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Sharing

By: Azuldrgon



(Thanks to a special Lit lady for the inspiration for this one.) 

Josh woke up with a huge grin on his face as he caught a glimpse of Anna wearing one of his favorite outfits. Her long red hair was tied back in a pony tail and her body was encased in the red negligee that he bought her a few weeks after they began dating. He saw how the red top barely encased her breasts and the deep red nipples that they held. She wore the panties that came with them. They were loose enough so that if she had the notion to, she could just simply pull them to the side to expose her clit to his movements. Josh knew in his head that he was in for a good morning fuck that would blow his mind. 

Meanwhile, Gary was beginning to stir from the dream he had. During the poker game from the night before, he had a hard time staying awake. It was Anna's idea to allow Gary to stay the night and also Anna's idea for him to sleep in the living room versus the guest room. Gary was too out of it to try to reason out what her intentions were. As he began to awaken from his slumber, he heard a kitten purr from Josh's room. 

Josh's legs were spread slightly as Anna's head began to bob slowly on his member. Her emerald eyes met his as a wide smile crossed her face as her mouth slowly lowered onto his tool again. Josh's eyes closed in pleasure as his hands found the pony tail and used it as a handle as Anna's throat allowed it to go deeper. Anna's left hand slipped underneath her and moved the fabric of her bottoms over to allow her fingers to tease her clit as she sucked off her boyfriend. 

Gary's eyes widened as he watched Anna's fingers slowly rub over that clit of hers. Gary could feel his own cock solidify inside the boxers he wore as he could see her fingers begin to be covered by her own lubrication. Gary wanted to slide into the room, rip off his boxers and just slide his cock deep inside Anna. However, he could see her attention was towards Josh and he didn't want to piss him off. After all, the day dream the previous day was simply a day dream and Anna hadn't yet shown she even wanted him. 

Josh's eyes opened to see Gary peeking through the door. He looked straight at him and beckoned him to come in. As Gary walked in, Josh smiled at him before pointing towards Anna's rear. Gary was nervous until he saw Anna's hands spread her lips apart. Gary slowly allowed his boxers to fall to the ground, his dick already lubing itself. He slowly climbed onto the bed before allowing his fingers to slowly touch her clit. Anna shuddered at his touch, knowing she wanted him to touch her just once. 

Greg could feel her shudder. His hand was already on his dick as he started to rub it up and down on her slit. As she moaned on Josh's piece, Greg slowly slid into Anna . Anna's eyes closed, her boyfriend's member deep inside her mouth as his best friend's inside her from behind. In her mind, she could imagine nothing hotter than what was happening. Gary slid into her again and brought her out of her trance. 

Josh's dick fell out of her mouth as Anna raised her head to let out a deep moan. Josh began to stroke his dick faster as he saw his girlfriend. Part of him was slightly jealous of her pleasure coming from his best friend, but there was a bigger part of him that was extremely aroused, knowing this kind of thing only happened in the porno movies. As he started to stroke faster, Anna opened her mouth wide and allowed his dick to go inside her down to the hilt. He could feel his member slide partially down her throat, every moan touching his dick in a different way he hadn't felt before. 

Gary could feel Anna's pussy gripping him as he fucked her. His hands found their way to her hips as he used the leverage to pound her harder. He could see Josh's eyes closed again for being so deep inside Anna's throat. Gary wanted to climax, wanted to fill Anna up like the cum slut she was. He had enough sense to moan a bit. 

Anna could feel Gary's dick pulse inside her. She slowly took Josh's dick into her hand as she raised up a bit. This allowed Gary to fall out of her as she rached behind and began to stroke his dick. Gary tried to hold back as much as he could, but Anna's mouth had it's own motive as she swallowed him into her mouth. Anna's eyes flashed as Gary released, his seed going into her throat. Josh was stunned. 

As Anna licked off the last remaining dribbles from his member, Josh forcefully grabbed Anna by the hips and shoved his member inside her and started pounding. This sudden aggressiveness took Anna by surprise, but she was enjoying the pounding as Gary watched. Soon, Josh pulled his dick out and began to climax all over her rear end. Anna looked at him with that seductive smile. She was pleased for now.

Sharing



It was a wet Wednesday night, too cold and dark to go out and too early for bed.

We sat with the TV on, not really watching and probably both feeling tired from our nine to five jobs, though the bottle of red wine we had almost finished was helping us relax.

As one programme ended on the TV and another began there was a knock at the front door. Caryn jumped up from her seat asking me who it could be before leaving the room to greet our visitor.

To our surprise it was Caryn's sister, Jane, an infrequent visitor, particularly recently as she had been having an unhappy time in her marriage to Caryn's brother.

"Get Jane a glass and open another bottle of red", Caryn said to me as she ushered Jane in to the living room where they sat next to each other on the larger of the two sofas. I padded off to the kitchen, removed the cork from a new bottle of wine and was soon back and serving this to Caryn and Jane before returning to my own seat on the other sofa.

I topped up my own glass and tried to focus in on the TV, not wanting to get sucked in to Caryn and Jane's conversation which would surely turn quickly to criticism of Jane's husband and all men in general. The programme was boring however and I couldn't help but look at the two women sat next to each other, comparing there contrasting builds and looks.

Caryn was 5 foot two, proportioned and had brunette hair that fell to her shoulders in tight ringlets. Despite being brought up in the cold north-east of England she had something of a Spanish look about her, Mediterranean in her skin tones. Jane was perhaps 5 foot 8 and pale skinned, the natural skin tone for this part of England. She was more robustly built with blonde hair tied in a pony tail. It was hard to tell whether this was natural or from a bottle. Both women were in their mid thirties, Caryn being a divorcee with one child and Jane and her husband being childless.

I tried not to stare, or at least not be caught staring, but my study was more interesting than the TV programme. Having looked at their physical build I then considered how what they wore reflected their lifestyles. Caryn was dressed in a smart navy skirt and white blouse with black stockings. She'd kicked off her shoes which had three inch heels -- totally impractical for her job as a teacher, but they gave her a bit more height which she felt was important when dealing with troublesome teenagers, many of whom dwarfed her diminutive size.

Jane was dress in a baggy t-shirt and loose fitting jeans. She was a house-wife and didn't need to work as her husband ran his own business. Life was comfortable for her and she had let herself go a little recently, carrying a few too many pounds around her bottom and hips, though the weight she had gained had moved her up a bra size or two and I couldn't help notice the outline of her large breast when she leaned forward to pick up her wine glass and her t-shirt was pulled a little tighter.

Worried that I would get caught looking too long at Jane I made an excuse to leave the room and went to kitchen where I fixed myself a sandwich and made a coffee, worried I was drinking too much on a work night.

As I waited for the kettle boiling I could here giggling from the living room. I couldn't make out what was being said, but the laughter had a dirty ring to it.

I finished my sandwich and was sipping my coffee when I heard footsteps on the stairs and then in to the bedroom I shared with Caryn. After a couple of moments I heard footsteps coming back down the stairs, but only one person returning when two had gone up.

The kitchen door opened and Caryn came in explaining that Jane had come round in utter frustration at the lack of attention being paid to her by her husband. She'd not had sex with him in over two months and suspected he may be seeing someone else. It wouldn't have been the first time Caryn explained as he had an affair a few years back and broke it off when Jane found out and threatened to leave him. It was a hollow threat to some extent as she was a little too comfortable in the life style he could provide and the thought of having to stand up on her own two feet and make a living for herself and made her forgiving.

Caryn had the solution to Jane's frustration, a new Rampant Rabbit vibrator I had bought and which she had never tried out. We'd been together a couple of months now and Caryn had never owned a vibrator so I stupidly volunteered to buy her one next time I was in town and passing Anne Summers shop.

I must admit, the thought of Jane upstairs, laid on the bed and using the vibrator caused a twitch in my pants and in seconds I had an erection.

Caryn returned to the living room, got her glass and the open bottle of red wine and came then joined me again in the kitchen. She had turned off the TV so the house was very quiet, particularly as her son was out staying with friends. 

We looked at each other and listened. A faint buzz could be heard from the bedroom which was directly above us, and, front time to time movement could be heard on the bed.

Caryn, glass in had, was looking up at the ceiling and back slowly towards me. I was concentrating on listening myself to the noises from above and I didn't realise how close she was getting before it was too late and she walked in to me.

I cringed as I thought she would immediately move away in shock when she felt my erect penis sticking out and straining against the material of my jogging bottoms but instead she just put one hand behind her back and rubbed my aching head whilst still looking up to the ceiling.

By instinct I put my arms around her and pulled her closer, a hand on each of her small breast, surprised to feel her stiffening nipples beneath her blouse.

Being somewhat taller than Caryn I kissed the top of her head as she stopped rubbing me and, moved her arm back in front of her and pushed herself harder in to me my groin. At the same time I undid the first two buttons on her blouse and slipped my right hand in and cupped her left breast through her bra, pinching her nipple as I did.

"Lets creep up and see what's happening", Caryn whispered without turning to face me and I followed her to the foot of the stairs.

We could hear the drone of the vibrator more clearly now and Caryn began to climb the stair, slowly and silently, one step at a time. As Caryn went up in front of me I couldn't help admire her arse in her tight skirt and my admiration was turned to excitement as I thought about her inquisitiveness.

As we almost reached the top of the stairs Caryn stopped so head was just above the top step. Leaning to her left she could see around the wall and in to the bedroom where Jane was half-sat and half-laid on the bed, propped up by pillows. I couldn't see and had to ease up the stairs and almost lay with my stomach to Caryns back to reach the top step, being careful not to crush her in the process.

This had the effect that my groin was level with her arse and as I strained to get a peek in to the bedroom my erection press in to her skirt and laid between her arse cheeks. She could feel it and wriggled beneath me to let me know.

I could see Jane's shoes were on the floor at the end of the bed along with her jeans. Her knees were pulled up slight so her legs were bent. I could help but stair at the paleness of her smooth skin which was a contrast to that of Caryn's naturally tanned tone.

The view I got went as far as her thighs, then her hands which were both between her legs. Her head was starting to move backwards as little moans escaped her light pink lips.

I felt Caryn move again and arch her back beneath me. I thought laying belly down on the stairs may have been uncomfortable for her so I pushed myself away from her a little, taking my weight on my arms. As I did this Caryn's hands grasped each side of her skirt and pulled it up, exposing her stocking tops, suspenders and flimsy black pants that were virtually see-through.

The skirt came to wrest in a crumple around her hips and supporting her weight with her left hand on the stairs her right hand moved to her crotch and she was soon rubbing herself through her pants.

After only a few seconds a small gaps escaped Caryn's mouth as she had worked herself to a swift orgasm. Jane must have heard the sound as her head snapped forward, and she looked in our direction. "Why don't you come in for a closer look", she purred, much to our surprise and delight.

I pulled away from Caryn, and she stood up, pushing her skirt down in to place before walking to the bedroom and sitting on one corner of the bottom of the bed. I followed and sat on the opposite corner.

Jane made no effort to cover herself. She placed her hands on her knees and I got a view of her vagina. Her lips were pink and parted where the Rampant Rabbit had entered her and her clean shaven state meant that I still didn't know if she was a natural blonde.

Her face was a little flushed and the Rabbit continued to buzz away quietly. She said she was a little warm and lifted her t-shirt off, revealing a white lacy bra. Reaching behind her back and leaning a little forward Jane unhooked this and released her breasts which sagged a little to rest on her chest. These were as big as I had imagined and had large, flat nipples, pink and almost as pale as her white skin.

She leaned back and her hands moved back to the vibrator which she began to work in and out of her vagina slowly. In and out, in an out, in a controlled rhythm that was accompanied by an increase in the rate of her breathing.

Caryn hopped off the bed and again slid her skirt up to her hips and then slid her panties down to the floor. She moved around the foot of the bed until she was directly opposite Jane's open legs and then she leaned forward on to the bed, her knees on the floor. From here she had the perfect view of Jane's masturbatory technique.

I couldn't help myself and loosened my jogging pants then moved round behind Caryn. I knelt directly behind her and as she leaned forward I pulled my erection out and slipped it between her legs so it entered her own wet pussy from behind. 

Having entered her slowly and almost completely I just held my penis in place to see what she would do. After a few seconds she leaned a little further forward in to the bed and then slid back along my shaft. She repeated this movement and as she did so I pushed a little harder.

After two or three strokes I stopped, fearing I would shoot my load and I gripped Caryn's waste. She stopped moving and again concentrated on watching Jane.

In just a few moments Jane began to breathe heavily and then without warning she took the vibrator out and turned it off. My heart sank as I thought the show was over, but I was wrong.

Jane manoeuvred herself down the bed towards Caryn, her legs open, until her legs left the end of the bed and her vagina was inches away from Caryn's face. "Do you want to finish me off", she asked Caryn and Caryn just nodded.

Jane moved a little further forward until her pussy was accessible to Caryn and then she lay back on the bed. Caryn placed hand on each of Jane's inner thighs and pushed her legs a little further apart then her head went forward and her tongue made contact with Jane's clitoris as Jane pulled her lips apart.

Jane moaned as Caryn went to work and I couldn't help starting to push in to Caryn and fuck her. She'd never mentioned any experience with another woman and I wondered whether this had happened before.

No matter, as Caryn brought Jane to a climax I shot my load deep inside her, feeling her tense with her second orgasm of the evening as Jane clamped her thighs around Caryns face just before I came.

We were all breathing more heavily now and Jane moved first, pushing herself backwards on the bed. I withdrew my limp prick from Caryn and stood up, allowing Caryn to get up herself.

I sat down in the bedside chair and Caryn padded off to the bathroom. I couldn't look at Jane, feeling suddenly self-conscious, but in just a few moments Caryn was back, wearing just her stockings, suspender belt and matching black bra.

"What's that vibrator like", she asked Jane. "Not as good as the real thing, but pretty good when you've not had anything for so long", Jane retorted.

Caryn then sat on the bed and picked up the vibrator. She turned it on low and began to rub it on her breasts. She paused and eased her breasts out of the top of her bra and then began teasing her erect nipples with the buzzing toy.

As Caryn worked the vibrator down her tummy towards her scratchy patch of curly pubic hair I noticed Jane begin to rub her own breast, tweaking occasionally at her nipples.

My mind reeled as I wondered what would happen next.

Caryn stood up on the bed. Jane shuffled back so her back was against the head board and she was sat upright. Caryn moved forward until her own pussy was just inches from Jane's face and then she handed Jane the vibrator.

Jane turned the power up a little then, as Caryn squatted a little, to open her pussy Jane pushed the vibrator between her open lips.

Caryn was soon sighing as Jane worked the toy in an out of her and she began to thrust her hips forward to meet each of Jane's strokes. At the same time Jane was two fingers of her free hand stuck in her own pussy and was clearly aroused again.

I felt a twitch in my groin and the blood began to pump back in to my own tool which was becoming erect again. It began to throb and it was all that I could do stop myself from grabbing it and wanking off at the sight before me.

Caryn, whose hands had been on the wall as she leaned forward, suddenly grasped Jane's head. Jane pulled the vibrator out and Caryn stepped down from the bed and opened her bedside cabinet, pulling out a tube of lube which I didn't even know was there.

As Jane moved down the bed in to a lying position Caryn bent over and applied some lube to her anus. This surprised me.

She then straddled Jane just below her breasts facing Jane who carefully inserted the vibrator in to Caryns pussy again.

Jane then spread her legs and motioned to me to come to bed. "Stick it in me", she ordered, and I didn't need a second invitation.

As moved up between Jane's legs I pushed my pants down and as my swollen knob found its target I was positioned so that I could kiss the back of Caryn's neck.

I began to fuck Jane going as slowly as I could, fighting the urge to ram her hard and fast. At the same time Jane fucked Caryn with the vibrator.

This went on for a few moments and then Caryn leaned forward, took hold of her arse cheeks and spread these so I could see her open anus.

I pulled out of Jane and moved a bit higher up the bed until the head of my shaft rested at the opening to Caryn's arse. I then eased in to her, pushing against the resistance gently but steadily until I was half way in. I then withdrew a little and pushed back in a little faster and harder. Caryn moaned and pulled back, almost withdrawing completely before giving a harder push, this time going all the way in. At the same time Jane pushed the vibrator deep in to Caryn's pussy.

Jane and I began to build up a rhythm so that Caryn was being fucked in both holes at the same time. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep this up long as her arse was so tight and I was so excited, however to my surprise I felt her orgasm again before I could release my load.

After shuddering to her third and biggest orgasm of the night Caryn slipped off my dick and climbed off Jane. She flopped on the bed beside Jane and leaving me between Jane's legs.

I was unsure what to do and Caryn then reached over and took my shaft in her hand and wanked me off until I shot my cum all over Jane's stomach.

The strength left my arms and I flopped down on the other side of Jane, thankful that we could help here in her hour off need and thinking how good it is to share before falling asleep.



Sharing



My wife and I started out just fantasizing about bringing others into out sex life, it would help to produce some of the most intense sex of our marriage . We would use sex toys to simulate the "others" in the room and did some role play to help heighten the reality. For the longest time we figured it would remain a fantasy only.



One evening a friend of mine named David was over for dinner and drinks, I'd known him for a few years and we talked mostly about work and sports and up to that point had never discussed sex in anything more than a passing fashion. I was making Martinis and well into the evening (and after about four drinks each) we got onto the subject of ex-lovers. I have never been a particularly jealous man and have never had a problem with my wife talking about her sexual past, in fact she has done this while intoxicated before with some of our couples friends. Anyhow, she starts retelling a story I'd heard before about how she once had a boyfriend who took her to an adult bookstore in Chicago and wanted her to give head to some guy through a glory hole. David informed us that he wasn't familiar with what a "Glory Hole" was so we took to time to explain it to him. When my wife has enough to drink she begins getting much bolder and then preceded to regale David with stories of her sexual past ranging from receiving oral sex under the table at a busy bar in Chicago to giving me head while driving on a busy expressway while in my convertible.

David excused himself and went to use the restroom. When he got up, it was quite apparent that he had gotten "excited" by our talk and as soon as he was out of earshot my wife gasped and looked at me as if to say "Did you see that?". She had been talking rather big all evening about her experiences and given that she was regularly squeezing her legs together very hard I could tell she was quite turned on. Deciding to mess with her, I asked her if she'd like to ask David if he'd like to join us for a threesome. She blushed heavily and wouldn't answer. Just then David returned from the restroom and sat back down in our living room in a char across from us (we were lounging on the couch at this point).

Deciding to push the envelope, I asked David bluntly rather he wanted my wife to give him a blowjob. Both David and Laura were stunned for a moment and couldn't respond. I reached around my wife and lifted her shirt half-way up exposing her bra-covered breasts (My wife is a natural 36DD) and asked if he wanted to see them bare. I was stunned by both of their reactions as David nodded his head, staring at her chest, and my wife immediately reached around and unclasped her bra.

Within seconds, I had pulled her top and bra completely off and dropped them to the floor. I invited David to come over and touch them which he did after only a moment's hesitation. The fantasies my wife and I shared about this type of thing always tended to have an aspect of domination to them in that she would require me to order her in an explicit fashion to do things with our "guests". Given this, I whispered in her ear "Now take out his cock and put it in your mouth you slut". David nearly left the ground when he felt her begin to unbutton his pants but within moments she had liberated him and had drawn him into her mouth.

I continued to whisper the same harsh language of our fantasies in her ear.

"You like sucking a strange cock you little whore?"

"Do you want him to cum in your mouth or all over your tits?"

And on and on. After about ten minutes (I was amazed David had lasted this long given how turned on I was), my wife slipped him out of her mouth and begged me to "Fuck me from behind while David fucks my mouth". I didn't need to be asked twice so I stood her up and quickly relieved her of her jeans and panties.

She got down on all fours on the floor and I moved behind her while David knelt down in front of her face. We both entered her from opposite sides at nearly the same moment. I can't even explain how hot it made me to hear her moans and words of passion muffled by another man's cock in her mouth.

I continued to talk to her in the same manner as before, calling her my "Little Whore" and my "Slut" and eliciting muffled "Yes" and "Mmm Hmm"s from her. Within five minutes, David exclaimed that he was going to cum and I pulled the back of her hair causing his cock to "pop" out. I then pulled her down to the floor on her back and re-entered her instructing David to cum all over her chest (I've only been able to get my wife to agree to let me do this myself a couple of times but I figured she was so far gone that I could get away with it). David began shooting all over her chest and I continued stroking in and out for another thirty seconds or so. The sight of his cum splashing on her chest, face, and especially her glasses drove me over the edge. I pulled out and added my own load, spraying over her chest and face.

My wife got up and excused herself to go get cleaned up and David, obviously embarrassed, got up and put his clothes on and quickly left without saying a word. It was very awkward and in hindsight I can see that it would have been much better if we had all talked about it before hand instead of just jumping in.

My wife returned from the bathroom and asked where David had gone. When I explained that he had left without saying a word and that I through he might be embarrassed she said she understood and wondered how we would all feel in the morning once the booze had worn off.

The next day my wife and I talked about what had happened for nearly three hours, finally deciding that we needed to call David to let him know that it was all right and he didn't need to feel embarrassed. We called David later on that day and he was not only not embarrassed, he asked if we could do it again some time soon.

We have gotten together with David a few more times and had one repeat performance. My wife and I are now wrestling with rather to allow David or another man to be inside of her rather than just getting a blowjob. I'm not sure where this is going to go from here, we haven't had any other "sharing" experiences since but we have started to be more exhibitionist. We've started placing nude photos of my wife on the Internet in several places and we have found several friends who send us e-mails or chat with us online. Last weekend we started using a webcam, she gave me head while another couple on the other end did the same on their webcam.



I'm torn in that this was one of the most exciting experiences of my sexual life. I'd done threesomes in the past, both FFM and MMF, but something about the relationship I have with my wife made this far more exciting.

I'm glad I found this group as I've been dying to journal the experience and I welcome any advice or comments any of you might have.




Sharing



Author's Note:

Beware. The following story is most certainly not for everybody. For those who find graphic depictions of bodily functions erotic, by all means please continue. If farting, pissing and shitting really aren't your thing, then kindly move on to another story. 

My intention here was to create a story that incorporates romance along with animal desire. I hope I have succeeded at least a little in achieving this goal. Thank you very much for taking the time to read it. 

Oh, and as always, all reference to persons, places or events is entire fictional. Any similarities are entirely coincidental.





Sharing



All around them the air is both still and vibrant. Fireflies pop in and out of existence like strange subatomic particles in the yard below, and in the distance they can hear the drone of a lawnmower. Further in the distance car horns usher faint cries as people navigate through the city.

"Jo?"

"Yeah?"

Howard's cheek compressed into her lap, he is mumbling slightly. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

Joanne knew this was coming. "Sure," she says.

With lazy abandon he flips onto his back and stares up at her. "Why did you stop playing?" he asks as he nestles further into her crotch, sending tiny waves of electricity through her body.

She sighs heavily and looks down at him. "I had a breakdown," she says simply.

Howard looks surprised in that way shared by people who travel life with a smart yet idealistic optimism. "But I've seen you play," he says. "You're a natural performer."

"I guess not natural enough." 

"I don't know about that." He closes his eyes. "Could you get me behind the ear? Ah, that's it."

"He's seen me play," she thinks to herself. She wonders when and where, and thinks back to several years ago, when she was touring throughout Europe. She tries to picture him in the audience of one of her shows, taking part in a standing ovation at the end, or perhaps arranging to have flowers sent to her backstage.

"I don't think anyone saw it coming," she continues. "I don't think I even saw it coming." The words speed up her pulse perceptibly, but she feels compelled to give him a full answer. "There I was backstage one night, and I just told everybody that I couldn't go on. They were all running around, frantic, and here I was sitting down behind the curtain. I was immovable. After that, everything went south. People who I thought were my friends abandoned me." She stops to watch a car drive by, and then continues. "And then I got into this horrible depression, and my marriage fell apart."

Howard's eyes pop open. "I'm sorry to hear that."

She shrugs. "It's all behind me now."

He gets up. Their faces are centimeters apart. He can smell the wine and pasta on her breath. "Now why don't I believe you?" he says. 

He closes in and their lips touch, and then he pulls away. "Can I ask a favor?"

"Sure."

"Could you . . ."

"Uh-hu?"

"I know it's asking a lot . . ."

"Just tell me already."

"Could you play something for me?"

Her eyes arch up in shock. "I don't know if I could do that."

"It would mean the world to me."

She thinks hard about this. "I'll tell you what," she says, finally. "I'll consider it if you do me a favor."

"What's that?"

"Can we stop all of this talking nonsense and just kiss?"

Without another word they come together, their lips locking tightly, forcing deep inhales of breath through their nostrils as their mouths occupy themselves with more important matters. While their tongues thrust about in exploration Joanne hastily repositions herself so that Howard is on top of her. All thoughts of performance anxiety gone now, in her mind she surrenders to him fully. If he should rip her pants off and take her right there, on the porch, for the whole neighborhood to see, then she would let him.

She can feel his cock against her thigh, quickly engorging with blood. It makes her wet, makes her pussy radiate with heat and urgency, and she opens her legs so he can lean in and put pressure on her sex.

But there is still the matter of the night's main event. Dinner has settled; her body dutifully metabolized it, stripped the nutrients away and left the remainder compacted into her rectum, along with days worth of other waste that she has been storing up. Her body sounds the whistle, signaling a drastic need for expulsion. 

"Howard"

He is lost in himself and nibbling at her neck.

"Howard?"

"Yeah?"

There is no delicate way to put this, so she just comes out with it. "I've got to . . . um . . . go now."

He shoots up, reality coming into sharp focus.

"Really? Now?"

She nods, and runs her hand through is hair as his eyes dart back and forth across her face in excitement.

"C'mon," she says, taking his hand and motioning toward the house with her head. "Let's go inside."

The house is dark and silent. Leading Howard up the stairs to the bathroom on the second floor, Joanne feels oddly like a teenager on her way to lose her virginity. 

The antiseptic white light of the bathroom takes a moment's getting used to. Howard shuts the door behind him. 

"I hope that's okay," he says, noticing how much smaller the room has just become. Joanne gives her approval by moving in and kissing him deeply.

This is it, no turning back after this point. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" she says.

Howard answers by taking her hand and placing it on his crotch. She squeezes down, feels his cock pulsate under her touch. "I've never wanted anything more in my life." 

The bathroom is longer than it is wide, with the sink to the immediate right of the entrance, and the toilet at the far end, sitting beneath a small window and adjacent to the bathtub.

"Why don't you sit down over here," Joanne says as she points to the edge of the tub.

He waits for her to unbutton her jeans and sit down on the toilet seat, and then takes his place awkwardly; it is the first time she has seen him do anything remotely self-conscious, and for her it loosens the tension considerably.

They are so close that he can see tiny creases in her hip, the result of her slight forward bend.

She isn't ready yet to look directly at him, so instead she stares at her feet.

"Are you still okay with this?" he asks. She nods and closes her eyes. Her cunt is practically dripping with anticipation. In her gut she feels that sublime pit of urgency and release. 

But her bowels, so full and ready not only minutes ago, have suddenly turned cold. 

"Oh, don't do this now!" she thinks to herself. "Come on, Jo. You can do this."

She pushes with audible exertion. Nothing.

"If your not ready," Howard says.

"No. Just be quiet. Please," she says while gently patting his knee. She regains her concentration. The shit is there; it just needs to come out. "It's just a matter of will," she reasons to herself. 

Pushing again now, from under the seat they both hear a high pitched gurgle as she expels some gas. Tiny plops accompany the fart; they hit the water below and pack a pungent aroma that quickly infiltrates the air around them. It smells like a mixture of garlic and bitter eggs.

"I'm sorry," she says immediately, a reflex.

"It's okay," Howard replies. And then, after clearing his throat, and in a slightly husky tone: "I like that." She hazards a glance in his direction. His cock is harder than ever now, practically bursting through his pants. This is very encouraging. She goes back to the task at hand, and opening up a little more, starts pissing.

"Is it okay if I touch myself?" she asks. She can feel him nodding.

As the stream of urine hits the water below she slides her pants all the way to her ankles and spreads her legs. Leaning forward slightly, her first two fingers glide through the air and land in the cleft of her pussy. They touch her swollen clit, making her jolt. She hasn't realized how close to climax she is already. Slowly, as if she was working her way toward a distant crescendo, she starts massaging the outer lips of her cunt, ever so often coming around to rub the engorged bulb perched atop her slit. Howard follows her lead; without taking his eyes off her his hand find its way to the hard-on perching up his pants. With long, harsh strokes he starts rubbing it.

Underneath, Joanne's asshole burns slightly from the acrid shit. She brings her other hand down and inserts one finger, then two into her pussy. With the first hand she continues rubbing her clit, stopping to push out another fart. Her asshole blossoms like her button as a thick piece of shit inches its way out, forcing open her sphincter as it does so and sending tiny, intense shockwaves to her pussy.

Deeper the fingers go as the shit slides out and the orgasm builds. Howard reaches out and caresses her leg, and all inhibitions melt away, any remnants of shame dissolving into the animal heat and foul stench generated by her body.

Through his grip she can feel Howard's desires, how he wants to hear those ugly sounds issuing forth from her asshole, how his mind is currently fixated on the unspeakable substance slinking out of her body, how he is pleasuring himself alongside her, in this most unnatural way that, for her, has always been so natural.

She is almost there now. She staggers up onto her feet, bending forward slightly and steadying herself on a towel rack. Faster her fingers move until they are like a piston in and out of her cunt, making slapping noises that fill the room.

She pushes again. It is much easier now. A loud burst of gas escapes, followed by a long piece of soft shit that quickly flops into the water below to make a big splash. Her threshold reached, she collapses forward as wave after wave of sublime pleasure tears her body into pieces.

She sits back down, removes her sticky fingers, now covered in pussy juice. Howard tries to rise but she gently implores him to stay seated so that she can finish. With trembling body she slowly rolls out some toilet paper and tries her best to calmly fold it. Then, turning her head back, she methodically wipes her asshole, looking at the toilet paper before discarding it into the bowl.

Now she pulls Howard to his feet. She playfully traces the outline of his erection before unzipping his pants and pulling them to the ground.

"I bet you want to come, huh?"

He nods fervently. His engorged dick practically leaps out of his underpants, the head is sticky with pre-come. The two take off all of their clothes; they are completely naked in front of each other. Joanne spins him around presses her body into his, so that he can feel her bush rubbing up on his ass, her hard nipples mashed into his back, her arm wrapped tightly around his chest.

"Now it's your turn," she whispers in his ear as she cocks his head down. The mess in the toilet bowl is almost enough to make him cum. But she wants to help. She grips his cock and forcefully jerks it, pressing herself into him as hardly as possible. In a manner of seconds Howard is arching his back and moaning as his dick erupts wildly with a thick jet of semen that splatters all over the toilet bowl. Joanne watches in amazement at the volume of fluid coming from his body, smiling contentedly. His body convulsing violently, she keeps jacking him with slower and slower motions until his semen drips down her knuckles and his cock is too limp for further treatment.

He spins around and the two lean into each other.

"Next time," he says in a breathy whisper, "I want to wipe you."

She puts her head into his shoulder. "Okay."





Sharing!



Christmas was approaching and I was going home for the 10 days covering Christmas and New Years. Catherine of course was not happy about it but she would be spending time with her extended family for Christmas and Boxing Day. For the most part it was a boring time for me as I missed Catherine terribly, and phoned her quite often.

I went to a local dance on the first weekend and met a man I'd known from before, so I had someone to take me out most nights while I was home. I let him fuck me, (knee tremblers in a doorway) and although I admit to enjoying the feeling of warm flesh stroking me, I didn't have an orgasm. I was not even close as he came much too quick for me to enjoy one, and it made me realize how much I missed Catherine's attention. The day after New Years day I took the train back to Glasgow and was happy to do so.

Catherine met me at the station the evening I arrived back in the city, and I was as excited to see her, as she was me. After a welcoming hug and a kiss we walked to her car with arms around each other, it felt so natural now. I didn't care what other people who may have seen us thought, I was so happy she was there to greet me. She told me often enough how much I pleased her, and later was to admit to me how she worried about me 'moving on' and dumping her. So when I returned from the holidays she was like a little girl again, bubbling with enthusiasm and chatting away, even though I'd phoned her she still worried I might not return.

I was surprisingly calm as she drove us home, holding hands in the car knowing she was there for me seemed to alleviate some fears in me too I think. The house was nice and warm, she had left the fire burning in the living room as well as the gas fire on in the bedroom. The table was set with candles that she lit once inside as she had prepared some sandwiches for us to snack on. Opening a bottle of wine she poured a glass for both of us and we toasted wishing each other a Happy New Year, with wishes for many more to come.

We didn't eat much of the sandwiches, and I moved to the easy chair by the fireplace to drink the wine, glad to be home. She came and sank onto the floor at my feet, wrapped her arms around my legs and placed her face on my knees, kissing them and again thanking me for returning to her. I stroked her hair, petting her like one would a pet as the heat and light from the fire crackling away had an amazing affect on me.

She got up to fetch me some more wine but I held out my hand taking hold of hers inviting her to sit with me, she sat on the arm of the chair and leaned over and kissed me deeply. I could smell her hair as well as her perfume, she smelled so clean her tongue reaching into my mouth, her hands taking my face in her hands, my body starting to come alive as I responded to our passion. My hand undid the buttons of her dress and passed inside to feel her tits. So warm and soft to my touch, I felt her breathing change as my hands caressed her beautiful mounds, fingers pinching her nipples feeling their hardness. It had been ten days since I'd felt their beauty, she took a moment to slip her arms out of her dress then removed her bra and settled back into my arms.

She knew how much I loved the feel of them, she arched her back to present them to me for my pleasure as well as her own, holding my head in her hands as I suckled on her nipples. Soon I was rewarded by hearing that low moan she emitted, followed by louder moans then that internal shudder the announced her orgasm. I held her, letting her enjoy the moment then felt her crush her face into mine as her tongue buried itself deep into my mouth.

I was almost there myself, my own knickers now wet at the crotch and ready to receive her pleasure too. I got up and took her hand and led her to the bedroom, she muttered something about the fire but I ignored it and she now started to undress me, blouse, skirt, bra then knelt down to remove my knickers.

She kissed my feet first, then uttered a thank you as I opened my legs for her to taste my pussy. She buried her face into my crotch as I received the pleasure of her tongue, I lay back and closed my eyes to bask in the pleasure now surging through my body and moments later was rewarded with a delightful orgasm, followed by a couple more in quick succession. I closed my thighs on her head as I locked my ankles behind her back, holding her in that head lock till my passion subsided and I relaxed.

I was deliciously happy as I felt her remove my shoes, undo my garter straps and remove my stockings, I unsnapped the garter belt and passed it onto the floor, then slipping under the covers watched as she undressed herself, then I held my hand out for her to join me, and we fell asleep in each others arms. 

Marlene had phoned to see if I'd arrived back yet and said she'd call again later. I liked that as I'd really enjoyed her company, she was so sophisticated yet down to earth making me feel as an equal, and to think she was calling for me. (I later learned she'd called Catherine a couple of times and quizzed her about me). She did call again and the fact she was pleased to hear from me was evident in her voice, and invited us to her home again for dinner the coming Saturday.

I dressed more conservatively for some reason and Catherine drove us there where Ruth met us at the door and showed us into the living room. Marley got up and came to greet us giving me a hug and kiss saying something like "it's good seeing you again". What did surprise me was she was wearing a satin blouse that left little to the imagination and obviously no bra, and a black pencil skirt with black nylons and rather high heels. She led me to her couch and Ruth brought us all drinks and she held my hand as we chatted.

During the evening she asked me funny questions, I don't really recall now but it was to do with my attitude towards what was considered 'social' and what wasn't. Of course you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to realize we were all lesbians, and Ruth was her partner. We were well plied with wine before and during dinner, then back in the living room we switched to liquor. By this time I was quite mellow, there was a nice fire in the grate, low lighting and she asked me to dance.

We danced to a slow waltz and she held me close cheek to cheek and we chatted, or rather she did most of the chatting, her voice almost purring as she told me she found me very attractive, (something I was used too) and I returned the compliment. "Oh I'm just an old woman who likes young people, that's why I enjoy teaching" she said, so for the lack of a suitable response said something like, "yes but a very attractive and not so old lady" at which I think I stopped her for just a moment then she gave me a big hug and kissed me on my cheek. I was very conscious of her tits, her blouse was so low cut and with no bra on her tits were surprisingly firm, and her skirt was of a length that left quite a bit of thigh exposed. There was music and singing from the radio, kissing and touching each other and in my own little world I entered oblivion.

I was aware of Catherine and Ruth also dancing and kissing together in a romantic way, holding each other close, in the dim lighting it was so lovely to see, there was no bad feelings just acceptance. With her light kisses and hands caressing me Marlene was making romantic overtures to me, I quite enjoyed them and responded accordingly. I was conscious of her pressing her body into mine, her hand stroking my hips and bum as she gently pressed her leg between mine.

When we broke off again Catherine joined Ruth on an easy chair, and Marlene and I had the sofa and hugged and kissed, I could smell her hair and perfume, her tongue probing into my mouth as her hand found it's way under my skirt. My hand slipped inside her blouse to feel her tit, so soft with her nipple rock hard. She whispered to me, "I want to fuck you" "Yes yes" was all I could say in response then a few minutes later whispered, "come on" and led me to her bedroom.

There we undressed each other, my hands eager to touch her too falling on the bed in a tight embrace, kissing and fondling each other we began the climb other to the heights of our passion. "Fuck me with your hand" she whispered, eager to please her I slid my middle two fingers into her pussy and for a moment she stopped kissing me and closed her eyes concentrating on the pleasure surging through her lions. She was very vocal, her sounds exciting me to a fever pitch and clutching my back, dug her fingernails into me at the moment of greatest delight as she exploded with a cry, I felt the pain for a moment, it was exhilarating. Resting for a moment, she now got me onto my back and began to ride me clit to clit, she held my head in her hands kissing me on my mouth as with practised ease she rode my body till I cried out with the magnitude of the pleasure she brought on.

I woke in the morning in her bed bursting for a pee, she was lying mostly on her tummy her arms draped around a pillow with one knee cocked up almost touching her elbow as I crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. My head was splitting, I had a dozy of a hangover and wondered about Catherine. Looking into the other bedroom she and Ruth were fast asleep in each others arms. I couldn't have cared less, I just wanted to crawl under a rock and die, but failing that I made my way back into Marlene's bed.



Sharing



She knelt by the bedside, ears straining to hear a sound to tell her if he was coming. He had instructed her to her wear her green satin teddy, no robe, no stockings, and to slip the blindfold on and kneel by the bed at 4:40.

She shivered and wished she dared to lift the blindfold to check the time; it seemed hours had gone by while she waited. She bit her lip, forcing her hands down to her thighs. She pressed the backs of them down near her knees, palms peeking upwards, her fingers curling a bit.

Her straining ears picked up the sound of the door opening quietly downstairs. She whimpered silently, feeling her cunt rush with wetness as it did every time he was near her. She wiggled a bit, arching her back, feeling her distended nipples brushing against the satin of her teddy. She bit her lip shifting her legs as well, knees opening wide as she thought about how much she needed him.

So lost in her thoughts, she did not even hear him coming up the stairs, starting when his hand stroked though her dark curls.

"Hello my girl..." his whiskey-velvet voice floated over her and she tilted her hear up eagerly, lips parting in anticipation.

His lips crushed down on her, tongue forcing her to open wide as he claimed her mouth. He continued until she was rising up on her knees, leaning into his kiss.

She gave a murmur of protest as he ended the kiss, his hand cupping the back of her head.

"I have a friend for you to meet, angel...say hello like a good girl," he whispered darkly and she shivered. How had she not even realized there was another there with him.

With a smile, she settled herself back on her knees, hands reaching out in front of her. Fingers brushed the short prickly hair of a mans outer thighs and she licked her lips, feeling her wetness drenching her inner thighs. She leaned forward, finding a hard cock right in front of her. With a moan, she drew up level and eagerly swallowed his cock on the first stroke, then bobbing her head up and down. The man moaned, bit did not cradle her face and she whimpered lowly in protest, she loved nothing more than to be face fucked yet it seemed he was not going to help her. She rose a bit higher on her knees, arms wrapping around his hips as she suckled hard on him, tasting the sweet saltiness of his pre-cum, silently begging him to shoot his load down her throat.

She felt him start to move slightly, barely rocking his hips back and forth, his engorged cock racing in and out between her lips, and she eagerly pressed closer, gagging as his cock went down her throat. It was then that his hands gripped the sides of her head and he started to throat fuck her, making her whimper and wiggle wildly as she sucked him feverishly. She thought he would cum, but then that whiskey honey voice broke through the sound of her drooling mouth upon his friends cock.

"Use her however you like. Tell her if you want to fuck her," he spoke the words quietly, and she went wild, suckling the rock hard cock in her mouth with even more force.

"Get up. I want to fuck you." 

She released his cock at once, rising to her feet and shivering with need, knowing they could both see her copious juices dripping along her inner thighs. She stood hesitantly, waiting to hear how he wanted her, chest heaving, her full breasts quivering. 

"Tell her how you want her; she won't move until you do," his voice washed over her again and she felt her thighs tremble...she wished it was him that was going to fuck her, not his friend, but she knew if she was good, he would reward her with his cock. That was what she wanted, needed....craved...to feel him within her, possessing her, owning her.

"On your knees at the edge of the bed," was whispered softly to her and she scrambled to the edge and up on her knees, shoulders pressed low to the mattress, jacking her ass and cunt up high for his use. She whimpered when she realized she was quietly begging him to fuck her cunt, her ass, whatever he would like...she just needed him. Her hips were rocking and before she could move, he was on top of her, his hard cock plowing into her pussy, making her scream in pleasure.

"Oh yes...yes...fuck me...please...please," she was whimpering and whining, churning her hips into him.

"Get that pussy," her man spoke urgently, and she could feel him watching her, his eye hot on her cunt swallowing his friend's rock hard cock. "Come in her wherever you chose, she loves it all...don't you?"

"Yes. Yes..." she gasped. Slamming her hips back, shoving the cock even deeper into her spasming channel. "Please may I? "She whimpered brokenly, her thighs shaking wildly from holding back.

"Do it, cum now," were the words she needed to hear and she threw back her head, screaming as she went wild, her sopping wet cunt erupting into spasms. Her cunt contracted so hard she actually pushed the man's cock right from her pussy, making him groan and ram back in as hard as possible. He groaned and unloaded his cum deep inside her his hands gripping her hips like a vice. She moaned with elation as she felt the warm flood, then whimpered as he pulled from her, cum still dripping from his cock.

"Let me in there," her man spoke urgently, easing in between them, his hard cock already slipping into her dripping pussy. He fucked her teasingly for a moment, then really slamming into her, his balls slapping on her hard clit. The contact made her cum over and over again as he slapped her ass.

"Good Girl, you took all his hot cum. He gave you such a big load, ready for more?"

"God yes yes please" she begged softly, arching her back even more, her vision behind the blindfold going gray as he came inside her pussy as well. She spiraled into another hard and intense orgasm that never seemed to end.

When she realized what was going on once again, he was scooping cum from her cunt and rubbing it all over her asshole before sliding a finger, then two into her tight hole. "MMM, now after you catch your breath, this is next, understood?"

"Yes Sir," was all she could whisper, a smile parting her lips, hardly able to wait for the next round.



Sharing



Prologue: The Interview 

The following is based on an interview. It turned out too long for the magazine article but ended as a book. My assignment was to interview an unconventional household: five gay men living, not as roommates, but rather as a romantic, sexual unit. Did this arrangement constitute promiscuity? Must a household of men resemble a frat house? What aspects of family did this group provide? I came prepared with these and other questions. 

The idea for this article came through the usual channel of a friend of a friend who heard at a party of a group of guys living like an extended couple - dishes, laundry and sex. My editor loved the idea as an article for the series on the variety that was gay life and how it was redefining relationships and households. I was skeptical that this group would be open to a reporter's questions, but was surprised to have the interview welcomed. 

We had agreed that we would meet at the group's loft apartment in a revitalizing section of the city. I was greeted at the door by John, the eldest of this group at twenty-nine years. He opened the apartment door, revealing a large, open space with exposed brick walls punctuated with windows along three sides. The center of the room had a free-standing fireplace. Easy chairs and couches seemed to have come to rest randomly around the space. The fourth side was a wall made up of doors. Just doors side by side the length of the room. No two were alike, but shared a character as if salvaged from old buildings. John led me to a seat in the great room of their loft apartment, facing the other men as they sat around the room in various casual attitudes. 

As John crossed the sitting area and sat down, another of the men, strikingly beautiful in appearance and graceful in movement, reached out, taking John's hand and pulling him into the large chair where he sat, making room for him. This was Mark. What I next observed spoke volumes about the relationship among these men and their comfort with who they are. As Mark snuggled against John, his hand came to light between John's legs, absently stroking the growing bulge. John lifted Marks hand to his lips, kissing it gently, then put it into Mark's own lap saying softly, "Not now Love, we've got company." Mark replied only with a sweet smile toward me and a kiss on John's cheek. 

Another two of the men, who could be characterized as 'twinks', sat side by side on a couch. They sat with entwined arms, holding hands, Sean - Asian with dark hair and eyes, the other Tim - Caucasian with darkening blond hair and soft hazel eyes. I soon learned that they responded like twins, checking the other before responding, then answering my questions as one. 

The last of the household, Brad, sat on the floor leaning against the couch where Sean and Tim sat. He was strikingly masculine in jeans and athletic shirt, his muscled arms and shoulders evident. Sean's hand rested on Brad's shoulder, occasionally stroking his earlobe. Brad stroked the sparsely haired leg of Tim. 

Reporter: "I guess I'll begin the interview with some questions about how you all interrelate. With five of you, it can't be couples. Can you describe the dynamic?" 

They all laughed as one. John spoke for the group. "Well, it's pretty fluid. We're a bit of a commune, everyone pitching in - and that goes for running the household as well as sex." Again a group chuckle. "We each have our own lives. Brad and I have jobs, Mark splits his time between an acting career and odd jobs, and Tim and Sean are students at the University. There's a changing mix of who is in the house at any one time. Most nights we all end up back here. Wouldn't you say so guys?" 

Nods in the affirmative. 

I asked, "It seems kind of rude to jump to the bedroom so quickly, but I admit I'm wondering. So what are the sleeping arrangements? This is a pretty big place." 

Tim, the Caucasian twink stood, breaking free of the seated group. "Come on, I'll show you the 'kennel'." He led the way to a door in a wall of doors - interesting design element - which he opened to a medium sized room at the center of which was an enormous raised platform bed. "Room for all, though we have two other bedrooms, too. At some point in the night, we all seem to end up in here in a big puppy pile - hence the name for the room. We do respect each other's privacy - such as we can." 

Returning to the sitting area, the men had rearranged. Brad had assumed Tim's place next to Sean. Tim extended himself across the back of the couch, occasionally nibbling on Sean's ear. Mark was draped across John's lap, looking up at him with open affection. 

"I guess I can't ask what goes on in the 'kennel'." I ventured with raised eyebrows. 

"If you're any kind of gay man, you can guess." Sean spoke up. "We're a fair mix of preferences. I'm pretty much a bottom, but as a small man there are limits to what I can take. Mark here, he's our power bottom. All that male beauty and he's only happy when he's getting plowed. At desperate times, even I've been known to do him." 

Mark interrupted his gaze of John to toss out "Love you too, Sweety." 

Sean continued. "Now Tim here, top with major oral skills, not that we all don't rival him there. John, he's our all around player. A stud who loves to give and receive. This brings us to Mark, our most recent addition. He's your basic big dick."  

"Hey, hey, I'm not just a piece of meat, you know. I got skills, too." Mark answered, muscles flexed belying his response. 

"That brings up a question. How did you all get together?" 

They each looked at each of the others, knowing smiles were exchanged. John again spoke for the group. "There are lots of chapters in that story. I guess it goes back to when I was here alone..." 

 Chapter One: John 

I walked along the street wondering how my life had turned so gray. I had a job many would envy, enough money, a great apartment. I stopped to look at my reflection in a store window. Not in bad shape, kind of good looking. I like how my face grows dark with beard through the day. Not sure about my eyes. Blue like my grandfather's ice blue eyes, inconsistent with my Mom's dark hair, and yet people notice my eyes, even strangers. 

But I was alone. The two roommates with whom I had first shared the apartment had recently moved out leaving me with too much space and too quiet a life. 

I had also been left with privacy, living alone for the first time in my life. In the silent nights, my body called out to explore my sexuality, sometimes waking me with aching hardness. I would cling to the desire, running a hand through the hair on my chest the other hand cupping my balls, tugging until my cock bounced on my stomach. A face, more a silhouette, appears in my dream, coming down toward my face with the promise of lips to meet mine. "Yes, yes, come to me." Climaxing, I'd sink into the loneliness again. A final, softly spoken wish, "come to me" and then the emptiness of sleep. 

As I walked, the images of my dream came back to me. I felt my hardness snake down my leg, obstructing my stride, reminding me with each step of my lonely desire. In the midst of this city, I was alone. I passed couples hand-in-hand. Some old, some young. Their wistful smiles met my stolen glances. Was everyone happy but me? My sexual adventures in college had left me feeling guilty and unfulfilled. All these others had found their moment and the 'one' to couple with. 

I walked on despairing of the expanse of life before me, empty, alone. 

And yet, my moment had come. 

The evening was waning and the prospect of a storm glowered in the sky. There on the curb, just a few blocks from my apartment building sat a thin, young man, surrounded by the stuff of student life: skateboard, battered suitcase, guitar, garbage bags overfilled with unidentifiable contents. Further surrounding the youth was despair. 

Reporter's Note: As John began his tale, he lifted Mark from his lap, placing him on the chair and moved to sit on the arm of the chair. Tim moved to sit on the floor, leaning on the chair between Mark's legs. Each continued the small intimate touches I had begun to understand were a physical gesture of their closeness and affection. 

I quickened my stride as I passed, diverting my gaze, not wanting to see. Yet my conscience dragged at my steps until I came to a halt. I watched as others stepped around the man, some with distaste, others with indifference. This life was apparently worse than my own. I slowly retraced my steps, stopping along side the heap on the sidewalk. I stood silently, looking down at the young man, only seeing the quiet tears escaping his eyes as he raised his face to see who loomed over him. 

I sat down on my haunches, coming level with the young man's face. A quiet moment passed between us, each appraising the other, passing unspoken questions, understanding unheard replies. Then breaking the silence... 

"No place to go?" 

"Lost my room." 

"Student?" 

"Junior at the 'U'." 

"Family nearby?" 

"Not since I came out." 

"Uh..." 

"Yeah, it sucks. I thought it was going to work out. I put up my dorm money to share a room with a couple of guys, thought it would go further. The dumb fucks got caught stoning and we got tossed out. I came home to find the landlord dumping my shit on the sidewalk. The police took the others away. Now what the fuck am I going to do?" 

The quiet tears came again. 

"Uh...well, uh, I, uh, guess you could crash with me." 

"Where the hell did that come from?" screamed my cautious self as my internal dialog began.. 

"I couldn't just walk by him," defended my feeling self. 

"He could rob you - or worse." 

"Come on, he's just a kid." 

"He could have diseases." 

"Don't go there, I'm only offering a couch to sleep on." 

"You'll regret this." 

"I'll feel worse if I just walk away." 

"You mean it?" 

"Yeah, I just live on the next block. I think we can make it in one trip, you don't have that much stuff." 

"Thanks man," the young face a awakening with the hope of youth. "I'm Tim." This followed by a bro hug that made me both uncomfortable and warm at the same time. 

We gathered up the stuff of Tim's life and walked to my building. 

"By way of introduction, I'm John. I'm an architect, or at least I'll be one soon. I work for a small firm downtown, office remodels mostly, but I hope to work on some serious projects, maybe restorations." Across the street were dilapidated but still fine town houses begging for what I could do. Maybe, someday... 

"Cool. It must be great to be done with school and really working. Making some money. I work when I can, but you know how it is - no jobs. I play in a café sometimes - just covers food and some drinks." 

I smiled to myself. Not that long ago I'd been a student, always broke, always hungry. Now I was just lonely. 

"Well tonight, you'll have to take potluck with me. I usually have some stuff in the fridge. And, frankly, I'd appreciate the company. Here we are." 

I opened the lobby door with my key and helped Tim in with his belongings. "I'm afraid it's a walk-up," I said leading the way up the staircase. The building had been a factory of some kind long ago. Now it contained lofts, two to a floor. My apartment, this apartment, is on the top floor. 

"Pretty neat, huh?" proud of what I had created in the space. 

"Yeah," came the enthusiastic reply. 

"I helped the builder with architectural drawings and design work. We made each apartment unique, using architectural salvage. I found all the doors lined up pretty much like they are now, just leaning against the wall of a building downtown in the process of being demolished. I got them for the asking. Decorative, functional, cheap. They let me have this apartment cheap in return - and I don't think anyone really wanted the fifth floor with all those stairs." 

"I'll clue you in on where to find stuff" I offered as we approached the nearest set of doors. "The kitchen is behind here" I pulled, the doors that sandwiched together concealing a galley kitchen. "A few doors down is a half bath. Some more doors down leads to a bedroom. That's pretty much the way it goes. My room is at the end, the kind of green door." 

Tim stood, hadn't really moved. I think he was impressed by the apartment. 

"You can put your stuff in here," I offered the first bedroom, opening a door in the middle of the row. "My roommates just moved out and they left the mattress at least." 

"Are you on your own here?" Tim seemed amazed at all the space. 

Tim (interjecting): "You would seem amazed, too - especially when compared to the small, dirty room I had shared with two other guys". 

"Yes, I'm all alone." I told him. 

"No girlfriend, or anyone?" 

"Not even a cat. Why don't you freshen up, there's a bath through there," I indicated a door across the bedroom. I think there are towels and stuff in there. If you don't find what you need, shout. Make yourself at home. I'll dig around for something to eat." I tried to back out the door discretely, closing it after myself, thinking Tim would want some privacy. I was thinking it would be pretty weird some guy offering a place to stay and all. 

As I walked toward the kitchen, it was strange but I felt my heart lighten. It would be fun to cook for someone else, to eat with someone else. Even when my roommates were still there, we each lived a separate life. Sure there was the occasional party or watching a game, but most of the time I ate alone. Now I had a reason to use the chef's kitchen the building owner claimed as a reason for high rent for the other apartments. 

*** 

Tim: I got cleaned up, put on some fresh clothes and came out of the room. There was John in the kitchen. I stood by silently, just watching him. He was entirely focused on the task at hand, moving with a kind of native efficiency. He set a large pot of water on the burner. A pinch of salt and some olive oil, turn up the flame. He rooted around in the refrigerator until he found some frozen meatballs. Into the microwave to defrost. In a large skillet he took more olive oil, some not too dry cloves of garlic (good thing his roommate's girlfriend had come over to cook a while back I found out later). A little jarred sauce, add in the meatballs and let heat slowly. Add some pasta to the pot of water, set the timer for 10 and get the table set. Plates, placemats, forks, and wineglasses - two each from the set of sixteen he somehow had acquired through the roommates. A quick stir of pot and pan. A taste - add a little oregano. Not bad. Parmesan on the table and ... 

*** 

John: I froze as I felt the eyes on me. I looked up to see Tim leaning against the wall of doors taking in my every move. He was now in a clean tee-shirt and jeans, barefoot, dirty blond hair brushed past his ears. He moved across the space and took me into an embrace. I remember him inhaling deeply. 

"Smell good?" 

"Yeah, you do. Oh yeah, dinner too." 

Tim, as you can see, is slight, a full head shorter than me. He briefly nuzzled my neck, my knees nearly gave out. Then he stepped around me peeking into the pots. "Ooh, spaghetti. I hate to be a bad guest, but I'm starving." 

I was wavering between awkwardness and lust. I'm really quite shy, but he had gotten to me, my neck is one of my erogenous zones. The timer went off, bringing me back to awareness. "Grab a bottle from the rack, something red. There's a corkscrew in the drawer," I said and returned to finish preparing the meal. 

Tim browsed the wine rack, pulling out bottles one after another. "I don't usually shop in the fine wine section. I've been on more of a screw top budget." 

I took the bottle from Tim, it was a super Tuscan, great choice. "Open it up, please, and pour us a couple." I returned to the kitchen to put food on plates and brought them to the high table across from the kitchen. 

Tim settled at the place opposite and looked over the steaming plate at me. I tipped my glass as a kind of toast, winked and took a long pull. "Mmmmm. This will get better as it breathes." 

*** 

Tim: I sipped the wine. My senses were filled with the rich redness of the wine. Somehow the sensuality stirred my sex. I felt my balls loosen in my jeans as the tightness of my entire body - tightness about which I had been unaware - eased away. My stomach growled, I snickered, embarrassed. 

"Well eat something, will you? I don't want you passing out from hunger" John teased me. 

*** 

John: We ate greedily. I paused after taking a drink to smile at Tim, encouraging him to be comfortable. "More?" 

"Uh, yes, please. It's really good." 

I served up another plate of food to Tim. I had had enough and just sipped wine while he ate. 

"What are you studying at the U?" 

Between mouthfuls, "Psychology is my major. I started out in Music, and I'll always have that, but after an intro course in Psych, I was hooked. I think helping people work through issues in their lives is something I do naturally and the stuff in the courses just fits." 

"You mentioned that you've been on your own." 

"Yeah. When I came out to my parents - or more that they suspected and accused me of being gay and I was at long last past denial - they cut me off. I have a good scholarship from the U - my advisor is head of the Psych Department and he's been very supportive. That pretty much leaves me with room and board to cover. Thanks to those two assholes I was rooming with, I'm screwed." 

I drained my glass, then turned the bottle over to pour any remaining wine. When it proved dry, I shrugged, got up, picking up my plate and glass and moved to the sink to begin the dishes. Tim followed with his plate and glass and grabbed a dishtowel, and stood at my side, ready to help. 

"Any thoughts of what you'll do next? Not that I'm hurrying you out or anything." 

"I guess I'll go to the University housing office. See if there's anything I can do now.' 

"Worth a shot, anyway. Grab the rest of the stuff off the table for me?" Tim complied. "Thanks" I said as I took the remaining items from Tim and finished the clean up. 

"We could watch a movie or whatever's on TV" I offered. 

"I don't know if it's the wine or just all that's happened, but if its ok with you, I think I'd just like to crash." 

"Sure, that's all right. No pressure." 

Tim walked over to me, stood on tiptoe and kissed me full on the mouth. I don't know what came over me, but responded by wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close, returned the kiss, sinking into the sensation. A jolt ran through me and I stepped back, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I mean, I'm not suggesting anything, I don't..." 

Tim cut me off, "Yeah, I was feeling it too, no worries. If you want to, we could," 

Now I cut him off, "Uh, no, I mean, I don't ever, you know, I didn't mean to presume or anything." My words gave out. 

"I'm cool with it, if you change your mind." 

I mumbled "good night" and escaped to my room. I fell onto my bed, beating it with my fists. How could I grab that guy that way? I knew I wanted to. And it seemed like Tim was sending signals. Still, I couldn't take advantage of some kid, well he must have been 19, probably 20, down on his luck. Am I some kind of perv. Then again, Tim said he was all right with it. Damn, damn, damn. Was Tim really attracted to me or just desperate not to offend me. How desperate was I to grab Tim like that? 

I washed up, brushed my teeth, stripped and got into bed, still mentally bashing myself, hoping Tim wasn't too weirded out in the other room. Every detail of the evening kept playing over and over in my mind until, at last I fell asleep. 




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Then the dream came again. In the dream I could feel my hand closing over my balls, pulling, tugging. Only this time my hands lay across my chest, my fingers entwined in my chest hair, fingers grazing my nipples. Then all of a sudden it hit me - if I was touching both my own nipples, whose hand - no hands were on my balls? I jolted awake, lifting my head to see the back of a head, a head with longish, blond hair. Then I felt more, a soft mouth closing over my cock head, tongue swirling over the surface. Oooooh. My head dropped back onto the pillow as I was swept away by the sensations on my cock and balls. I moved my hand to rest upon the back of the servicing head. The tongue paused and mouth released me. The head turned, became a face, a face with wide open eyes. 

"I got lonely in that room all by myself, and I thought I heard you call out, so I came in. I didn't mean to take advantage of you, but there you were, splayed out on the bed, the light coming in from the windows was beautiful, made you beautiful, and well, I just had to, I just had to have you. Now let me finish you off." 

Well, I'm only human, what else could I do? What would you have done? 

 Chapter Two: Tim 

John: Tim planned to set off to the university the next morning, looking pretty cheerful. I know I was feeling good from his attentions and hoped he enjoyed my attentions to him. I told him to not worry about his things, he was free to leave them here until he had things settled. I had errands to run that morning, so gave Tim a key to the apartment. 

"You're trusting me with this?" he asked looking at the key in his hand. 

"Shouldn't I?" 

"Yes, you should, but it's the key to your apartment" he replied in amazement. 

I laughed at him saying, "If you can haul anything down five flights, you're welcome to it. I know how much work that is. It's my nature to trust first. I like you. I hope you like me." 

"Well you are mighty tasty" he grinned back. 

"Back at you." 

Tim came back from the university housing office with bad news. Housing on campus was overbooked and they had allocated all their funds until the next semester. The Dean of Students had the same bad news. He had the look of an abandoned waif. I already knew I'd offer him a place to stay - something had clicked for me, even before he sucked me dry. I had picked up extra groceries, toothpaste and other toiletries, and other odds and ends that I thought would make him more comfortable. 

"Bad news?" 

"There's nothing they can do until next semester, and that's not very promising. I guess I can crash with some friends, but that won't be cool for long. I've got two papers to write and finals in six weeks. If I don't ace them, I'll lose my scholarship. I can't go home, I'm not welcome there. Oh fuck." 

"Tim? You can stay here as long as you need. I've got too much room. I think we've hit it off pretty well" a wink "and if you're okay with being here, I'd be pleased to have you." 

"I don't have much, any money. I can't pay rent." 

"We'll work that out as we go. I'm not hurting for money. When you get a job, you can pay what you can. I really enjoyed having dinner with you last night, among other things. Why not give it a try - at least until something else comes up." 

"You don't know what a relief this is" Tim said as he crossed the room to hug me. 

"No strings, no obligations - well you could help me clean up sometimes. You can have the room you were in last night, where you started in. You know, I've never slept with anyone before." Tim smirked. "I mean sleep - I'm not a virgin. Funny, I hadn't realized that. It was nice." 

"It does save making another bed and two sets of sheets in the laundry" Tim offered hopefully. 

"You don't mind that I'm older?" 

"Not if you don't mind that I'm younger. How old are you, anyway, thirties?" 

"Not yet, twenty-nine." 

"Ooops. It must be your air of accomplishment that adds to your aspect of maturity. Who the fuck cares, you're way hot." 

"It's settled then. And as much as I'd like to distract you, I think you mentioned some papers you had to write..." 

"Thanks, man. No, thank you John" the second phrase was said with sincerity and respect. 

After that the apartment assumed a more comfortable air - not that anything had been added or even rearranged, but that two of us now shared the space. I keep regular hours at my job as architect and Tim leads the seemingly random life of a college student - different classes on different days, some early, some late, study sessions, library time and the occasional odd job. He contributed what money he made to the running of the household, but I quietly tucked it away, fortunately not needing it, Tim added nominal cost. He helped around the house, with more good intention than skill. I had to smile at Tim's sincerity and had to relax some of my standards. 

Tim: John was nearly obsessive compulsive when I got here. He spent hours just putting away the groceries, make everything just so. I think I got him to loosen up a little. 

John: As I was saying...We often spent evenings apart, but invariably ended up in bed together. Quiet nights of easy, mutual orgasms were as frequent as full-on engaged sex. I think we achieved an easy, shared enjoyment without possessiveness or expectations. 

One evening, as we lay panting side-by-side after some particularly boisterous intercourse, I remember turning toward Tim. "I'm really glad you came into my life." 

"Yeah, me too - beyond that homeless, penniless thing." 

"Please, I've never been so happy." 

"And yet..." 

"Yeah, and yet...and yet I don't think this is my 'ultimate relationship'. I love you and all... 

"Oh thank God. I'm so relieved to hear that. I love you too, I love what we share, and I don't want anything to change, but it seems like there's room for more - do you know what I mean?" 

"Yeah, that about explains it. I'm really happy - and love the sex, oh man, but yeah that's it, there's room for more - without it hurting what we have. I don't want to feel owned or own you. I love you more than that." 

"So what do we do now?" 

"Do we have to do anything? Except for sucking this lovely cock - mmmbl mmmbl, mmmbl." 

"I missed that last part, but don't stop." 

"Yummy, but I think we just stay open to good stuff to come. Now to make your good stuff cum..." 

*** 

Tim: I think I should pick up the story now...In the middle of November I came in late one evening. I crept quietly into John's room to find him sprawled naked on the bed - hard as usual. I paused for a moment to give silent thanks for John as my benefactor, in such a beautiful form, the strong, dark features, broad hairy chest, heavy cock and weighty balls. But best of all is John's simple generosity. He demands nothing, appreciates everything, he shares all - all with a spirit of fun. 

I really wanted to love him completely and be that soul mate everyone talks about. It just wasn't there for me - for John either. There was plenty of magic, and oh boy we shared fireworks, but our relationship didn't consume either one of us. We enjoyed handicapping other men, ranking their desirability, flirting with them and still being able to go home to bed to each other hornier then ever. Other times it was a kind of mutual kindness, offering the relief of orgasm to each other. 

Now I had something, someone to suggest. I couldn't help smiling with anticipation at the delight in taking John's balls into my hands, fuzzy like peaches, redolent of maleness, heavy in my hands. Just holding these balls makes me hard - every time. I leaned down and kissed them over and over until John stirred. 

"Is that my lover?" John murmured. 

"Mmm hmmm," I replied, muffled by testicles. 

"You keep doing that and I'm going to cum all over the place." 

"Mmm hmmmmmmmm." 

"Are you just loving me or are you getting me to relax so you can tell me something?" 

"Mmmmmm, uh, yes to both?" 

"I'd be lying if I said I was relaxed now..." 

"Yeah, this great throbbing wanger kind of indicates some excitement." 

"Come here." John reached down and pulled me to his chest, kissing me all over the face. "You can tell me anything, babe, you don't need to 'relax' me. I am, however, expecting you to finish the job. Now what gives?" 

I snuggled against John's chest, mouthing the hair surrounding one nipple and letting my hand stray to John's hard cock below. I gently stroked his cock with the back of my hand, simple light touches. Feeling John's cock throb in response, I began, "There's this guy in a couple of my classes, Sean." 

"Yeah, I'm listening, and don't think I don't know what you're doing to my cock to distract me, but don't stop either." 

"Well he and I are kind of friends." 

"Mm hmmm" John did seem to be losing focus. 

"Well, Sean's from the West Coast and can't go home for Thanksgiving week and doesn't have anywhere to go." 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, you better stop that if you want me to be able to think." 

"You're so easy." 

"Now that I've regained some focus, I'm thinking that you want to invite Sean to stay with us. And I'm guessing by all your special attentions that he might be willing to share more than a turkey?" 

"I think he'd like to be stuffed." 

"So what's he like?" 

John: Tim's like a spoiled child when he knows he's gotten his way. He stopped his seductive touching and straddled my chest, reaching back to tuck my cock between his ass cheeks. "Sean is very sweet. He's Asian of some type, about my size with the cutest face, and those deep dark eyes and lips, their like a pouty cherry in the middle of his face. Now that I think about it, he might have a bit of struggle with all of you," Tim wriggled on my cock, "but that's to be seen." 

"He sounds great, but I really wanted to know about his personality." 

"Oh damn you and your sincere goodness" Tim teased. "He's a quick wit and lots of fun. I'd have brought him around before, but I was afraid to ask him. He kind of hinted that he needed a place to go and that he was kind of sweet on me. I had told him that I was 'being kept by an older man'." 

"I'm not that old, and you're not being kept, princess." 

"Just teasing, lover. I told him about the apartment and a little about you, too. He tried not to salivate, and I didn't go into any graphic details either." Another wriggle. 

"He's a friend of yours and is welcome here. I'd like you to feel you can invite friends here, this is your home, too. I ask that you respect our home and make sure you aren't in any danger, but other than that, your friends are welcome." 

"You lovely, generous man. For that, you get special treatment." Tim slid his body languorously the length of my cock continuing until his lips rested upon the head. "You want it fast or slow?" 

"Like you ever listen to me. You've been teasing me forever." 

Tim licked my cockhead with long, slow licks. 

"Oh God." 

"I love it when you pray." 

"Oh my God." 

Tim changed to tiny nips around my frenulum. My cock flexed wildly and balls drew up, begging for release. 

"Oooh, do these big balls want attention?" Tim is always teasing. 

"You bastard, finish this" I pleaded. 

Tim grabbed my cock at the base, standing it erect and began to work it into his mouth, sucking while rotating his head in half circles from side to side. I was clutching at the sheets with the exquisite pleasure Tim gave my cock. Tim grabbed my balls, trying to contain them in one hand, closing his index finger and thumb near where my scrotum joins my body, pulling down hard. 

Tim: John reared up, groaning like an animal. Knowing John was close, I pulled off of John's cock, tugging harder on his balls. With a great grown, John's cock erupted with a heavy rope of cum that reached from his forehead to his stomach. The next rope was even greater in volume than the first, splatted loudly against the headboard. This was followed by several more gouts of cum raining down on his chest and stomach. John lay still. He was done. 

I crawled to straddle John, taking his softened yet still engorged organ into my hands. Grabbing both our cocks, I stroked them together and in a few strokes blew my own load adding to the sticky mess on John's chest. I was wiped out and eased down to lie on John's chest, snuggling in our mixed orgasm. 

John struggled to speak, "mess". 

"Don't worry, I'll help you clean up in the morning." I kissed him and drifted to sleep lying on him. 

The next morning we showered together. "Damn its tough getting all this cum out of your hair." I remember struggling and combing your chest hair, thickly matted with our cum. 

"Sure was fun putting it there" John replied kissing me aggressively while we showered. 

"Now stop it. I've got to get you cleaned up. Sean is coming over this morning and you need to look presentable." 

"We could present him this" John wagged his hardening cock at me. 

"Behave! Don't worry, you'll get yours." I bent over to kiss John's cock then returned to cleaning his chest. "All this hair is so sexy, but what a mess. I can't believe how much you came last night. It was almost scary. I think it stained the wood of the headboard. Of course, it's kind of a trophy for extraordinary service in the line of duty." 

Finally satisfied that John was cleaned up, we got out of the shower and began to dry each other when the lobby door buzzer rang. "Must be Sean, he's early - though I did promise him brunch." I ran out of the bathroom to respond to the buzzer, leaving John to dry off. "He's on his way up" I called pulling on jeans and a tee-shirt. 

John took his time, as usual, checking to make sure his hair - head and chest - was tidy. Still a little damp, John had walked into the great room wearing some shorts made from old sweats and an athletic shirt. He looked mighty good. I was smiling as I opened the door to let in Sean and his three suitcases. Odd, considering he was staying less than a week. 

Chapter Three: Sean 

Sean: Tim and I are about the same size. 

Tim: Except where it counts. 

Sean: You're not that much bigger. 

Reporter: Sean moved to sit on the other arm of the chair. Mark squeezed out from among them and moved to the couch to lie on the now reclining Brad. I sensed they had heard the story before. They quietly began to make out. John had said that their interaction was fluid and what I observed, how they moved from one intimate grouping to another bore that out. 

Sean: As I was saying...Tim was hugging me as John came into the room. I hope my jaw didn't drop, but there he was: tall, dark chest hair peaking out at the top and arm holes of his shirt, heavy bulge below the waste band, extending very handsomely downward with a marked ridge just above the open leg of the shorts. 

With a kiss, I broke free of Tim's hug and walked over to John who held out his hand. Seeing him, I wasn't about to shake his hand, so I stepped past the extended hand and hugged John and kept hugging him, until I could feel his cock pressing against me, getting harder by the second. 

A little shocked, I spun around toward Tim. "You didn't do the apartment justice - its gorgeous, like on one of those design shows. And John here, you said he was tall, dark and handsome, but you didn't tell me he was big." 

Tim huffed in response. "Would you have believed me? 'I live with this man, who picked me up off the street, fed me, clothed me, sheltered me. He's handsome and sexy and even more he's hung.' Yeah, you'd have called me deluded, if not a liar." 

"I suppose you're right. It makes for a nice surprise anyway" I said as I reached back to give John's cock a tweak. 

"Well if you two are done talking about me, let's at least get coffee going." We watched as John walked across to the kitchen. 

"Nice ass, too." 

"Yes, those shorts ride nicely up." 

"Hairy back?" 

"Not much, and I've taken on the task of grooming him." 

"Not too much, I hope." 

"No, a little off his balls for easy access. I leave that furry butt alone - yum." 

"You know, guys" John interrupted from the kitchen "I'm in the same room. I can hear you." 

"Just go about your breakfast duties, dear" Tim teased. "I'll show Sean around and see if it meets with his very particular standards as a place to crash for the holiday." 

I looked longingly at John. "I think it will do very nicely. Bigger than I expected - the loft I mean - among other things - but it will do. 

Over the brunch of eggs and muffins that John had prepared, Tim and I continued our conversation, ignoring John's presence. Tim was finally giving me some details about John and his sex life. "I've tried, but I'm not much of a bottom and I'm so good orally." 

"Brag, brag, brag. I've always known you were a tight ass. Then again, John would appear to present a challenge. Perhaps after a warm up? Well, no hurry, we have days and days. Is he patient?" 

"Amazingly so. Sometimes I know he's holding back, horned out to the max and wanting to go for it, but always the gentleman." 

John spoke up. "More than I can say for you, Tim. So much for gentlemen not telling what goes on in the bedroom." 

"He can be a little tetchy when horny, but I can't believe he's feeling neglected after last night. Man did he blow a load, he came in quarts. It took an hour to get it out of his chest hair this morning." 

"Do tell more." 

"Some things do remain secrets among lovers. You'll have to find out for yourself." 

John: Sean and Tim chatted on about all manner of things while I looked on. I had to smile to myself at how these two ethnically different, physically similar young men had such a close rapport. College classes and college life, I supposed. They were sweet together. 

"What are you grinning at?" they said in unison when they at last realized I was observing them. 

"Nothing, nothing. By the way, are you two twins?" 

"No, he's a bottom and I'm a top" Tim rejoined. "Well anally, anyway." 

"So I've noticed" teased John. 

"Are you complaining?" 

"No I am not complaining. But I think I'd like to try some ass once in a while. You feel pretty comfortable giving it to me." 

"And by your reaction the other night, I'm thinking you like it, too." 

"Bicker, bicker, bicker" remarked Sean. "You know what your problem is, my darlings, you're mismatched. Two tops without a bottom. Now where could you find someone to fulfill your competing needs?" 

"Hmmm? Beats me. I suppose we could hold auditions." 

Tim said to me, pushing me toward the door, "Don't you have some shopping to do or something?" 

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" 

"Uh, yes. I - we - have some plans to make. And we need stuff for the big feast. Now off you go" pushing John toward the door. 

"Maybe I should change first?" 

"I suppose it would be more decent for grocery shopping, though you look so yummy just like that." Tim squeezed my cock through my shorts. 

I changed into jeans and put on a leather jacket, picked up his shopping list and headed for the door. Tim and Sean were already deep in conversation - about what I couldn't be sure, but by the way they looked me over, I had hopes for some fun. 

"Ring from downstairs when you get back. We'll help you haul things up. Who needs a gym with a five floor walk up?" Tim called after me as I headed out the door. 

On returning, I rang the door buzzer, but got no answer. Damn, I'll have to carry all the bags up myself. I managed to load up to make it in one trip, stumbling through the door. I called out, but didn't hear anything. Had Sean and Tim gone out? I put the perishables into the refrigerator and was about to start on the remainder when I heard Tim moan familiarly. I crossed to Tim's room and quietly opened the door. There was Tim mounted on Sean, actively pumping away. I watched in silence. It was hot. 




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Sean: I sensed John's presence and looked over. Tim was still oblivious. I signaled with my eyes for John to join us. In a moment John had shucked his clothes and climbed onto the mattress behind Tim, wrapping his arms around Tim and pressing his body against Tim's back, his cock hard against Tim's flexing ass. 

"Starting without me?" 

"Oh man," Tim uttered, slowing his thrusting. "Sorry. We got talking about all we wanted to do with you and, well, things got going. 

"Don't slow down, baby, I'm nearly there" They got talking and were ignoring me, Tim still fully in my ass - go figure. 

"Finish what you start, my man" John encouraged. "I'm happy just watching - for now." 

Tim had already re-engaged and quickly climaxed, shooting his load into me. It was glorious. 

I caught John's eye, "Sloppy seconds?" 

John answered by kneeling along side the mattress and pulled me toward his erect cock, pressing against my well warmed asshole. I wanted him bad and even more when I felt John's cockhead stretched my hole. John continued to pull on my legs, slowing pulling me onto his cock. I could see Tim, totally hard despite having just cum, watching us. I squirmed as inch by inch my ass was stretched by John's cock. 

John's look of determination changed to ecstasy as his cock was now partially in the grip of my ass. His face seemed to call out "heaven". 

John: Yes, it was 'heaven'. So warm and tight. Tim and I had tried a bunch of times, but I never got nearly this far in. I hadn't really had much experience before Tim. 

Tim: No experience you mean. 

John: Well some experience. 

Tim: Some furtive blow job in a men's room doesn't count as sexual experience. 

Reporter's note: How like a typical married couple these guys argued. 

John: Anyway, Sean suddenly began choking, really it was his ass choking on my cock. Sean's eyes began to tear, he began to whimper. I began to pull out, but Sean called out, "no, leave it in. It would hurt more if you pulled out but I can't take anymore, not right now." 

Tim's cock drooped in reaction to his friend's distress. I was frozen, not wanting to bring any pain, unable to proceed or withdraw. 

Sean calmed down in time and began to relax. I leaned forward to kiss and sooth him. Tim ran to get a warm cloth. Upon returning, Tim signaled for me to pull out. Tim applied the warm cloth to Sean's ass, to ease the stinging pain he too had known when being fucked. 

Sean was so upset. "I'm so sorry, John. I thought I was ready." 

"I'm sorry too, Sean. I didn't want to hurt you." 

"It'll be okay later, I guess I need more warming up, maybe a joint or something. I really want you to fuck me. You're everything Tim said you were and I'd love to please you. 

I lay along side Sean, Tim lay along the other side. We both were petting him, touching him all over. He fell asleep, I suppose tired out from his exertions. After a while we all fell asleep. 

The evening was well advanced when I came awake. I had had troubling dreams, finally jolting awake. I realized I was alone on the mattress in Tim's room. I got up, pulled on my jeans and went into the great room. Tim sat at the table facing the kitchen. Sean was busy cooking, singing little snatches of song as he worked. 

"So here he is, just in time for dinner" Sean called out merrily. 

"You don't seem any worse for wear" I observed cautiously. 

"Nope, all better, and ready for another try - maybe. Timmy here got hungry so I've made myself at home in your kitchen." 

"Smells good." 

"Look, sweety" Tim took me by the arm, "I'm sorry I didn't manage things very well. I'm thinking its going to take some time. I hope you're not disappointed." 

"Any one would be disappointed not getting to go at it with Sean." I winked at him. "But sex is about having fun, not hurting. We'll manage our fun times some other way." I lifted Tim off the floor and crushed him with a huge kiss. 

Tim replied, a little breathless," Uh, yeah, we'll do something to make you happy." 

"You always do, lover, you always do." 

"Hey, can I get some of that action?" Sean complained. 

"When you finish making dinner. I'm hungry - for food for a change. After dinner, well I was going to say 'brace yourself', but I think we'll just take it easy." I walked over to Sean and kissed him gently. 

With the prospect of sex, we ate quickly and cleaned up. We sat for a while in front of the fire, all sharing one couch, becoming increasingly entangled as we made out. One piece at a time we shed our clothes, until finally naked, we fell upon each other with hands, mouths and assorted body parts, seeking to delight each other. We got so lost in passion, we lost our balance and fell to the floor with a 'wump'. I wonder if they heard us downstairs. 

When we untangled and stopped laughing, I suggested we move to the bedroom to continue. Tim ran ahead, followed by Sean with me in close pursuit. We fell upon the mattress and re-engaged in our love-making. 

I awoke the next morning with a man in each arm, their heads rested on my chest. Very delicious. One of them gripped my cock in his hand and one cupped my balls. I tried not to move for fear of waking them. I lay still enjoying the closeness for a long time, watching the morning light climb move along the ceiling. 

Then the hand on my balls began to flex and massage. My cock hardened. The hand that held my cock began to stroke lightly. After the several times they had brought me to orgasm in the night, I was amazed that I could get hard again - but there it was. Tim and Sean began to giggle. 

"I can hear your heart beating faster, John. Are you getting excited?" 

"Your chest hair tickles my face." 

"Does Mr. Dick want a kiss?" 

I felt a gentle peck which evolved into a slurpy kiss. The mouth opened and engulfed my cock head, the tongue driving me wild. 

"Whoever's doing that, keep doing that." 

"Do me, do me." I had a rival for attention. I opened my eyes to find Sean on my cock and Tim kneeling. We shifted around so Tim could straddle my chest, bringing his dick in range of my mouth, leaving room for Sean to 'keep doing that'. Tim soon squirted into my mouth. He leaned down to kiss me, I shared his orgasm with him. 

Tim began to double team with Sean on my cock. "Come here, Sean." Sean moved up to receive a sucking and Tim took over full duty on my cock. I admit I was losing control, sucking Sean fully into my mouth, maintaining strong suction. I wanted his cum and I wanted to cum. Sean squealed as he released into my mouth. 

Tim took his mouth off of my cock. "Help me here, Sean" Tim ordered. Sean scrambled down to my cock, taking it in two hands, freeing Tim to work my balls. They got a rhythm working and before long, my balls tried to pull up against Tim's grip. Sean held my cock straight up, pumping down hard, catching the right moment to intensify the first shot of cum. It launched into the air arcing over the bed, landing on Sean's back. Two more shots splattered randomly over us all. Tim caught the final spurts in his mouth, sucking out the last of my cum, then moved up to share it with me. 

Sean said perkily, "Mr. Dick makes a fountain. Happy Thanksgiving." 

I knew I had much to be thankful for. 

*** 

Since we had an entire dinner to prepare, I encouraged my bedmates to get up and get moving. I showered quickly and got to work in the kitchen setting out the makings of Thanksgiving dinner. Tim and Sean had showered together and emerged from the bedroom, still giggling. 

"Sean, you're on your own for a while, I've got to make some progress on a paper. Somehow my evenings get sidetracked - I can't imagine why." Tim scuttled into the study. 

I looked up to see Sean sitting at the kitchen island watching me begin prepare the stuffing. I winked at him, he winked back. A moment later he was at my side, chopping onions and celery. Then he was washing the turkey. And I'm not sure when it happened, but I found myself sitting in front the television, watching the parade with a Bloody Mary in my hand and some very delectable snacks on the table in front of me. I could hear the furious sounds of cooking going on in the kitchen. 

A while later, Tim came out to stretch his legs. "What's this? Sitting on your ass in front of the TV?" 

"Tim, sit down. Watch this. I want to see if it happens again." I finished the rest of my drink and rattled the ice in the empty glass. As if by magic, a new drink appeared in my hand, more snacks landed on the table. Tim suddenly had a drink in his hand. 

"Yes, it happened again. And something smells wonderful in the kitchen. I could get used to this." 

"I knew Sean worked part-time in catering, but I didn't know he was a chef, not to mention the perfect party hostess." 

We moved to the kitchen island and took seats to watch Sean at work. Much more entertaining than the parade, anyway. He was a whirl of flashing knives, clanging pots, oven mittens, and ingredients. In the midst of all that, he produced more snacks, and refilled our glasses. 

I had started to feel woozy from never ending drinks. "I need to get some air. If Sean is trying to impress me, I'm impressed - again." 

Sean stepped in, "Oh, good. You too, Tim. Why don't you go with John for a little walk. It will perk your appetite and let me get things set up here." 

The air outside had a late fall bite and yet the early afternoon sun was warm on my face and hands. My head quickly cleared. Our neighborhood was very quiet, typical on holidays when it seemed most people spent time with families elsewhere. Still, we caught the scents of other feasts in preparation as we walked along. 

"What do you think he's up to?" I asked Tim. 

"If either you or I were up there with him, I'd hazard a guess, but since we're here and he's there alone, I haven't a clue. Shall we go back and find out?" 

We had been tracking the wonderful smells of cooking all the way up the five flights of stairs. We opened the door to the apartment to find it transformed. The table was set with a cloth, candlesticks with burning candles, turkey centerpiece, assorted pilgrims and Indians in the form of decorations, Indian corn bouquets and all the other accoutrements of a traditional Thanksgiving. 

"Welcome back, boys. Happy Thanksgiving." 

I think I speak for both of us to say we were floored. 

"I figured a couple of bachelors living on their own wouldn't have appropriate décor, so I came prepared. I've been cadging this stuff from catering assignments for weeks." 

"That explains the suitcases. At least he dragged them up the stairs on his own." 

"I had planned to kind of fill our plates at the stove and sit in front of the TV. We've moved to another level. But hey, have you been planning this for weeks? Tim just told me about it on Monday." Tim looked innocently off into space. 

"John will you open the wine?" Sean, stepping on any further questions, indicated a bottle chilling in an improvised wine bucket. As I fiddled with the cork, Sean produced all manner of platters and bowls of wonderfully smelling food, capped off with a perfectly prepared turkey - down to the little white booties on the drum sticks. 

"A toast." 

They turned toward me with expectation all over their faces. 

"Somehow I feel like Bob Cratchet from A Christmas Carol. Okay, here goes. A toast to friends and lovers, some new, some newer. May we ever enjoy the bounty we share this day." 

"Here, here." 

We feasted royally. During the meal, Sean explained that he came from generations of restaurateurs. He said the family specialty was Chinese, but they comfortably cooked in most idioms. His family was somewhat disappointed when he chose to pursue and education in business, hoping he would work in the family restaurant. That said, cooking was in his blood and he enjoyed every aspect - except doing the dishes. Looking across the table I knew we'd have lots of those, even with a dishwasher. 

After several rounds of desserts - how did he make so much stuff out of what I had in the house? - we grudgingly cleaned up the kitchen and collapsed in front of the television. A little football, an old movie, some napping, a cold beer - boy that tasted good - and we dragged our bloated selves off to bed. 

"Sex?" 

"I think in the morning. I ate too much." 

"Me too." 

"Snore..." 

Tim: Well we tried the next day and all that week to get John all the way in - it just never worked well - it was fun trying. When we worked it in the whole way - which took a long time - he'd either blow his load immediately or not be able to cum from anxiety - not very satisfying. We found lots of other ways to get off - I mean make love. 

Sean: And Tim was turning out to be my perfect butt lover. 

John: Sunday arrived. We had been having fun, the time passed too quickly. In the early afternoon Sean appeared in the great room with his bags packed. 

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" I demanded. 

"I've got some stuff to get ready for classes next week, so I'm headed back to the dorm." 

"The hell you are." I'm not usually so emphatic, but Sean fit in so well to our household, I couldn't remember when he wasn't there. And while I was a little concerned that I might end up weighing 400 pounds with all the fabulous cooking, I loved his attention to me and how happy Tim was when with him. 

"Oh thank god. I was dreading that dreary dorm room - your place is so chic. And my roommate, I guess he's an okay guy, but I've grown tired of his incessant masturbating and utter lack of interest in me. Lord knows, I've offered. I'm not convinced he likes girls either. Whatever." 

Tim inquired, "Are you saying Sean should move in with us?" 

"If he's willing, he's welcome. And I can assure him that I'm interested in him and that I don't like girls - well not for, you know..." 

We walked arms around shoulders to Sean's dorm where we quickly packed his remaining belongings and hauled them back to the apartment. 

Our group dynamic barely seemed to change with addition of Sean. The food got a lot better and there was a lot more fun. The harmony of the household, the comfort and loving Tim and I had found together were enhanced by Sean's presence. A great thing had gotten better. 

 Chapter Four: Mark 

Sean: So I moved in. It was great. A beautiful apartment, a real kitchen to cook in and two handsome men at my beck and call. School was never much of an effort for me. I enjoyed the classes. I was footing most of my own bill, so needed to keep a job. 

I had taken a part time job with a catering firm at the start of the semester. It was mostly working private parties. The ones thrown by local celebs paid the best. You wouldn't believe what a shallow bunch they are - and that coming from a little queen like me. They would have this big shindig, invite all the local hotshots and fill in the crowd with what I call "the beautiful people". I guess they were trying to impress themselves, but they hired these actor/artsy types to drape themselves around the room and be beautiful. The 'beauties' must have been told not to speak. Most of them just looked bored. They ate and drank pretty well. I admit to more than one flirtation, but I think that was to get me to bring them more booze. 

At one of these parties, in honor of some avant garde artiste, the artiste's sponsor had opened all the stops. It was held at a swank hotel's rooftop garden. I think they were going for a Japanese theme - why I don't know - the artiste was some local boy whose works looked like barf on canvas. In any case, the whole scene looked more geisha house than tea ceremony - particularly with the beautiful people in various, indiscriminate Asian attire. I guess that's why I got the job to start with. Type casting, ah well. Perhaps next year I can crash the Mikado cast party. The point is there was one absolute stunner at the party. I'm guessing he either didn't get the dress code, was some celeb's 'personal guest' or just crashed since he was in black tie. At the beginning of the evening, I saw him get placed in an alcove by some old guy. It was clear that the old guy was giving him stern instructions, about what neither the stunner nor I paid any attention. The old guy dashed off to meet with someone 'important', leaving said stunner on his own. Not one to miss an opportunity for mischief, or to get closer to an outstanding lovely, I used my best waiter technique and brought him champagne. He accepted gratefully, after making sure the coast was clear of old guys. He stayed out of sight and managed to consume the steady supply of champers I kept coming. 

I, sadly, was called to wait upon the assembled masses and lost track of the stunner for a while. During a lull, I tanked up a tray full of glasses and some little tidbits from the buffet for him. I was just crossing the room toward the alcove when I heard the old guy abusing our lovely in the most horrible terms. Our lovely slumped onto a settee at hand, distraught. He made a beautiful tableau of despair. The oldster, on spotting me, demanded to see my boss. I had a few moments of terror myself. A short while later, the boss man cornered me - again that sinking feeling. Fortunately, I was in no way associated with the young fellows debauch, but rather was charged to see to it he left the premises immediately. 

"You want me, me, all of five foot four one hundred and twenty pounds me, to bodily toss this fellow out?" I inquired incredulously. 

The boss man replied with some sarcasm, "No, I want you to take him home. This 'do' is about done anyway. You can take off early. Make sure he's taken care of. Here's some money for cab fare. Mr. Jacobs wants him out of here now." Then in a manner the boss man mistook for entre nous', "Apparently, this isn't the first time Mr. Jacobs's escort' has over indulged and has become an embarrassment." 

I'm not one to miss the after party clean up - you know - all these rich folk's parties, when you come down to it, for all the $5000 Armani suits and Rolexes, its just like any common garden variety frat house party. At the end, its cigarette butts floating in booze glasses and a couple of drunks in the corners. 

Well, I had my drunk to attend to. So I took him down to the lobby and poured him into a cab. He was completely incoherent, so I rummaged in his pockets for some id. All I found were condoms in various flavors and sizes and some joints. 

Mark: Hey, what ever happened to them. That was good shit. 

Sean: (Rolling his eyes) Now I was stuck. What was I going to do with this lovely but blotto man? 

Sean to the group: No snickering from you guys, if I was a top, I'd have had my way, but alas, I have a more receptive nature. 

Sean: To resume my story...Ah yes. What was I going to do with this lovely but blotto man? Failing any better idea, I brought him home here. I managed to get him as far as the building and went in to call for help. Alas, only Tim was home - John was off at some supposed 'client meeting' - at 11:00 at night? I ask you. Some lucky client. 

John: Hey, hey, I was free lancing on some restoration work and you know it. And I think if you include some telling of my contribution later on, it'll prove I had only a professional meeting. 

Sean: The world's oldest profession? - Just teasing, dear. Now where was I? 

Tim: We were hauling Mr. Blotto up the stairs. 

Sean: Ah yes - so many interruptions. So we hauled, carried, coaxed the lovely up all those stairs and deposited him on the couch. 




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Now I know I described how handsome he was at the party. But here on the couch, in drunken disarray he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I mean, you could put him in a room with the world's greatest paintings or on the world's most spectacular scenic spot and the only thing you'd notice is him. 

Tim: It's true, I can tell you know what we mean - addressed to me, the Reporter - you can't keep your eyes off of him either. I'd be jealous of him, but somehow I can't help loving him. 

Mark: Come on guys. Looking like this isn't all it's cracked up to be. 

Sean: Do tell, dear one, do tell. 

Mark: Well, I think John mentioned I'm trying to be an actor. To be honest, it's not working out too well. (General sympathetic noises) One time last year I got a part in this play, a kind of British drawing room drama. It was just a bit part. I had to stand off to one side of the stage and pretend to be watching out a fake window for the fox hunters to return. I only had one line, so I didn't have many rehearsals. But it was weird when I was at rehearsal. The leading man kept hitting on me and the leading lady kept insisting that the lighting should brighten on her and dim out on me.. 

John: Mark, don't be so upset. You remember the review: 'the one bright spot in this blighted production was a golden youth with a questionable accent. Still his heart felt delivery of his one line, 'Yoiks, the hunters have returned.' Did more to capture this reviewer's heart than the meaningless prattling of the over age doyen and her tarted up leading man.'" 

Mark: I guess so, the show only ran the one performance. After that I only got parts when I wore a costume. 

Tim: But you were the best tomato that ever stood in front of the Food Town. 

Mark: And I only got that job by boinking the store manager. He was pretty cute. 

John: Hey! You weren't getting enough at home? 

Mark: Uh, oh yeah, I think you were away, at least I think so. Anyway, wasn't Sean telling a story or something. 

Sean: Indeed I was - before yet another interruption. I believe we had you passed out on the couch. Tim and I were standing, gazing down at my find when John came in. "What are you guys doing?" observing our entranced stare. 

"Just looking at something that followed me home." 

John joined us. "He's amazingly beautiful. Where'd he come from?" 

"I was charged with seeing him home, but he's in no shape to tell me where that is and I couldn't find anything on him to indicate his address." 

"Poor lost puppy. Can we keep him?" 

At that moment, the puppy came alive. "Where's the bathroom, I gotta puke." 

Tim escorted him to the facilities. And now the damnedest part, even his vomiting noises are weirdly sweet. After significant exertions, the lovely came out of the bathroom, grinning sheepishly - and yet still endearingly - and leaned against the wall for support. 

"What's going on?" He speaks. Are these the dulcet tones his very being suggests, no demands? No! At last a flaw in his perfection. I detected a distinct Western influence. Most of his sentences ended on a high note, like a question, even when not a question. 

"And, uh, where am I?" 

John: "You are in our apartment. Sean, here" I indicated Sean" brought you back from a party." 

"Oh yeah, I remember you. You brought me all those drinks. Thanks, man. Mr. Jacobs, he's the man whose been taken care of me, well he wasn't very happy with me - well he did catch me doing it with the guy who brings in groceries and stuff. Mr. Jacobs, he told me to stay put, don't talk to anyone and don't, absolutely don't have anything to drink. I guess I got carried away at another party and went home with someone else. I don't see why Mr. Jacobs was upset, that's how we met, anyway. Did I do that again?" 

I put an arm around the lovely's shoulders and led him to sit on a couch. "I'm John, you've met Sean, and this is Tim. What's your name?" 

"Oh, heck, I'm Mark. Mr. Jacobs wanted everyone to call me Marcus. He even sent me to speech classes so I could sound like a Marcus. I guess I'm just Mark and will only ever be Mark." 

"Where's your home?" 

Mark's lovely smile faded, distress came to mar his lovely features. "I guess I don't have a home. I've been living at Mr. Jacobs' house for a couple of months. Before that I just kind of crashed with whoever took me home from the party." Distress was replaced by shame. 

I searched Mark's face. "Look, we don't judge you. How did all this start?" 

Mark continued his explanation, "I came to the city to try to be a dancer. Everyone back in my hometown, in Wyoming, said I had to try. I grew up on a farm with my grandparents. Here's a picture of them." 

He got a picture from an inside pocket. It showed a weathered couple in front of a tired farm house and barn. Just off to one side stood a small boy. The boy was as glowing and beautiful as the rest were gray and worn. Mark in his youth. 

Mark: I was never much good at farm stuff. My grandparents loved me - my mom moved away when I was small and I never knew my dad - so they didn't make many demands of me. I was never much good in school, either, but at sports, I could do about anything. I didn't really practice much, I could just throw, catch, hit, run better than anyone. And then this dance teacher came to town. She saw me out on the ball field once and then came to see my grandparents. She told them I had 'natural talent' and that she thought I should take lessons with her. My dance teacher, Miss Michelle, she took me to Casper to see a ballet. There was a company from back East travelling around putting on shows. As I sat in that theatre watching those boys and girls dancing, I knew I found what I wanted to do. My grandparents never had much money, but they paid for lessons and I danced and danced. When I finished high school, everyone told me I had to come to the city to keep dancing, there not being any future in that back home. So I decided I'd come here and join up. I got on a bus and got here a few days later. I went straight to the ballet company building and went in to sign up. 

Then things didn't go so well. The reception people told me to wait and made some phone calls. A long while later, a lady came down and asked me what I wanted. I told her I wanted to dance in their company. She gave me kind of a 'look', and told me to wait some more. Then a man came to see me. He was a lot nicer. He told me that they normally hold auditions once a year and that was a while back. But he said, since I had come all that way, he'd see what he could do. I waited some more. Then the man came back and took me to a big dance studio. At one end a couple of people sat in chairs. The man asked me some questions about my dance training. They weren't happy when I told them all about Miss Michelle. They told me that the wanted more formal training and they would be happy to consider me at the next audition - in June. 

I didn't know what to do next. I didn't have a back up plan. I thought I'd get into the company and didn't think of any other possibility. But there I was, out on my ass with about twenty-five dollars, not knowing a soul, not knowing really where I was. I just sat down on the curb outside the ballet place and tried not to cry. 

Tim: I know what that's like. 

Mark: A little while later the man who was nice to me came out. He spotted me and invited me back to his place. He had big plans - but that didn't work out either he was a bottom, too. 

Make fun if you want - in response to the laughing of the group - you know you city guys think us bumpkins don't know anything about sex, but you've got it all wrong. The farmyard is like continual sex. I only had to see a bull mount a cow once to know what it was I wanted. That's powerful stuff. I never had a real boyfriend, just some good old boys whose balls were overloaded. It worked out well for all of us. 

Reporter: The picture most of us have of rural America is pretty hard on gays. It doesn't sound like that was your experience. 

Mark: I guess I was lucky. The town I grew up in was real small. We all knew each other from birth and by the time I got to playing around, folks either loved me for who I was or didn't - and nothing I did was going to change that. 

Back to the story. We did manage to entertain ourselves overnight and by the next morning he told me about how some of the guys from the ballet helped make ends meet by going to parties. That afternoon, the man - his name was Phillip, not Phil, not Phillis, but Phillip - took me to this big house where I met Terrance, not Terry, not Terr-ible, but Terrance. Terrance gave me the once over and dragged me to some stores and bought me a complete outfit - shoes to hat. And that night, Terrance took me to a party out on a boat that cruised around the harbor. The boat wasn't the only thing cruising. It was kind of fun and this nice guy, don't think I ever knew his name, took me home. And that's pretty much the way it went until I met Mr. Jacobs. 

That was kind of weird. Mr. Jacobs didn't ever want to do anything with me. He took me to parties, introduced me to all his friends, but mostly he just wanted me to be in the same room as him so he could look at me. I tried to heat him up a few times, but nothin' doin'. When I got real frustrated I'd sneak in some action with a delivery boy or one of the other guys at the parties, but Mr. Jacobs kept pretty close tabs on me. He bought me nice things to wear, but kept everything in his own room - locked up. Every day, he'd get out clothes for me to wear, watch me shower and dress. Sometimes he did breathe kind of heavy, but he never really touched me. 

So you can imagine the state I was in when I came to here, there were these three gorgeous guys looking at me and the first thing I got to do is puke. 

John calmed me down. Sean made me something to eat. Tim stared at me. 

Tim: Still my favorite past time, well almost. 

Mark: John suggested I call my grandparents and let them know where I was. I felt really bad for not calling them in so long, but somehow I never felt right talking to those decent people. Somehow, being with these guys, it was different. When I called, my grandma answered with a "praise the lord". I told her that things hadn't gone as planned and I was still trying to figure things out. I think John overheard her asking if there was a number they could reach me at. He quickly wrote this phone number on a piece of paper and slid it across the table to me, shaking his head yes. Wow, with all of the guys I had been with, none had treated me like a human being with family. This sure was different. I kept the call short and sweet and promised to call again. 

After the call, John asked if I'd like to get a shower, gave me toothbrush - I found out later he's very economy minded and buys things in bulk and changes his toothbrush every week - and sent me into a bedroom with a bathroom. It was nice showering without some old guy leering at me. 

John: We three sat around figuring out what to do. I thought he was pretty messed up, living from party to party, man to man. Not really hooking, but close. 

Sean wanted to keep him, since he didn't have a home and was lost and all that other stuff. "Can't I keep him, can't I? I promise to feed him and take him on walks." 

I reminded Sean that Mark was a person, not a pet, though I admit he does seem to need petting. Now that I think about it, he's always snuggled up against one of us, like a big horny house cat. 

Tim wanted to keep him just to pose around the house so he could drool. I'd have been jealous, but I still catch myself just staring at him. 

It had been a while, we could hear that the shower had stopped, but Mark had not come back out. We all three went to the door, opened it to see Mark on all fours, naked of course, and beckoning. 

Mark: I told you it had been a long time and I was gonna get me some. 

Sean: We held a little conference, right there, Tim and I. "What do you think? 

Could this be the answer to what John's been missing? 

"Worth a shot." 

"He seems willing enough - eager even." 

"I don't blame him there." 

John didn't wait for us to continue. He went over to Mark and sat beside him on the bed. "You don't have to do this. We don't have any expectations, you know. You're welcome to stay here, no strings." 

Mark: I was touched by John's generosity and kindness, but I really wanted to get touched by his dick. Plowed, actually. 

Tim: Shy, Mark is not. He pushed John back onto the bed, all but ripped his clothes off. He clearly knew his way around a cock and balls. John was hard in a minute and Mark mounted him, taking all that luscious cock inch by inch. It must be his cowboy roots, but Mark rode John like a bronco. Sean and I just watched, pulling our puds. It was so hot. And John, he was on another planet, planted deep inside that beautiful ass. Mark was leaking like crazy and shot a load onto John's chest a few seconds before John started bellowing and cumming. Damnation. 

When things had calmed down a bit, I crawled up next to John's face and asked, "Well do you think we can keep him?" John really can't speak when he's just orgasmed, but he did manage to squeak out, "If he wants to stay, I'm into him - it." And he still was, balls deep. 

We played together all night, enjoying all kinds of new combinations and uses of body parts. At some point we all fell asleep, at least the bed stopped shaking. I only woke up when the sun came in the window in the morning. I remember feeling very happy and a little sore. I sat up to look at my still sleeping lovers. John was splayed diagonally across the bed. Sean lay with his head on John's stomach and John's balls in his hand. Sean's other hand still had a hold on my cock. Nice. But something seemed to be missing. It took me a minute, but when I saw John's very tired looking cock draped across his thigh I remembered - Mark! Where was he? 

I got up and crossed to the bathroom - needing to pee. I opened the door to find Mark scrubbing the bathtub. 

"I woke up full of energy this morning and it looked like things could use some cleaning." 

I stood shocked. Sean and John had heard Mark's voice and had begun to wake up. I shouted to them, "You guys get up. You gotta see this." 

They managed to stumble across the room. On coming to the open door they gasped. You see when Mark cleans a room, it's not just clean, it sparkles, like an ad for a cleaning product. 

Mark explained. "You know, most folks think of a farm as a dirty place full of dirty animals. Not on your life. We had some dairy cows on our farm. That meant agriculture department agents coming by and checking to make sure things were clean and safe. And my granddad, he was even more particular than the agent. Our barn and farmyard were spotless, every minute of every day. When 'shit happens', you clean it up. I guess some of that rubbed off on me. 

John looked stunned and just mumbled, "I'm in love." We all agreed. Mark had moved into our hearts, not just our apartment. 

That's the way it was for a long while. Two bottoms and two tops. Mark was happiest sitting on someone's cock, even to watch TV. He'd start by sitting next to you, playing with your cock and balls, casual-like. Once you were hard, he'd just plop down on your cock and wriggle away. He doesn't try to make you cum - not all the time. I think he just likes the way it feels. 

Sean: I'm into getting fucked, but this boy, he lives for it. He's a pretty big boy, himself, not as big as John, and even as much as he loves getting sucked - like who doesn't - and general making out - he's into getting, not giving. As I said earlier, in desperation, he'll even give me a go. 

I thought we were all pretty happy, and for the most part we were. We got an even bigger mattress for the 'kennel' so we could all sleep - and whatever - together when we wanted and that was most of the time. We have to wash the sheets a lot, but it's definitely worth it. But every then and again, Johnny would cry out in his sleep. He always just told us he was having a bad dream, but we all thought there was more to it. Tim was the first to notice that John's dreams seemed to come on nights that Tim had topped him. Now, Timmy's more than enough for me, but I got to thinking John wanted, needed more. 

Mark: Yeah, there's no hunger like butt hunger. 

John: Now be fair, I always appreciated you fucking me. 

Tim: Yes, you were most appreciative, but as our lovely says, there's no hunger like butt hunger. So it was time for another conversation about what to do about John's butt hunger. 

 

Chapter Five: Brad 

Tim: John has been our rock. He's generous with his place, his money, his cock. We all depend upon him, love him and want him to have all the happiness he gives us. So when we figured out there was something we couldn't give him, we set about getting it. 

I realize that sounds odd. In my experience, couples seem to close in on each other and lock out everyone else. I guess that would be okay if each person in the couple was able to fulfill every need the other has, but I've never seen that work out. So what always seems to happen is one or both feel deprived and eventually, one or both go get what's been missing in their lives or quietly torture their mate for not giving what they can't give. Doesn't make much sense to me. 

The next time John went out, we got together to figure out what to do. So far, our group got together by random chance. Well, I did recruit you, Sean. This time, we had an objective. I remember us sitting around the table trying to come up with what we thought John liked. 

I suggested he would like a man around his own size. Mark here is kind of in between Sean and I and John. Maybe some one taller. Sean suggested someone more muscular. Mark thought he ought to have a job, be a contributor to the household and a nice guy. We all agreed he had to be hung. We knew we probably wouldn't find another cock like John's but we thought that's where his wants lie. So how to find this man? 

Sean: We decided to go on an all out man hunt. Until we found someone, we'd make identifying candidates our first priority every day. It was fun checking out guys with a purpose. Sometimes I'd take a picture with my phone and try to match him to the university directory. I hung out in the locker room at the U. for weeks checking out the eye candy. 

Mark: At try outs for plays and commercials, I told the guys I might have some leads for jobs and collected headshots and resumes. 

Tim: I just approached any man who generally fit our criteria, asked his name and number. That worked amazingly well. Of course, it didn't hurt being the cute little trick that I am. 

We collected our candidate's profiles and Sean, secret master of technology, worked up a PowerPoint. It really was fun checking out each guy and then comparing them. We worked it down to the top ten. We set up appointments where we could interview them and check them out more seriously. And we got serious. 

Sean: I still think we should have given Gus a shot. 

Mark: Jeez, Sean. I'll give you that Gus sure was built, and probably hung like a horse, but - and this is coming from me, I know I'm not the brightest bulb, even my very loving grandma told me that - he was dumb as dirt. He had never read anything beyond the funny pages. 




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Sean: Still...(a wistful sigh). 

Tim: Many fine candidates, but we all agreed which one was number one and set up the meeting with John. Explaining all this to John was kind of difficult. When we told him of all we had done, he seemed confused. Like he didn't understand that he was desperate for some back door action. But it was too late. The meeting was in less than an hour. We had invited the candidate to come over to meet us all. The plan was for us all to meet him and see how he would fit in - I mean into the group. We agreed there would be no sex, just conversation. We were determined to handle this on as informed a basis as possible, not just dicks talking. 

We, three, had planned to sneak out once he came in, to let John get his own read on things. I think John was mad at us for interfering, flattered that we cared, and scared. He is shy. He hides that by being strong, but he's still shy. 

Before John could protest anymore, the lobby door buzzer rang. Sean let him in. It seemed like forever until the knock came at the door. I think I could hear all our hearts pounding. Sean let him in and took his coat. In the flesh, he was better than pictures or Sean's descriptions. Almost as tall as John, all over muscles, and a package that promised to meet our fantasies. We all introduced ourselves, then the three of us, made some lame excuse and headed out the door. 

John: I didn't know what to say or do. These three ninnies ran squealing out of the apartment. Leaving me and this guy standing in the apartment. "So did they tell you why you're here?" I asked him. He mumbled something about a possible room share. He explained - blushing - that he thought Sean might be coming on to him. I agreed that Sean was pretty forward. When he asked if there was something else, I felt really guilty, so I confessed all. 

Brad: I felt really bad for John. I could tell he felt set up. He told me that his three interfering roommates/lovers thought he needed something they couldn't give him. He explained that they had done some kind of systematic search of all the guys in the city and had picked me out. Now, these are four really handsome men. This apartment is fabulous. And they were looking for someone to join their group, not just as a roommate. I admit I was flattered and more than intrigued. 

I could see that John was really uncomfortable with the whole scene and I didn't want to blow it. 

John: So your solution was to blow me? 

Brad: Seems a bit incongruous, I admit. You asked me if I wanted anything and went over to the kitchen. You offered a beer. I wanted you. 

John: Brad pinned me to the refrigerator and began to kiss me. I would have protested - remembering our promise not to have sex - but Brad's tongue was too far down my throat. I don't know when he did it, I guess I was preoccupied with his attentions above my neck, but he had managed to unbutton my shirt and drop my jeans. 

Tim: That's about when we came back. Sean, Mark and I started feeling bad about abandoning John with this guy, so after about fifteen minutes we went back up to the apartment. We walked in and there was John alone in the kitchen. He was leaning with his back on the fridge, eyes glazed, mouth open, incoherent. I thought, 'oh my god', what have we done? Did that guy Brad beat up John? I ran past the kitchen's island, as you see it blocks the view from the door, to find a very different scene than the one I imagined. I called the others over to see Brad throating John, I mean nose in the pubes. John tried to say he was sorry, but all that came out of his throat were meaningless gurgles. I think I mentioned that he can't talk when he's at the edge. Probably a shortage of blood to the brain. Brad didn't seem phased in the least by us standing there - a good sign, really. He kept on pleasuring John, who to his credit did gather enough of his senses to try to push Brad away, half heartedly. I think we all recognized John's 'I'm cumming' noises, followed by his sliding down the front of the fridge to the floor. 

"I thought we said 'no sex." John mumbled about not meaning to. Brad manned up and took full responsibility for taking advantage of John - who was still smiling as a result of the experience. 

Sean asked, "So will this one do?" 

John replied, somewhat recovered, "he's pretty special." 

John: Brad took my hand, helped me up, pulled up my pants, tucked in my cock, fastened me up and kissed me long and hard. When, at last, regretfully he broke the kiss, I invited him to sit with me in the living room to get better acquainted - I mean by talking. Sean was already starting preparations for the promised brunch - hey is this a pattern? We invite a guy for some eggs and muffins and go for all out sex? Tim and Mark looked on from the kitchen table. By the way, do you want something to eat? (This last to me, the Reporter). 

Brad sat half sideways on the couch to face me. I had unconsciously put my hand on his knee, his nice furry knee. He put his hand on mine and looked into my eyes. His eyes were a kind of amber color with flecks of green. I knew I was liking this man. I guess I must have asked him about his work, he had started telling me about his job at a local sporting goods store. He was the manager of the fitness department and men's wear, having worked his way up from clerk. He filled in his off hours as a personal trainer and really hoped to make that a full-time career. 

Mark: Has a job, two jobs - check. 

Tim: And he's taller than you, Mark, nearly as tall as John - check. 

Sean: Very, very athletic - check. But what about the other thing. 

Mark: I consider myself a fair judge of horse flesh, and I'm thinking he won't disappoint. But I think John will find out before long. But is he a nice guy? When I looked over, there were John and he, necking again. Certainly some chemistry there. 

Sean announced that brunch was served, frittatas and cornbread, fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee. That broke up John and Brad. 

During the meal John told Brad about us, how we relate to each other in bed. All ears were on Brad's response. "I've never really done much 'catching', never really had the chance. Most guys I've been with want me to top and that suits me fine. Of course, I really like sucking cock." 

We all replied that we had noticed. John blushed. We talked about practical things, too. How we shared responsibilities around the apartment. Sean was an accomplished cook and enjoyed that duty - though everyone else pitched in on clean up. You heard about Mark's 'thing' for cleaning. None of us minded helping there either, but he's usually ahead of the rest of us, not that we hurry that much. John works lots of hours and does carry the lion's share of the costs. 

John: For which I get to live here enjoying your company, your help, and a pretty good contribution in cash, too. I'm working full time and can afford it. I'm glad to share my good fortune with you. 

Mark: Now Tim, he helps with what ever is going on. But mostly he's the instigator. He gets bored studying, sometimes and comes looking for trouble. By and large, if he can't find it, he makes it. 

Tim: Yeah, I don't hear you complaining when you're the one I'm getting in trouble with. 

Mark: Nope, I'm not complaining, I'm just kind of warning ole' Brad here. We finished up brunch. Brad was smart enough to catch on that we wanted to talk about him. Tim reminded us that we had agreed our first meeting was supposed to be to get acquainted - you know no sex, which is pretty tough for five gay men. Brad looked pretty glum as Tim showed him the door. 

Tim asked, "So what do you think?" 

I said that I liked him, just fine. Sean observed that he met all our criteria, handsomely. Tim seemed very proud of the selection. John was quiet. 

After a while, John said, "I'm sorry he had to leave. I'd like to get to know him better." Knowing looks from the three of us. 

Tim reminded us that the first visit was not to have sex and John had not been too good at following that. John protested, feebly, that it was Brad who started it. Tim was about to scold him when there was a knock at the door. It was Brad. 

"Did I leave my coat here?" 

Tim replied, "Why don't you come in while we look for it. Now where could it be? I remember taking it from you when you came in." Tim rummaged about in the hall closet - nothing there. "Strange, that's where I thought I had hung it up." He absently opened doors and drawers apparently randomly, until he seemed to 'find' it behind a plant in the great room. "Now how could this have gotten there?" 

We all looked at Tim suspiciously. His expression was the image of innocence. Then John caught on. "Hey, since Brad left and then came back, this is his second visit." 

Brad looked on confused. John didn't try to clear things up for him, he just walked over, took Brad in his arms and kissed him. Brad looked over John's shoulder at the rest of us with a question on his face. 

Tim: I said, "Just go for it. We're all dying to see how this plays out." 

Brad smiled broadly in return and re-engaged with John in a kiss. John led them toward the 'kennel' still locked in an embrace, kissing with increasing passion. We followed at a respectful distance, wondering if John would close the door. Nope - the door stayed open, which we took as a sign that we could at least watch. They were naked in a heartbeat. What a beautiful sight. John's dark hairiness over his lean, gym body. Mark's smooth, muscled torso with contrasting hairy legs. Both their cocks hung heavily, still becoming erect. It was fascinating. They stood in half embrace, giving room for their cocks to grow. They looked down and watched, the rest of us watched them, too. John's cock reached full size first, the head purpling with excitement. Brad's cock continued to swell, at it's thickest behind the straining head, thicker than John, maybe not quite as long. Both cocks throbbed in time with their increasing heartbeats. John licked his lips and said simply, "this is going to be fun." 

Brad took both cocks into his hand and pointed them up so he could fully hug John. They fell onto the bed and began to explore each other's bodies with their hands. I got some lube and got on the bed to ready John's ass. When he felt my touch he shifted to give me more access, welcoming my probing fingers even as he continued making out with Brad. Sean went to Brad, getting out a condom, and after some quite unnecessary stroking, rolled it on Brad's cock, then added lots of lube. 

John and Brad were completely absorbed with each other, kissing and touching. Their hard breathing made their need clear. Mark came over to guide them to the next step. John lay on his back as Mark touched his shoulder. Brad moved gently to lie upon John, moving down and raising his hips so his cock aligned with John's asshole. Brad gently moved John's heavy balls out of the way, then guided Brad's cock against John. John moaned long and low in response to Brad's cock slow entry into him. Mark lay along side John, asking after John's comfort with whispers in his ear, all the while caressing John's cock and balls. John gave himself over to the sensations in his ass and lay smiling. I was so excited, watching all this, I snuggled against Mark's sweet ass and after some quick lubing, entered him. As I pumped into Mark, he pushed his cock against John. Sean rubbed himself against John's other side. 

Brad began to breathe harder with increased arousal. He pushed in harder, more of his thick cock disappearing into John, until John suddenly winced. Brad stopped, a look of concern on his face. Mark nodded knowingly and whispered to John, "bring you right leg up and turn a little to your left." The move aligned John's insides and Brad's cock easily slid in to the hilt. Each of us breathed out in relief, John the loudest. Then the love making began. I don't know who set the rhythm, but we all began moving like a giant sex machine. Sean led off the orgasm, shooting against John's side. Mark was next, his cock squirting onto John's chest. I was a moment behind him, filling his ass. Brad's entire body began to flex, his muscles straining, even more beautifully defined. He buried deep into John who arched his back and began pumping load after load onto his own chest. Brad pulled out, ripped off the condom, and leaning back shot his load in an almost continual spout onto John's face and chest. 

Time stood still for a while, we all remained in those positions, frozen, our cocks dripping, aftershocks pulsing. At last, Brad's straining musculature melted and he collapsed onto John. We all lay together breathing heavily, becoming conscious of the cooling, now runny cum covering us all. 

John began to stir, pulling Brad along his body to kiss him. Brad spoke softly, "If that is what making love with you guys is like, I want in." John enclosed Brad into his arms and held him tightly in response. 

I held Mark in my own embrace. "That was beautiful, Mark. How you brought them together and made it all work." Mark answered with a smile, "you learn a few things on the farm. I used to love helping with mating. And these studs, here" indicating John and Brad, "well their just like the young bulls we had. When he gets stuck, just move around a bit and in it goes. Everybody's happy." 

"We better hit the shower before this stuff starts to set up. You guys will be glued together, and while that might seem an attractive idea, once it starts pulling hair, you'll sing a different tune." We moved in a group to the largest shower. I got in the shower, then got them in one at a time, washing them off - a distinct pleasure in itself. As usual, getting the cum out of John's chest hair took the longest, at least it hadn't congealed too much. 

We reassembled in the great room, as much to enjoy the after sex glow as to talk about anything. Brad explained that he had to work a shift that afternoon, so had to get going. John walked him to the door with many endearments and was kind of sad after Brad had gone. 

Sean asked, "So when do we see him again?" 

"I said I'd call him" John responded. "I hope soon. You guys did an amazing job picking him out." 

"Well, to review, what do we know about Brad? He's a hard worker, employed, built, and from what I see, a really nice guy." 

"And hung, majorly hung" Sean added. "Seems perfect, so far." 

"Do we date him? I mean, see how he interacts with us out or here during the week? We know he's a yummy fuck. But we've got a good thing going among us four. Does a permanent fifth make sense?" 

"It will spread the budget by one more. That will take some burden off of John." 

"It's my gift to you guys, not a burden. I've got more than I need" John reminded them. 

"Still, it's a consideration. What about household work. It's not really too bad now, we all share in it. That's something that will only show up after he's around for a while." 

"I think we should have him over whenever he's available, invite him to meet us if we go out, date him, like Tim said" Mark sounded eager. 

So the 'trial' period began. John called Brad and said we really liked him and we'd all like to get to know him better. He explained that we were a complicated group and wanted him to have the chance to understand how we would all work together. The start had been fantastic, but daily life might have him and one of us reconsider his joining the group. John said Brad sounded a little disappointed, but promised to come over the next day. 

The 'kennel' was subdued that night, everyone seemed preoccupied with their own thoughts. I know I fell asleep thinking about the incredibly hot scene that happened in the same spot earlier in the day. 

I woke up to the sound of the lobby door buzzer. Wha? I met Sean coming back into the room asleep on his feet. "Brad, he's on his way up." Sean dropped back onto the bed, asleep. I poked John and Mark - not that way - to let them know Brad was on his way, then went back to answer the knocking on the door. Brad was way too bright-eyed for that hour of the morning. I explained that we had not yet gotten up - he said he kind of guessed that. He said I looked cute in just a tee-shirt, and squeezed my bare ass playfully. I was surprised I hadn't put on shorts - I guess I was sleepier than I thought. Brad gave me a kiss on the head and sent me back to bed. It was a while later that I again awoke, this time to the smell of coffee brewing and some clattering sounds in the kitchen. Ah, Sean is up and cooking. Then I felt Sean reach for my cock and snuggle it between his ass cheeks. Oh, that's why I wasn't wearing shorts. Must be John in the kitchen. Then what's this big, hot sausage against my back? Definitely John. Mark? No he was merrily making cleaning noises in the bathroom. Oh, Brad had come in earlier, oh yeah. 

"Get up sleepy heads" came a voice from the doorway. "Breakfast is ready." 

"Do we have to?" answered the grumpy boys in the bed. 

"Don't make me make you" came the playfully threatening voice. 

Mark all but skipped across the room ahead of us as we stumbled into the kitchen area. Brad had set the table and was putting a nice breakfast on it. Points for Brad, can cook, self motivated, seeks to please. He came around to each of us, giving a big kiss and various erotic gropes. Well, none of us was wearing much. Did I mention that he was attired in the briefest of shorts and a way too tight fitting athletic shirt. He was more scrumptious than the meal he had prepared. More points. 

A little too cheerily, Brad asked, "So what do we do today?" Minus a point, well okay, one half point for the cheeriness at this hour. "How about we go to the beach? I know a great spot, and we can pack a picnic lunch. It's going to be a great day." 

The thought of Brad in a Speedo crossed my mind, most favorably. Everyone else was suddenly free of other obligations to go. 'Activity Director'? Not a role I had thought we needed, but hey, why not? Brad bustled us through showers and worked with Sean to get the picnic packed. John somewhat magically produced beach towels I had never seen before. Brad had brought a bathing suit, towel and Frisbee with him. Point for planning ahead. Sean made a fair production of finding his sun screen. And Mark waited along side Brad by the door - all eagerness for the outing. Of course, when Mark is beside you, he's really all over you, he just has to touch. Brad seemed pleased by the attention. 

We all trouped down to the train station and caught the train to the beach. We stopped at a bath house to change into bathing suits. Then a short walk to Brad's special spot and we set up our towels. Not many people on the beach. We did make a fair stir, five guys, each with their own handsomeness, even if I do say so myself. Brad lined us up in a row to apply sunscreen - rotate - to get the other side. It was fun to see Brad's cock grow in his square cut suit when Sean rubbed his chest. Yum. Well, any further action would have to wait until we got home. 

Mark joined Brad in tossing the Frisbee - I suppose it's obligatory on the beach. John, Sean, and I lay on the towels, enjoying the warm sun. While early in the season, it did get hot. Brad came up and grabbed John by both hands and led him into the sea. Mark grabbed Sean and I and dragged us in, too. After some boyish splashing and underwater groping, we lay down again to dry off. Out came the picnic lunch which disappeared too quickly. "I think you've had enough sun, Sean" and we packed up to catch the next train back into the city and to the apartment. 




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I had watched Brad interact with each of us with affection and fun. He had pitched in with breakfast and organized our day at the beach. It just might be him trying to impress us, and it did. 

Once back in the apartment, John sat with Brad quietly talking. "I really want you to stay tonight." 

"I think I should go. It's been a great day, and I've gotten to know you all a lot better. But I heard your concerns. I want this to work out, so I'm going to ignore my cock - and yours and Mark's ass and the other cuties - and go. I'll check in later in the week, maybe we can do dinner on Wednesday. If you guys want to stop by the gym I work at - I'm around in the mornings. I'll get you in and we can work out together." 

"Don't go." 

"Look, it's about killing me to leave. I can't believe I'm going. I never would have before. But I want a piece of what you guys have together, the loving, not just the love making. And as I furiously masturbate tonight, I'll have each of you in my mind." And he was gone. 

There we four stood in shock staring at the door that had closed behind Brad. 

"What a nice guy." 

"It will be along time until Wednesday." 

"I think I love him." 

"All that cum going to waste." This from Mark. John grabbed him in a headlock and we all tickled him into submission. 

"For a moment, I thought we had gotten past sex as a reason to like Brad" John chastised. 

"Well you got a chance at that fabulous cock." 

"You'll get your turn." 

We all speculated what our meeting with Brad would be like, how he would behave, what he thought of us. By the appointed day and hour, only Mark and Tim were available to meet him. I'm sure John and Sean were very sorry to miss the chance, but John had an important client to meet and Sean a chance to earn some money by working at a party. They looked pretty glum when they left. 

Brad had suggested we meet at a café with a garden seating area. I had only been there in the winter and had never seen the outdoor space. The restaurant was in an old brick townhouse, comfortable yet elegant. Mark drew all eyes as we passed through the front room bar, the back dining room and out the French doors to the garden. 

We spotted Brad, already seated and joined him at his table. He rose to greet each of us with a kiss and hug. On sitting, he leaned over to me and asked, "Is it always like that when he enters a room. I mean everyone stops what there doing to stare at him. He is so beautiful, but I mean, that's gotta be annoying." I assured him it was, but I admitted to a hint of jealousy and my own endless infatuation with our lovely Mark. 

Brad had already ordered a bottle of rosé - well, he is gay - which chilled in a bucket of ice. After we had ordered, Brad began nervously, "I'm really glad you guys could come. John called to tell me he and Sean were working. I guess schedules must be pretty confused among the four of you." 

I agreed. I explained that at any given time, the mix of who was in the apartment changed. Every semester, Sean and my schedule changed and Sean and Mark sometimes travelled to visit their families. I teased Mark that I didn't really know what he did most of the time. 

Mark replied huffily, "I go to auditions, take dance and acting classes, look for a job, and in the event you hadn't noticed, keep the apartment clean - which is pretty tough with the way some of you leave towels on the floor, clothes everywhere. As a matter of fact, I do believe you are the worst." 

I cut him off, somewhat embarrassed, "Let's not squabble in front of the b-o-y." 

Brad looked on amused. "I may be a dumb jock, but I can spell. I can relate to messy roommates. I live with two of my cousins. They are unbearable slobs, sweet guys, but absolute pigs. Their mom, my aunt comes over once in a while with a bull dozer to clean up the worst. I can't believe how quickly it returns to a dump. I keep my own room and bathroom in pretty good shape. Their girlfriends always visit the "gay wing" when they visit to use the bathroom. I love my cousins, but I've been saving all I can to get a place of my own. It's really expensive to get started - you guys know that." 

I agreed, thinking of my own wonderful luck in meeting John and being given the chance to live far beyond my means in a loving environment. Mark was a little vacant on the issue. I know he's deeply appreciative of the loving space we all share and how he is valued. 

"Still, I feel I need to move out. My cousins are totally cool with me being gay, but its awkward having a love life. I'm not comfortable having anyone over - not that I have much time. By the time I find someone I want to be with, even casually, and we settle on a place and time, there's not much romance left. I've been thinking if I had a place of my own, maybe I wouldn't be so lonely." 

I told him I had trouble believing he was ever in need of someone to have sex with. "Yeah, I could probably get sex, but I want more. And now that I see what you guys have..." His voice trailed off. 

Our meal arrived, though I really don't remember what we ate. It must have been good, though, since it didn't last long. There was an awkward feeling among us, we needed to break the ice to start the conversation. 

Brad gathered himself up and leaned toward Mark and me. "I'm going to be shameless. I want to be with you guys. From what I've seen so far, you live together in a way I never even imagined. I can feel the love and peace at your place. My game plan is to get on the good side of each one of you. So far, I've cooked with Sean, seduced John. How do I get to you two?" 

Mark spoke up, "As the official power bottom of the group, I've already seen you in action, so I'll be wanting some of what John got. Beyond that, unless everything I've seen about you so far is a put on, I'm eager to have you join us." 

Brad: Mark was easy to read, his beautiful face an open book of his feelings. But Tim, I couldn't figure him out. So I kept on being brazen. "And you, Tim? You seem to be the cool observer in this team. I think John is a deep analyzer, but it seems like he has all this love he can't share enough, and I'm thinking that can cloud his judgment. So what are you, Tim, looking for me to do? What do you need to see in me to accept me?" 

Tim took a long pull at his wine glass while looking me over. He breathed in deeply and exhaled. I guess I kind of shocked him, made him really think about what having me join their group would mean. At last, he spoke. 

"Well, let's see where we are. Sean likes you. Mark is totally sold. John is over the moon over you. Which has got me thinking. If I'm holding back - as you suggest - and that kind of rings true - why? I guess I'm feeling a little jealous over John's reaction to you. Still, it was for John that we got this whole thing started. And John has always been the giver - and not just in the bedroom. The rest of us are really dependent upon him. Sure we would survive, somehow, without him, but life would suck. Now you, you already have a life, a job, you're gorgeous and giving. And John is nuts about you. Yeah, that's it. I'm feeling jealous that you're the man I'll never be and I'm afraid I'll lose something with John." 

Mark leaned over to hug Tim. "I hope you know that's not true. John loves you. You're the one who got this whole thing started. You could have been a jerk and taken advantage of John. But you didn't. You helped him realize what his life could be - sharing with others, sharing with me. You guys tease me about the way I was living before I met you. You guys saved me. I knew what I was doing, but I came to think I wasn't worth anything, that I was just this face and body and that I deserved all the degradation my whoring life received. Then you opened your home and hearts to me. And you Tim, you're the fun and wit that makes it all work, for all of us." 

Tim was crying. Mark was crying. I was crying. My mind was screaming, 'let me in, too, please.' 

A few soppy moments later, Tim spoke up. "And I tease you about being dumb. If I'm the fun, you're the heart, Mark. Everything we all feel but are too 'sophisticated' to say, you wear it on your sleeve. Is it possible you're inner beauty outshines you're very luscious outer beauty? I love you, too." 

They kissed and then seemed to remember my presence. Tim perked up. "Look at him, Mark" referring to me. "He's so sad and anxious. I think he's got a major boner for all of us." 

"Quit teasing him, Tim. You know you love him, too. I'm glad you've worked through those feelings. That may be the best part of getting to know Brad. We've each had to face things in ourselves and about our relationship. Thank you Brad, for being so patient with us." 

"Mark's right. It's taken less time than I thought possible, but we're at a whole knew place as a group, much more conscious of who we, as a group, are. And that's pretty much thanks to you, Brad. I admit it was the physical stuff that caught my attention. But you've stepped up as a real man and taught us about ourselves. It's not my place to ask you to move in, but I want you to." 

My heart swelled. I was being accepted. It was like winning the grand prize in life. 

Tim stood up and called out, "Group hug. Now let's go home." 

To my "you mean it?" Tim and Mark put their arms through mine and walked me out of the restaurant and all the way to their apartment. When we got there, John and Sean had not returned. I had a seat in the great room while Tim and Mark did those 'just got home things' like checking the answering machine, a little quick tidying up - yes it was Mark - and the like. 

I heard a key in the door and John came in. He spotted Tim in the kitchen area and called over to him, "So how did it go? I'm dying to hear what you thought about him. Do you think it will work out? Does he like us? You don't think he's too weirded out by us all being together? Do you think he's disappointed in us? Did you find out if he has a boyfriend? A girlfriend? Oh, god, a wife? I knew it, he doesn't want me or us. I blew it. I came on too strong and now I'll never see him again. It felt so perfect on Sunday at the beach. I guess I scared him off." 

Tim did try to get a word in on John's anxiety storm, but gave up and waited for John to subside, then just pointed across the room at me. I stood up, smiling sheepishly, embarrassed at having heard John's fears. 

Mark took me by the arm and led me over to John. "I think someone needs a hug." 

"More than that, I'm guessin'" John's eyes were filled with tears. This all meant so much to him. I held him tight, kissing him and caressing his hair. I wanted to take away all his fears and reassure him that they were unfounded. 

"You still sticking with your 'no' vote?" Tim teased John. 

"I'm going out on a limb here," I ventured, "but I'm thinking this is working out? I'm in for the trial period?" 

John just held me tighter. "Please stay tonight." 

"I didn't bring my jammies." 

"I don't think you'll need those - like ever." 

"No toothbrush, either." 

"I'll have to take back those 'be prepared' points'" Tim warned. 

Mark chimed in, "John buys those by the bushel, we can scare one up for you." 

"I guess all I need are some condoms." 

"We got you covered - ahem - there, too." 

Again we heard the key in the door. 

Tim whispered to me, "Quick, go hide in the bedroom so we can surprise Sean." 

I could hear through the door. Sean came in sounding weary. "Damn those old queens and their parties. Nothing I did was good enough. It wasn't my fault their cat ate the canopies. They felt bold enough to pinch my ass, though. I'll bet I have bruises." He paused. "So what are you all standing around for? It's nice that you waited up for me. Oh no. The dinner with Brad was tonight. So was he a complete jerk or something? I thought things were going so well. Oh, John, you look upset. Oh no. And I was so looking forward to another round like last week. Well anyway, come here handsome, I'll make you feel better. There, there, you're trembling. He wasn't that good looking anyway. And just because he has a big dick doesn't make him a good lover. I'll bet he was looking for a way to take advantage of us. I should have known better than to bring that muscle Mary in here." 

I opened the door to find Sean embracing John, his back to me as he continued his tirade. John's trembling opened into the suppressed laughter it was. 

"He's behind me, isn't he?" Sean turned around to see me standing, also laughing. "You mother fucking assholes. You let me go on, knowing he'd hear me and now I've messed things up." 

"Come here" I held my arms wide for him. Sean scuffled across the space, mumbling apologies. "I think its sweet how you try to protect John - and the rest of you for that matter. I'll just know not to piss you off after you've been working." 

You know, I don't remember the details of all we did that night. I know it was fun and judging by the number of used condoms spread around the bed the next day and that kind of buzzy, well rubbed flesh feeling I had in some unusual places on my body, we did it a lot. 

The next morning Tim organized showers, again, Sean whipped up some breakfast, and Mark found some of his and John's clothes for me to wear. 

John packed up the messenger bag he took to work and he and I went off, kissing each of the others as we went out the door. John held my hand as we walked down the street and kissed me deeply as we parted him to his office, me to the gym where I had a training appointment. In somewhat of a daze, I went through the day. 

During the break before my afternoon shift at the sports store, I stopped back at my cousin's place and packed a bag. I left a note saying I might be away for a while and that I'd call. I also included a line that they'd have to keep things clean on their own from now on. I was done at six that day and feeling like a sit-com dad, went to what I hoped would be my permanent home. I buzzed from the lobby, the door was opened. I could hear them before I got up a flight of stairs. 

"He's here." 

"Brad's home." 

"Now we're all here. I was so worried he wouldn't show up." 

"Welcome home, honey." 

I was surrounded with many kisses of welcome and felt bold enough to say "What's for dinner? I'm starving." 

It truly was like coming home. Coming home to people who wanted me to be with them, who I wanted to be with. 

Over dinner, John leaned toward me and said, "You've been quiet this evening. What's on your mind?" 

I'm afraid I was overcome. Yes, big tough Brad had tears on his cheeks. "It's all so beautiful, you're all so beautiful. I want to make you happy, always." 

John held me. It was nice being held by a big strong man. He kissed my ear gently. "I know how you feel. It is beautiful, and you're part of that now." 

Sean started to clear up the dinner. "Help me out here, I think I feel an early bedtime coming on." 

That night, it was more about connecting. Sure there were lots of used condoms around the room in the morning - we are guys, after all - but the touching was less heated, more intimate. By god, I was happy. 

 Chapter Six: Life as a group 

Reporter: That takes us through how you all got together. What was life like with the group? What events occurred that you weren't expecting? 

Mark: We had pretty much settled into roles, keeping the house, preparing meals, school, and work. It was pretty loose. Who ever was around, we usually hung out together. We had a separate room set aside as a study for Tim and Sean. We had a rule that if the door was closed, leave who ever was inside alone - no matter how much you might need some lovin'. Sometimes John would work at home, too. It made the long hours he worked when on a project easier on him and us. Then one day... 

Sean: I know what you're thinking, 'Clash of the Titans'?. 

Mark: Yup, one day it happened. John was working at home, really pounding out the work. He'd been at it for hours. John can be very intense. Sean, Tim and I were kind of laying low, not wanting to disturb him. Brad was off training a client that morning, but showed up in the early afternoon. 

Brad came in being Brad, lots of noise, very clearly horny. John came out of the study, the door banging open. His eyes met Brad's. They didn't speak, just stared hard at each other across the room. Step by step they approached each other. Each of them were so intense, it was scary. We didn't say a word, just backed away from them. 

Then all of sudden, Brad leaped at John. John caught him around the chest and threw him onto the couch and leaped on top of him. I hope you can picture them, John's six foot two, two hundred pounds. Brad is six foot, two twenty. Even though Brad's more muscular, they're both built. It was like a gladiator fight and erupted in our living room. 

They wrestled, tipping over furniture, grappling, grunting and swearing. The other three of us watched from a corner, trying to stay out of the way. It went on and on, their clothes were torn, bodies heaving, until Brad got the better of John. He held him down on the over turned couch and ripped what was left of his shorts off, then tore off his own. His cock was raging. He held John down, who struggled, his back muscles straining. Slowly Brad pressed his cock against John's ass. John thrashed around but Brad held on until he was fully inside John. Then John forced his way to standing, then craning his head around, kissed Brad hard on the mouth. Brad wrapped his arms around John and began to make love to him with great strength and yet gentleness. John's cock stretched out in front of him, Brad pumped away. With a great cry, John's cock exploded with an orgasm that shot half way across the room. A moment later, Brad emptied himself into John. The collapsed onto the floor, embracing.  

They got to giggling. "Well you are in a mood, mister." 

"Same about you, lover. Man that was fun. I'll be able to skip the gym today. What a workout." 

"Hey you assholes" Tim spoke up. "You scared us. We thought you were really mad at each other." 

"Sorry to scare you, we were just playing. I love feeling his muscles." 

"And I love feeling his muscle" said John with a wink. 

And that's what we came to call the Clash of the Titans. It happened every then and again. I think it was about cabin fever - when these guys had been working too much and not getting out enough. The mood would strike them, then look out. 

Tim: What about the time they got a hold of you? 

Mark: Yeah, they left the 'little guys' alone, but went after me a few times. It was pretty much the same scenario, and I don't know what gets into their heads, but one time, they were thundering around the great room. I had retreated to the 'kennel' when they came bowling over each other into the room. The had each other in a grapple hold, straining every muscle when at the same time they spotted me. Fortunately, I was very lubed from a round with the Timster a short while before, because when the got their hands on me, they were going to have their way. 

Reporter: Were you frightened? 

Mark: I pretended to be. I knew I could stop them whenever I wanted, but all that heaving, hairy man flesh, and I was into it. They came at me from both ends and I think I did a pretty fair job of keeping up, though nobody can throat like Brad - how he takes all of John is amazing. Several orgasms later and we were a pile of sweaty men, very happy sweaty men. 

Reporter: You all seem to have found sexual compatibility, though it takes all of you to make up the right combinations. I know that Mark and Sean are bottoms and John seems versatile. So that leaves Tim and Brad as the tops. 




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John: There have been exceptions along the way. We tend to stay in the role we like, but there's always been some adventuring. Mark, he's always a bottom. He even gets Sean to top him. As you say, I get to enjoy the best of all worlds. There have been a few times, that our Timmy has proved the cock of the walk. 

Brad: Well, I was curious. The mood just kind of took me. I had just finished an particularly outstanding fuck with Mark - long, easy, fully depleting. I was laying on top of Mark's back, still pretty hard, loving all the sensations, when I feel someone playing with my ass. Felt really good. At that moment, you could have done anything to me. 

Tim: So I did. Brad's ass was way tight, but I managed to work my way in. He was loving it, even complained that I, yes little old me, was stretching him too much. That's all I needed. I went for it. Several lovely humpy minutes later, I had Brad's cherry. Ta da!. So that makes me the only one who has fucked everyone else. 

Brad and John: That can be changed (voiced in mock threat). Chapter Seven: Challenging Times 

Reporter: I had learned how the group had come together (no pun intended). It all seemed wonderful. But that brought suspicion to my reporter's mind. 

"I'm a little teary, now myself, and deeply envious of what you all have made here. I have no doubt of the love and caring you all share. Still, I have to wonder about the bad times, when things haven't gone well. Surely there have been dark days." 

The group shifted uneasily. Tim moved to sit with John who embraced him protectively. Then quietly, Tim said in John's ear, "you tell it." 

John replied softly, "I'll get it started, but it's your story, you were the only one there." 

John: It was our first Christmas together, just the three of us then, Sean, Tim and I. None of us is particularly religious, but its fun to decorate a tree and 'deck the halls.' Sean had left the day before to spend time with his family on the West Coast. While he was sad to leave us, Sean's family has embraced their gay son, so he was eager to go. 

I'm from a small family with only a much older sister left; my parents were much older when I was born. My sister has a family, married to a decent man, two kids in their teens. They lives and mine don't intersect much, we're down to just Christmas cards. I judge that my sister and her husband are more comfortable with some distance between us, even if they just live at the other end of the state. 

That left just Tim and I. We hadn't made any big plans, just a quiet couple of days together. On Christmas Eve, we had started a fire and were enjoying a bottle of wine when the phone rang. I answered and a man's voice asked to speak with Tim. I turned the phone over to Tim. On hearing the voice, his face blanched. 

Tim: It was my father. I hadn't talked with them since the big blow up almost a year before when they cut me off and said they never wanted to see me again. Now he was on the phone saying that my mother wanted me to come home for Christmas. He said he was in the city and could pick me up in ten minutes. I couldn't think what to do, so I asked him to hold on. 

John had overheard the conversation. "If your family wants you to be with them, I think you should go. Maybe things have changed and it will be okay. You have to give it a try, they're your family." 

"What about you? You'll be alone." 

"I've been alone before. Sure I'll miss you, I miss Sean, too. I'll be alright. Go." 

So I told my Dad to come over. 

We were surprised by a knock at the door a little while later. Normally people can't get past the lobby without buzzing. He must have 'piggy-backed' off of another tenant coming in or going out. John opened the door. It was my dad. He's a big man, almost as big as John. I've always been a disappointment, small, kind of fey. My younger brother is big and athletic. My sister's even bigger than me. John introduced himself and shook my dad's hand, meeting the challenge of my dad's hard look. My dad was pretty rude. He didn't reply, just looked over the room, kind of huffed and said he'd wait in the car. 

The entire ride home - to my parent's house - Dad was nearly silent. The only thing he said was that my mother wanted me home for Christmas so he came for me. My parents live in a distant suburb. I had a long ride to think about what might happen. 

When we got there, I bucked up some courage and went in the front door with a big 'hello everybody'. My brother was coming down the front hall stairs and kind of gave me a look of 'you don't know what's coming' but gave me one of those shoulder hugs that's not too gay. My mother came out of the kitchen, wearing her holiday apron. 

"Oh good, you're back" to my father. "You, too, Timmy." Like I had only been away a day. "Dinner's almost ready. Let's sit in the dining room. My sister was already seated, ignoring my mother's unspoken request for help and being very cool to me.  

I was pretty desperate for a drink and looked over to where the bar cart had stood for years. It was gone. My brother, Todd, saw my glance and said under his breath "things have changed." 

A couple of years before, my mother had gotten involved with an evangelical church. At first, it seemed good for her. As we, her children were nearly grown and no longer needing constant care, she was able to participate in something that seemed to give her life meaning. She had lots of new friends and many activities. Then the sniping comments began, about how long my hair was, that nobody went to church with her, that my sister should be more careful about how she dressed, how my father - really never much of a drinker - shouldn't expose his children to alcohol. It just escalated over time. My father kind of withered away and seemed to acquiesce to the growing influence of the church in our home. 

I had been a little isolated my freshman and sophomore years of college, living on campus and only going home on holidays. During that time, the church thing had just grown and grown. My sister had been brow-beaten into a sullen bitch. My once sunny brother had become cynical in private and a toady in my mother's presence. I didn't recognize them. My father had become silent, almost cringing. And my mother, who I remember from childhood as a sweet, cookie baking, PTA-going, a little bit shy woman had become a Bible-quoting harpy spewing invective at everything and everyone outside her church. 

That spring break is when it all happened, the confrontation. I had changed, too. I hadn't really thought about it, until my mother's reaction of disgust as I came in the door. My hair was down to my shoulders and I had managed a little chin scruff, I was wearing a pooka bead choker - a gift from my then boyfriend - open flowered shirt, low cut jeans and sandals. I was in my post-hippy gay boy phase. I thought I was cute - so did my boyfriend. What is cool at college was not acceptable at home. 

My mother confronted me, "This is not my son. This is some kind of ungodly low life. Go shave that thing off and put on some respectable clothes. Anyone would think you're one of those cursed homosexuals." 

I guess my expression gave me away. "Have you been living a sinful life? Have you given way to Satan? I should have known that college would lead you astray. I told your father we should forbid you going there. And now this. The pastor was right. He warned me that you'd become one of those and here you are." 

"One of those what?" I challenged. 

"A homosexual, a sodomite." 

"And if I have?" 

"That university will never get another penny from us. You'll never get another penny either. If I could, I'd demand back what we've already paid." 

The sad thing is my grandparents had left the money to us kids in a trust to pay for college. It wasn't even her money. 

"And you'll not be welcome here, either. We'll never speak to you again, no none of us" she warned my father and siblings. 

I was dumbstruck. I was in the middle of a very successful semester. My boyfriend and I were really clicking. My life was really okay. And now this horrible confrontation. 

I went up to what had been my room. The posters were gone from the walls. A creepy picture of Jesus replaced them. A Bible lay on the bedside table. I was sitting on the bed when my dad came in. He looked like he had been hit with a brick. 

"So are you one of those homosexuals?" he asked quietly. 

I didn't answer, I just began to cry. All I could feel was how I had disappointed my family. I felt dirty and ashamed. 

My father put his hand on my shoulder for a moment then left the room. I didn't sleep that night, even after I had put Jesus in the closet. Yes, I see the irony there, but I'm still sad about it all. About four in the morning I gave up trying to sleep and snuck out of the house, walked to the train station and came back to the university. 

I had had no communication with them until my dad called. Now I was in the family dining room, seeing my diminished family, all waiting for my mother to return with the Christmas feast. 

When she had made the last trip to the kitchen and had taken her seat, she bowed her head and said, "Let's all join hands in prayer." Okay, I'll go along to be polite. "Lord Jesus, thank you for the bounty we enjoy. We pray it may be put to your service. Thank you for the blessing of our family gathered here today. We have missed your son, Tim, these many months. Thank you for bringing him back to us." My brother shot me a 'here it comes' look. And we pray that you will intercede in his life to bring him to you, dear Lord, away from temptation and sin, to know the true way, your way, and forsake the worldly evil that rules his life." I was thunder struck. To be insulted is one thing, to be insulted and reviled in prayer; this had not precedent in my life. 

My sister mouthed at me, "this is all your fault." Her eyes shot daggers. 

My father averted his face from me. My mother looked at me full on, no head bowed in prayer, no humbly closed eyes. 

"This we pray, in your name. Amen." 

And then, as if she had heaped blessings on us all, she took her napkin and said, "I hope everything is to your liking. Please help yourself." 

When no one moved, she took the pause as an opportunity to go to the sideboard and take some papers that were there. She handed them over the table to me with a forced smile. "Tim, the pastor gave these to me to give you." 

I looked at them. They were tracts on reparative ex-gay therapy. I was aghast. 

"Your father and I have arranged for your treatment, so you can come back to us, back to the Lord." Again the forced smile. 

My mind raced. Here we were at a family gathering, supposedly to celebrate the Prince of Peace and here was my own mother handing me what amounted to an ultimatum, a full serving of hate. I could choose their way of life or be banished. It demanded that I give up what I understood to be my very being. I tried to see love, however misguided, as a motivation, but love does not demand compliance. Love is expressed by understanding, acceptance and celebration. 

Unlike the previous occasion, I was not upset. My mind was clear. "Who I am, who I love is not about you. If I am gay, that doesn't make you gay; it doesn't mean you've done something wrong, that you are tainted. It only means that when my heart reaches out for love, it's to a man, not a woman. That is your problem, your own guilt over some thing you didn't do, cannot influence. Yes, I'm your son, the product of your genes, but I'm my own person and this is who I am." 

I stood up, took my coat off the rack in the front hall and walked out the door. I understood the consequences of my actions; I understood I would likely never see any of them again. If I submitted to my mother's plan, no one would ever see me again. Even if my body survived, I knew that my soul would have to die to deny who I understood myself to be. 

I walked out into the frigid night, feeling it warmer than my childhood home had been. I had no plan but to get back to the city, to John and my real home. 

I walked as far as the highway entrance when the snow began to fall. Even then I didn't regret my departure. Before I stuck out my thumb, a car pulled along side me. A curly head thrust out the window with a "need a ride?" 

"Yeah, heading to the city." 

"Us too, climb in. You'll need to get in the other side." 

I opened the driver's side back door to some bustle as things were being rearranged. "Thanks a lot, you've really saved me." 

The drive, a man, said, "Been there, too recently." The car, an old beater, gave evidence that it wasn't long ago. "Glad to help out. We're going near downtown to my parent's. They live next door to the church where my dad's the priest. Great old building, but the neighborhood is in transition." 

"Anywhere downtown is great." 

There was a soft gurgling noise from the other side of the back seat, beyond the pile of bundles and packages that had been restacked to make room for me. I peered over the stack to see two wide set blue eyes twinkling back at me. Fat little arms waved crazily, stuffed into a snow suit. And then a sight I'll never forget, a smile, toothless, drooly, and full of the delight of innocence. My heart radiated with all the love of the universe. 

"What's his name?" 

"Oh, that's our little Teddy. Theodore - from the Greek for God's gift". 

"A perfect name. Thank you Teddy, you've save me tonight." 

"I don't mean to stick my nose in your business, but it's late on Christmas Eve. Not a great time for hitchhiking. Are you in trouble?" 

"Not any more." 

John's building was only a few blocks from the church where they were headed. I helped them carry things inside the adjoining rectory. They even gave me the honor of carrying Teddy. The man took me aside and said quietly, "If you are in trouble, now or ever, you can come here, to the church or rectory, and my dad will help you, no matter what. I, we, know about trouble. Hey, there's a great carol sing at the midnight service and tomorrow's Christmas service, we'd be very pleased if you came." I told him I needed to get to my home. He embraced me and wished me 'Godspeed'. 

I walked the few blocks back to the apartment. When I opened the door, John was sitting by the fire, looking pretty glum. On hearing me come in, he leapt to his feet, completely surprised at the sound. "What's wrong?" My face must have told the story. I walked over to him and he surrounded me with his arms. I broke down completely. 

"I, I, they, my mom, I" I was unable to speak a coherent sentence. 

John held me tightly, stroked my hair, and shushed me. "Ssshhh. Don't try to speak. You're here now. You can tell me all about it later." I remember sobbing into his chest, then wakening in his bed, still in his strong embrace, though he slept. 

I pressed into him and drew his arms tighter about me. He stirred, adjusting his hips so his hardening cock had room between us, settling between my ass cheeks and along my back. "Mmmmm" he said contentedly in partial sleep. 

I lay, reveling in the warmth and love I felt and remembered the smile of a little angel. Love and kindness were the memories I wanted to keep of that Christmas, but they will always be clouded by the other memories, memories of my own family, my own mother rejecting me. 

When John woke up, his cock was raging. He sprang from the bed with "I gotta pee, must have been the wine." When he returned, I watched him cross the room with his soft, but still engorged cock swinging. Got me hard. He snuggled under the covers with me, kissing me, holding me. "Want to talk about it?" 

I gave him the short version: Got to my parents' house, Mom cussed me out in the prayer, offered to send me to ex-gay conversion. I left, got picked up by an angel and his family, came home to him. 

"You know I love you and Sean loves you, don't you? Will we be together forever? I hope so. I know I'll love you - this you, the real you - forever. I'm sorry you had a bad time of it. I'm proud that you faced your family. Who knows, someday they may come around and appreciate the man you are. In the meantime, I'll appreciate the man you are." He stroked my cock and tickled my balls. 

I reached back and pulled his cock between my legs, under my balls. I caressed his cock head, feeling it swell. He thrust between my thighs, trying to get more attention on his cock, giving me more than enough to stroke. I made slow, loving work of stroking him to climax, the first blast of cum shot across the bed, all the rest I caught in my hand. I raised my dripping hand to my mouth and took a long lick, the offered my hand to John who licked off all that remained, sucking on my fingers. A momentary, light touch of his hand on my cock brought my own orgasm that John caught in his large hand. He offered me my cum, then again consumed the rest himself. 

"I love you." 

"And I love you." 

John: We lay enjoying the moment, aware that on Christmas morning, the city's usual soft roar was silent. The phone rang, jarring in the quiet. John rolled over to reach the bedside phone. 

"Yeah? Well Merry Christmas to you, too. Isn't it awfully early in San Francisco? Just a minute, I'll put it on speaker." 

"Timmy, can you hear me?" 

"Yes, Sean. Good Morning." 

"Merry Christmas. My younger brothers and sisters were all too excited this morning. We've already been up for a while. Did I wake you?" 

"Not exactly, but we're not out of bed yet." 

"Well, I know what you've been up to. Hey Mom, say hello to Tim and John." 

A sweet, Asian voice wished us a 'Merry Christmas' and that she was pleased to make our acquaintance. She said we must be a good influence on Sean, he looked well and happy. All the while she spoke, Sean nervously tried to get the phone back, and we could here his plaintiff calls of 'Mom, Mo-om'. Then she demanded, "How big are you?" Tim and I just looked at each other - what could she be talking about? At that point Sean gained control of the phone. "I can just imagine the looks on your faces." 

"Want me to measure?" 

"What have you been telling them? On Christmas?" 

"No you assholes, get your minds out of the gutter. She wants to make you sweaters. That's what she does for people who are special to any of us in the family. She is a brilliant knitter. I already told her that Tim is my size." 

"You wish" came the tease. 

"She has trouble understanding how big you are, John." 

"So do the rest of us." 

"I meant his shirt size, Tim, you asshole." 

"I thought that was your territory." 

"We certainly seem to be in a mood, this morning." 

"Just happy to be with John and looking forward to you coming back." 

"The size question...if you can believe it, they all think I'm giant sized in my family, all too American. When I guessed you had a 48 inch chest, she laughed at me and asked if you were a bull. I nearly bit my tongue off. She seems to have her own plan now." 

"Anyway, I want one of you guys to get up, put on some clothes - unless you need a shower first." 

"No, we've managed to contain the flow. It was delicious" 

"Lucky you. I think you should be decent for Christmas morning. At least put on some shorts, go to the hall closet, and look in the back." 

Both Tim and I grabbed some gym shorts, first time getting each other's and needing to switch. We must have looked a site with Tim swimming in my shorts and me hanging out of his. Tim ran ahead and after a moment's rummaging, returned with a big shopping bag of presents. 

"Got 'em?" 

"Oh Sean, presents. You must have been planning this a long time." We could hear Sean laughing delightedly. "I'll put them under the tree. Hey it looks like Santa Claus was already here." I had put out presents for Tim and for Sean for his return when Tim was asleep. It felt a bit like a 'dad' thing to do. Tim gave me a big hug and deep kiss, only stopping when we heard Sean's voice "Guys? Guys? Are you still there?" 




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Cassandra stepped up behind Eric, rubbing her big breasts into his back. Cassandra loved to act sexy around her friends. She and Devin were married, but their friends were not. Of course, that didn't matter. She just loved teasing, though it had never gone further than that.

"Hey, big boy, wanna play around?" she asked teasingly as her hands wrapped around him and slid from his chest to his stomach. 

"Always ready," he answered, laughing at her innocent playfulness.

"Oooohhh, I'll just bet you are!" she answered, trying to sound sexy, looking over at the others while she bent her knees and slid down his body. Suggestively, she wiggled her hips, which Eric, of course, couldn't see. But it made her breasts rub back and forth over his back as she bent down. Her fingers spread out as they descended down the outside of his waist and legs. 

"We can find out if you're always ready, big boy," she teased. To demonstrate, she moved her hands around to the front of his legs as if to search out evidence of an erection.

Others were laughing at her antics, some egging her on. As she wiggled around and let her hands roam, suddenly she gasped and stopped moving.

"Oh, shit!" she blurted out, startled. She held her hands slightly off of Eric's legs, frozen in space.

"Shit, Eric, I... I'm sorry. I..." Cassandra was for once fumbling for words.

She struggled to calm herself. "Holy shit!" she said, finding her voice again while her hands again splayed themselves out on his pants. Her fingers were moving slightly, in place. Everyone was waiting, and wondering what exactly was happening.

"Fuck, Eric," Cassandra, her voice normal now except perhaps a bit huskier. "I never knew you were so big!"

Some knew what she meant and their eyes immediately went to Eric's crotch, while the others took a few seconds to realize it.

Cassandra was squeezing the lump in Eric's pants, softly, as if trying to judge the size of it. Everyone stepped or leaned in closer to see the bulge even better.

Allie and Kristin both made a comment, asking how it felt.

"It is so hard. Thick. Wow! Thick!" Cassandra seemed awestruck.

Kristin giggled knowingly, saying, "You should see it!"

Cassandra's head spun to look at her. "Really? You wouldn't mind?"

Kristin hadn't meant that as an offer to actually see her guy's dick, but she couldn't back down now. Besides, although she hadn't planned it, she didn't mind it, either. She kind of liked the idea of her friends seeing what she got to have inside her on a regular basis.

"No," Kristin answered, though her voice sounded much weaker than she expected. "Go ahead if you want."

Cassandra never even glanced at her husband but wasted little time in finding the pull on Eric's fly, tugging it down. Then she moved back up to his belt and unfastened that. When she undid his snap, she held the two sides of his pants out away from his body. She was teasing everyone again, waiting for the suspense to build, then all at once let her hands fall, bringing the pants with them and letting them fall to the floor. The thin cloth of his shorts could scarcely contain the bulge that was now the focus of everyone there. Cassandra had moved slightly to the side so that she could see around Eric to his dick.

Cassandra wrapped her hand around the covered shaft for a moment, making Eric gasp, then quickly grabbed the waistband and pulled them down in one fairly swift motion. Allie had been trying to withhold any sounds, but she emitted a loud gasp at the first look at Eric's naked prick.

Cassandra gazed at it from only inches away, and a quiet "Fuuuuck" came out of her mouth.

Eric stood there motionless, his erection straining away from his body. The length of it was certainly impressive, but it was the thickness of it that was so surprising. It was the thickest dick that any of them had seen. 

Eric seemed to be partly embarrassed, partly proud. He didn't move, but finally he spoke softly to Cassandra.

"Touch it," he said, barely able to speak.

Cassandra looked up at him, then quickly towards Kristin.

"Awwww, touch it," he repeated, as if in agony.

Kristin, still smiling, gently nodded at Cassandra, who then turned toward Eric - or, rather, his penis - reaching out and wrapping her hand around the shaft as far as it would reach. A gasp came from everyone but Kristin at the touch, the loudest being Eric, as the built-up tension was relieved.

"How thick is this thing?" asked Cassandra. "My heavens!"

"It does feel a lot like heaven when it's inside," Kristin said, sending laughter throughout the room.

"Oh, hell, I'll bet so," answered Cassandra, moving in closer. She moved her head and placed a kiss on the tip of his dick, bringing a groan from everyone. Suddenly she whipped her head around towards Kristin again, remembering it was her guy's dick she was kissing.

"Sorry," Cassandra said quietly.

"It's okay," Kristin told her, still that same proud smile on her face.

"Really?" Cassandra asked.

Kristin nodded slowly. Not really giving her permission to go further, but Cassandra seemed to take it as such. She turned back to the dick, stared at it for a moment, then placed her lips around the head. Eric hissed air into his lungs as he felt her wet lips encircle his head. Taking a moment to adjust to it's size, she let more of it slip slowly into her mouth.

It was an incredible sight. Nothing like this had ever taken place in this group of friends. Noone could take their eyes off of this sudden turn of events, except for a quick glance at Kristin to see how she was reacting. Cassandra was slowly moving her mouth back and forth over maybe three inches of the shaft. It seemed that was about all she could take, but she eventually worked further down another couple inches. Finally she pulled off completely, working her jaw as if it needed a rest.

She got a small round of applause from the room for her performance, and she told Eric to lay down. She nodded toward a leather reclining chair, which had a separate leather stool. Eric backed up a step and sat on the stool, then lay back onto the chair. He was sloping slightly upward this way, while his shaft towered obscenely skyward. This seemed to bring a different visual, and made Cassandra stop and look.

"Oh my God!" she said. "How good would that be to fuck!"

Cassandra just stared for another moment until hearing Kristin say, "Go ahead." The situation had definitely gotten out of hand.

This time Cassandra turned slowly toward Kristin, but didn't say a word. She certainly had lust written all over her face.

Kristin looked back at her, holding her gaze for a moment, then said, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

Cassandra turned back to the shaft seeming to tower over the room. She had not once even glanced at Devin, much as Eric's opinion was never asked. She grasped the dick again and held it. She seemed to be contemplating something. To blow or to fuck, perhaps? 

Finally Cassandra said, "Oh, shiiit!," as she raised herself up, having decided that she needed to feel that thing inside her. She placed one leg on each side of Eric's leg, reaching under her skirt to pull her panties out of the way.

"Wait," came a voice out of the blue. It took a moment to place the male voice, until all eyes fell on Devin. He was stepping towards his wife, and all quickly assumed that he had had enough and was putting a stop to it.

Everyone seemed a little surprised and greatly relieved to see what he was doing. He was finally putting an end to a crazy situation. But they were all surprised when he reached around his wife to unfasten her skirt and let it fall to the ground.

Devin looked at Cassandra and said, "I think we all want to see everything, Hon." And with that he took hold of her panties and pulled them down, exposing his wife to the room. In addition, he placed his hand on her pussy, cupping it tenderly and letting a finger find its way into her pussy. He wiggled it around and plunged it in, touching a precious spot that made Cassandra squeal and shiver.

"Oh, yeah, she's wet!" He told everyone, then backed away while they all giggled nervously. 

The laughter lasted only a moment as all attention went back to the towering shaft of flesh on the stool, now pointing up at a naked pussy displayed to the entire room. With her legs on either side of his, Cassandra stepped up, positioning herself directly over the cock that she now held. Spreading her legs more, she held the dick steady while she lowered herself, letting Eric's cock head push into her folds. She stopped. With both hands she reached down and spread her pussy lips open as far as she could, settling the cock head in between.

Everyone leaned forward once again, getting the best view they could of what was happening. Her pussy was shaved, so it was easy to see the dick pushing in and the pussy lips spreading to make room for it. She lowered herself slowly, a little at a time, then raising up again before trying another inch. When he was about halfway inside her, she leaned forward, putting her hands on his shoulders for support, and kept moving her hips to work it in further.

During this time Cassandra was moaning. It sounded at times like she was saying something, but it was only understandable as moans. After she leaned over into Eric's body, he raised his hands to her breasts, holding them for only a moment until he began to pull her blouse up, along with her bra, uncovering her large breasts. They hung down, allowing Eric to play with them and her nipples, adding to the excitement for them and everyone. Devin actually came over to pull the rest of her clothes off over her head. He was really enjoying his wife getting fucked in front of him - and in front of all.

Eric just laid there while Cassandra was moving up and down on his cock, though he was obviously enjoying himself. Everyone could see his cock easing in and out of her pussy. Her lips were pushed inward on every down stroke, disappearing from sight as his cock forced its way in. When it came out her lips came with it, extending away from her body as far as they could stretch, clinging to the sides of his shaft. It was a testament to how tight was the channel his dick had to travel.

Cassandra's movements were slow. No feverish fucking for her. But then, after several minutes of slow fucking driving everyone crazy, she began to speed up. Not fast, but quicker, shallower strokes, accompanied by high pitched squeals. She was close to an orgasm.

When it hit she thrust one time, perhaps hitting her best spot, and held it there, squealing loudly now as she let loose. Her body shook all over. Her arms were no longer able to hold herself up, and she collapsed head first onto Eric. Her hips remained fairly still for a longer time, but gradually lowered further onto the cock. Each movement on his shaft brought her to another mini orgasm. She raised her hips slightly and then lowered them, moving the cock inside her stretched out pussy, over and over, each time sending a thrill through her body, the ripples of them being seen by all.

Before she was even done with her after shocks, Cassandra pushed her upper body off of Eric. But when she raised up, her lower body took all the weight. This caused her hips to push down, Eric's cock to move deeper into her pussy, and Cassandra to moan "Oh, Fuck!" as she felt the unexpected intrusion.

She was in a hurry to get off Eric and try to regain some dignity. She was just now realizing that she had just fucked her friend's boyfriend, and in front of all these other friends. She began feeling very self-conscious for that and for the show that she must have put on. But as she rolled onto the floor, beginning to think how she should hide her naked body from everyone, she couldn't help but feel the tingles and excitement of that well-fucked feeling.

When Cassandra rolled off Eric, his tall, thick shaft got more attention than Cassandra's nakedness. It looked huge. Longer and thicker than ever, and now covered with a moist sheen from Cassandra's pussy juices. Allie moved over closer to it, as if in a trance.

"Dammit, I have to have that in me!" she stated, staring right at his cock.

She had already removed her panties, as she had been playing with herself while watching Cassandra. Almost as an afterthought she looked over at Kristin, begging with her eyes for permission to fuck her boyfriend.

Kristin nodded her approval slowly, but her eyes widened and she barely smiled. She was concerned that Allie could not take her guy's thick shaft into her small pussy. But that was her decision. Allie was barely over five feet tall, and dainty in every way. Each person there must have wondered if a cock as thick as his would rip her wide open.

As with Cassandra, Allie didn't seem to care if her boyfriend or Devin approved of this. If Kristin was okay with it, that was all that mattered. Others looked at Ryan, however, to see if he was willing to have his girl put on a naked sex show as Cassandra had done. Also, to put it bluntly, to see if he was okay with his little, skinny girlfriend getting impaled by this monster cock. 

Ryan showed how he felt as soon as Kristin had nodded her permission. In the spirit of what Devin had done, he stepped up to Allie and kissed her, while reaching behind her to undo her bra. As his lips pulled away he pulled her top and bra from her body, leaving her topless. Then her reached down and pulled her skirt down, letting it fall in a puddle at her feet. She was now completely exposed to the crowd, her petite little figure drawing admiration from everyone, but also some anxiety. Would that huge shaft that had just filled Cassandra's pussy so completely rip this little one apart?

Allie's little tits barely moved as she crawled the last couple feet towards Eric. Her tits really weren't very little, except compared to Cassandra's. It's just that they were so round and perfect. They were half globes, perfectly round and firm, no sag whatsoever, with the cutest little nipples seated in the exact center. They were, simply, perfection.

Her pussy, however, was another matter. Oh, it looked perfect as well. Totally shaved and exposed, it looked like a little girl's instead of a woman's. Her pussy lips were small and thin, tightly closed to keep her vagina safe. Allie had been playing with her pussy, and even now had at least one finger moving inside her. But even with that and the juices that were obvious, her pussy hardly looked ready. But she was determined.

Allie took hold of the shaft with both hands, pausing to examine the size and shape of this prick with her eyes as well as her hands. She moved it around to see and feel it, perhaps determining if she truly wanted to fuck it. After a short time of doing this she appeared ready, and started to stand up to take her position when she was stopped.

"Wait a second." It was Eric.

All eyes were now on Eric, wondering what he needed, or if he was going to stop the ruination of Allie's little pussy.

Eric continued. "Cassandra sucked me off some before we fucked. Why don't you do that?"

Allie paused, still holding his shaft with two hands. She looked at it. It was wet. Slick. Slimy. She knew that it was Cassandra's pussy juices on it. Cassandra had an amazing orgasm while this cock was inside her. It was coated with her pussy.

Everyone else was having the same thoughts, and waiting to see if Allie would, basically, suck Cassandra's pussy juices. But they didn't have to wait long.

Allie returned to her knees and bent over Eric's dick, licking the length of it with long, slow, sensuous strokes. She ended each stroke with her tongue swirling around his cock head and slurping loudly all the accumulated juices she could find. It was almost more sexually exciting than the actual fucking.

When she had cleaned his cock of all the juices, Allie placed the head to her closed lips, allowing her lips to open slowly and ease the cock between them. Gradually the cock entered Allie's mouth. After the head disappeared she kept going until a couple inches of the shaft was inside her little mouth. As she eased those inches in and nearly out of her mouth, it was exciting to see her cheek bulge out as Eric's cock pushed it from the inside.

As she sucked and fucked the first few inches of his cock, her hands were busy on the rest of the shaft, slowly stroking up and down while using a twisting motion just for fun. She had Eric moaning, and impressed.

Allie had such a small waist, but nice flaring hips that led to the cutest heart-shaped ass. As she continued to work Eric's cock, her hips and ass moved back and forth with her motion, making the guys - and, yes, the girls - split their attention between the sensuous motion of her perfect ass and the excellent blowjob Eric was getting. 

Allie must have had a double jointed jaw, as her mouth was so widely open to take the cock inside her. She was almost unrecognizable as her lips were stretched so much to fit over the thick shaft. But this bug-eyed little vixen kept at it, almost unbelievably stretched out to accommodate the girth of this cock, until she thought Eric might be getting too excited.

There was so much to look at with this compact little dynamo that everyone felt disappointed when she stopped working him over, even though they all knew that the next step was to see Eric's thick shaft pummel her little pussy. They would have been more than satisfied to spend the night watching that sweet ass swaying back and forth, those perky titties hanging from her chest without giving up their shape, and the incredible blowjob that had her mouth and cheeks so stuffed full of cock. But more was to come.

When Allie stopped, she paused to take a long look at Eric, and was pleased to see that he was driven to the brink. He looked used. Tense. Needy. Indeed, he was all those things. Cassandra had certainly contributed to his state of arousal, but Allie liked to think that she had gotten him to where he was now. Ryan, experienced with her abilities, had no doubt of this. 

Allie stood, straddling Eric's legs, her bare, sopping wet pussy poised just above him. Like a good tease, she held that position for a moment, drawing out the anticipation. In truth, she was contemplating what was about to happen. She knew what was about to happen. She had seen Cassandra needing to work in order to accept this thick hunk of meat into her, and Allie was much smaller. Yes, Allie thought, she had taken large and thick dicks before, but never this size. And it had been a long time ago. Although Ryan fucked her hard and well, he was at best of average size. She was not used to a big cock, not since they had started dating two years ago. She just hoped that his energetic fucking and desire for many positions had sufficiently reamed her out enough so that she could take Eric's oversized cock. She and all her friends were about to find out.

Allie positioned the cock with her hands and lowered her body down. She and Eric both exhaled loudly as his cock head pushed between her pussy lips. This was the much anticipated time they had been working toward. But as sopping wet as her pussy was, she felt her lips being pulled and almost stuck to the thick shaft. Of course she knew this would happen, and wasn't ready to have him enter her yet. Eric had been anxious and was pushing his hips upward, hoping to get himself into her smooth, velvety channel. This night was nearly more than he could bear.

Allie raised herself up slightly so that Eric could not enter her too soon. She moved the head of his penis up and down her slit, coating his dick with her juices. She squealed out "AHHH" when she hit her clit with his cock, so naturally she had to do that a few more times. She was so close to an orgasm. She let his cock go momentarily and took hold of her skin on either side of her pussy lips, pulling them apart as far as she could. Then she lowered herself slightly to allow the head of Devin's cock to insert itself between them. She wiggled her hips to screw his head deeper into her, without pulling her lips in with it. When the cock was firmly seated, she began a rocking motion, allowing it to slip a bit deeper, while she still held her lips away from the shaft.




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When she had done as much of this as she could, she slowly pulled her fingers away from her pussy. But on the way one of her fingers pushed hard onto her clit. A tremendous jolt shot through her body, and she moaned loudly. Her finger automatically pushed her clit again, then rubbed it, hard, back and forth, until she was lost in a screaming orgasm, writhing on top of Eric's shaft.

When she recovered she found that the cock had sunk a couple inches deeper inside of her. And she wanted more. She began pushing down onto it, forcing it little by little into her pussy. As she raised up and down the crowd again did not know whether to watch her perfect little ass wiggling around, or the thick meat forcing her pussy lips apart. Allie had not totally come down from her orgasm, but she was working on another. Or perhaps she was having many little ones. Or one long, long one. She wasn't sure what her body was doing to her, but she knew that she had to keep doing this to her body. It was a wonderful feeling. 

The deeper his cock sank into her the more electric jolts she was feeling. There was pain, yes. Her insides felt like they were being torn apart. But there was so much pleasure, and the pain just seemed to add to that. Allie was no longer being very rational. Her thought process was not working. She was going now on raw sexual instinct. Her pussy needed that cock in her, as much of it as there was, as deep as it could go. She had a sensation of fullness, like her stomach was overloaded with food. This cock could come out her throat for all she cared. She needed it. All of it.

Everyone else watched with both surprise and admiration as Allie kept taking more and more of Eric's cock inside her. Eric, too, was past rational thought. He needed release after all of this fucking, sucking, and teasing. His cock was heading for release. His hips were trying to pound up into Allie as much as they could. The couple had gotten into a rhythm, with her squating down and him pounding up. To the amazement of all, it seemed that his cock was firmly inside her. Repeatedly. And after their groins smashed against each other a few times, Eric raised up and stayed up, letting out a fierce growl as his long awaited orgasm hit.

On top of him, Allie felt his cock swell and unload, bathing her insides with cum. He held his body as high as could for a shot of cum, then lowered and pounded back up, cramming himself as deep as he could inside her as he unleashed another stream of cum in her pussy. He did this three, maybe four times, but truthfully she didn't know. After the second shot, Allie herself unleashed, cumming hard around his shaft.

She let loose a torrent of incoherent screaming as her orgasm completely took over her body. She raised up, she bent her body back, then forward quickly, nearly falling onto Eric before she caught herself. She did then collapse on top of him, still moving her hips a bit as her pussy continued to spasm. A few times Eric would shove his hips up as he ejected another little spurt of cum, until he was doing it with no cum left. 

They both lay there like that, everyone admiring the show they had just seen as well as the ass bent over for their viewing pleasure. Eric's cock was still inside Allie, as all could see as well. It was a moment none of them would ever forget. That was especially true of Eric and Allie, though things were a bit hazy for Allie at the moment. She lay still, on top of Eric, her mind realizing that she was naked on top of him, her friends staring as much as they liked at her in perhaps her most intimate condition.

It wasn't as if she didn't care. She just didn't seem able to move. Eric also seemed totally spent, satisfied to be still while he got a little strength back his limbs. His dick still felt good inside the smooth, warm channel of Allie's vagina.

Allie could feel him shrinking inside her - if that's what you want to call it. Even though she could feel him getting smaller, she felt completely full. Her pussy was stuffed, as she normally felt, even though he had shrunk a fair amount by now. Holy hell, she had never felt anything like that. She was just hoping that there was no blood. No damage. But that would have to wait. She could not move for now.

Finally Ryan came over to the couple, still locked together. He placed his arms around Allie's waist and pulled her up. lifting his girlfriend up and off of another man's cock. Even though Eric was going soft, Ryan noticed how high he had to lift his girl before he heard the faint plop of Eric's dick falling out of her pussy. It gave him a very weird feeling that he knew he would not understand for a while. He rolled Allie off her lover and carried her over to the couch, where her held her in his lap, cuddling. She was completely naked, mostly exposed, and didn't care one bit.

After Allie was lifted off him, Eric began to get up. His dick was mostly laying down now, having lost most of its stiffness. Kristin came over to him, cradling him in her arms, asking him how he liked what had just happened. A silly question, as both of them knew. They just laughed, and kissed. A kiss that turned into a deep, wet, tongue-swapping, passionate, minutes-long kiss. By the time they came up for air their hands had been all over each other.

Kristin announced to the room that they could do whatever they wanted, but she and Eric were going into the bedroom, because she needed to be fucked. She had no doubt that Eric would be ready for another round very soon.

Kristin didn't need to wonder what the other couples would do. Devin's dick had been sticking through his fly for quite a while now, as he played with himself during the end of Allie's session, though noone had noticed. Now it was time to get serious. Cassandra didn't feel like fucking again right now, but she was giving him head before Kristin and Eric had started to kiss. In fact, Devin was so turned on that he came almost before the other couple had left the room.

Ryan, too, had been very turned on. Having seen one girl fucking Eric, then his own girl being ravaged by him (or was it the other way around?) he had almost cum from simply watching. Now that Allie had recovered, except the soreness in her pussy, she was giving Ryan one helluva blow job. It, of course, was most remarkable for the short time it took for him to cum. It had been an evening to never forget.



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You stick two eighteen year olds in the same room and tell them they're rooming together for the rest of the year and there are going to be tiffs between them. I don't care who they are. You may have two incipient Mother Teresa's in that room but, at age eighteen, they're going to have fights.

So it was with Debbie and me. We'd been allocated the room at the start of the school year and we were stuck with each other. Me, I'm dead easy to get on with, but Debbie can be a bit narky at time. And she's much more of a neatnik than I am, although that doesn't mean that I'm a slob.

Now I'm not saying that any little tiffs we had were always Debbie's fault. I'm woman enough to own up to having a few minor faults, and perhaps the blame for some of the fights rested on my shoulders. Still, I've always said that if Debbie wouldn't get so uptight over little things, things that don't really matter, we wouldn't be squabbling.

Take the current instance. I had a date lined up. I thought it was going to be a hot date, with interesting prospects at the end of it. Turned out that this guy was such a loser that I don't think he's even joined the human race yet. He's another story, though. I'll tell you about him some other time. The point is, I thought he'd be a real nice guy, and I had to dress to impress, now didn't I? 

So when I was changing I spotted Debbie's nice blouse just lying on her bed, doing nothing. That blouse looks real good on me, so naturally I borrowed it for the date. I don't mind sharing my stuff and I didn't think Debbie would mind me sharing hers.

A little bit of a very nice lippy and a dash of perfume and I'd headed off, places to go, men to conquer.

Like I inferred earlier, the date was a wash. I couldn't believe that I let that guy talk me into a date. First and last one with him, I assure you. After giving him the shake I met up with some friends at a nightclub and hung out with them for a while before calling it a night and coming home early.

Debbie was already in our room when I returned. That was expected. She'd said she was doing some studying tonight and going out tomorrow night. What wasn't expected was the filthy mood she was in. She jumped me as soon as I walked in the door.

"Why are you wearing my blouse?" she demanded. "You didn't ask if you could borrow it."

"Hey, it was just lying on your bed and you weren't going out so I knew you wouldn't need it tonight."

"No. I just need it tomorrow night. And I especially washed and ironed it so it would be nice for tomorrow. Now look at it."

OK, so I'd managed to get a bit of grot on it. Geez. It'd wash, and then all you had to do was iron it again.

"Well, don't get your panties in a twist. I'll wash it tomorrow and have it ironed ready for your date."

"You're kidding, right? I've seen the way you wash and iron things. Just give it to me and I'll do it myself."

Suited me. I don't like washing and ironing my own stuff, let alone someone else's. I took off the blouse and tossed it onto Debbie's bed while she continued to give me a killer stare.

"What?" I said, spreading my hands in an expression of bewilderment.

"Nice lippy," she said through clenched teeth.

Um, yes. She'd got me again. She never liked me borrowing her lipstick, which is fair enough. I don't like people borrowing mine.

"Ah, yes, um, I sort of ran out and I didn't have time to go and buy some and I was going on this date. . ." My voice trailed off guiltily.

"Oh, I see," said Debbie, her voice all sweetness all of a sudden. "You were in a hurry. I suppose that's why you accidentally picked up my good perfume instead of your own stuff. You only have three bottles of your own."

But my perfumes were cheap stuff. Good enough for most things but not for what was supposed to have been a hot date. Debbie's perfume, on the other hand, was sensational. It probably cost more than all of my bottles combined. She really did have a taste for fine cosmetics.

All I could do was look guilty, which was easy, because I was.

"It's not good enough," railed Debbie. "You've gone too far. I'm going to complain and get another roommate. Someone who has a bit of respect for other people's property."

Now that I couldn't have. I'd get a big black mark against me if Debbie did make a formal complaint. What was worse, if the staff listened and agreed, guess which of us would have to move. I'd lay odds that, being the villain, I'd also be the bunny, and I quite liked this room. 

So I grovelled. You know, mea culpa, and I'm sorry, and it'll never happen again, grovel, grovel, grovel.

The little bitch was adamant. She'd had enough of my wicked ways and she wanted blood.

"For crying out loud," I finally snapped. "What do you want me do? Bare my bum and get a spanking? I've said sorry."

"Yes, I do," Debbie snapped right back.

"Do what?" I asked, surprised.

"I expect you to bare your bottom and get a spanking."

I couldn't believe it. She had to be kidding. 

"And just who is going to deliver the spanking," I asked sweetly. "Going to call on your boyfriend to help you deliver it, perchance?"

"No. I'll spank you myself. You just have to bend over and take it. And I'll be the one to decide when it's over."

"You're serious?" I asked incredulously.

"Dead serious," she said, and she sounded pretty determined. "It's either that or I go and make a formal complaint."

I glared at her, but she wasn't backing off. It was either let her spank me or she'd really go and report me. I capitulated, but with a condition.

"OK. I'll do it. But the next time that we have a fight and it's your fault, I get to spank you."

"Fair enough," Debbie said, a big smirk on her face. She always seems to think that any tiffs we have are my fault. That's because she always apologises fast if she knows she's stuffed up, and I'm a very forgiving person. Not next time.

Debbie sat on her bed and I dropped my slacks and panties and went to bend over, only to find her giggling.

"What's so funny," I asked.

"You, dressed in just that lacy little bra," she said.

I glanced at myself in the dressing table mirror and had to give a wry smile. She had a point. I looked ridiculous wearing just the bra. I unclipped it and tossed it to the side. Then I bent over Debbie's knee.

The first few spanks weren't anything. Debbie is quite a small girl, not that strong. Mind you, the spanks did sting a bit and I was feeling a little resentful. Trouble was, as the spanks kept coming, my bottom was getting sorer. The accumulation of spanks meant that the new ones were really starting to sting, and I'm quite sure my bottom was turning red.

Now, to keep Debbie happy, I'd been giving out squeaks and squeals while she spanked, making out it hurt more than it did. At first. Now I was making with the squeals because it was hurting. 

I thought I heard a knock, but then my thoughts were interrupted by another spank and I squealed. 

Someone had knocked and they assumed that the squeal was a call to come in. I heard the door open and close behind me and boy, did my face start to burn. Whoever had just walked in was staring right at my bare bottom. I did so not want to turn and see who it was.

"I heard some odd noises so I knocked. I thought someone said enter," came a very pleasant baritone, and I died. 

I knew that voice. It was Mr Barton, the new maths teacher. Oh, god, I had the new maths teacher standing behind me and looking at my bare bottom and my pussy. What colour red was my face?

"Debbie, Michelle," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "I hadn't realised that you were gay."

Gay? What was he talking about? Come the dawn. I was naked and bent over Debbie's lap while her hand was on my bottom. She hadn't shifted it from where it had just landed when the door opened.

"Gay? We're not gay," squealed Debbie. "I was just spanking Michelle for being mean. That's all."

"Really," came a disbelieving voice. "Just a little corporal punishment. Nothing sexy about it at all."

"That's right," said Debbie, and I could just about hear her brains rattling, she was nodding her head so fast. Me, I was frozen. What? I should get up and turn around to face the teacher? You've got to be kidding. I just lay there, praying that the floor would open and swallow me.

"You don't mind if I check that?" came the casual query. 

Debbie just gave an odd sounding squeak and I didn't say anything. But what the hell did he mean, check it?

A finger poked me in the pussy. Just out of the blue, bam, there was a finger pressing against my pussy. It gave a little wriggle and then it was inside me. Mr Barton had stuck a finger between my lips and was moving it around inside me. He pulled it out after a moment to my intense relief.

It turned out he pulled it out because he wanted to stick two fingers inside me, to my intense horror. And he was pushing them in and out, getting a real good feel, the swine.

"Well, Debbie, it seems to me that Michelle is very much sexually stimulated. She's hot and wet and, the way she pushed against my hand, eager to get going. But you're just giving her a spanking? Nothing else?"

Debbie gave a squeak that seemed to be assent, and I could imagine her head nodding again. Me, I still had nothing to say. If I opened my mouth I was afraid I'd just scream with embarrassment. Naked, spanked and with a teacher poking my pussy. God, I'd never live this down.

"It seems to me, Debbie, that you're not being really fair to Michelle. You're getting her all worked up and then nothing. She'll be in a state all night long. You need to make sure she has some relief."

"What do you mean?" asked Debbie, sounding rather nervous.

Yes, what the fuck do you mean, and why haven't you gone away when you can see I'm naked?

"I'll show you," he said.

There was a noise and I heard Debbie give a gasp, and I'm wondering what the hell, wondering if I should get up off Debbie's knee, even if it does mean showing off everything. Hells bells, he could already see everything. I was all ready to get up off Debbie's knee when I got poked in the pussy again.

This time it wasn't by any frigging finger. A big fat cock was pressing against my pussy, already forcing my lips to yield. The squealing that had stopped when Mr Barton entered the room started up again with a vengeance when Mr Barton entered me.

I started going "Oh, wowowowowow," and my voice went so high you'd have thought I was yodelling, and while I was squealing Mr Barton's cock was advancing. It turned out he was right. I was hot and wet and his cock just slid down my passage as though it was going home after a long absence.

"There," I heard Mr Barton telling Debbie. "You can hear how eager she is. Now just give me a few moments to help her out a little more."

Eager? I was protesting, damn it. I was fishing around inside my head for the right words to tell him where he could take his cock, and what he should do with it, when he pulled back and drove firmly home again. 

That initial entry had been a smooth and steady advance. Now that his cock knew the way, smooth and steady didn't come into it. Mr Barton was pumping back and forth in fine style, and instead of protesting I was responding, squealing my head off and bouncing my bottom as he took me.

I heard Debbie give a feeble, "Mr Barton," in a shocked tone, like that was going to do any good.

From that point on things got rather interesting from my point of view. Mr Barton was standing behind me, hands on my hips, driving into me, and seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. I have to admit that things weren't too bad from my point of view. I was getting a very good fucking, and I wouldn't have to feel guilty about doing something naughty, because I didn't have any choice. So I was able to just relax and enjoy it.

I did enjoy it too. Mr Barton certainly knew what he was doing with that cock of his and seemed determined that I shouldn't feel abused. He slid in and out, pausing every so often for just a tiny moment, as though judging my reactions, before continuing to give it to me. 

I have to admit that part of my enjoyment was knowing that Debbie was watching everything. How could she do otherwise when I was still draped over her knee? I was prepared to wager that she was getting all worked up as well, and she wouldn't have the relief that I was getting. And she was also probably feeling guilty, because she was the one who insisted on the spanking. 

Mr Barton was still happily ploughing the field, and as the field concerned I had no complaint. My squeals were, admittedly, getting a little shriller, but that was simply because I could feel my climax coming on. Mr Baron judged it to a nicety, suddenly banging in hard at just the right moment, making me squeal louder than ever before spiralling away and dying in bliss.

I recovered pretty quickly. Mr Barton was still there when I started to snap out of the post-coital daze.

"I'll leave you to finish the spanking now," he told Debbie. "If she's been a bad girl, make sure you give her a good reason not to be that way again."

Would you believe that Debbie promptly began spanking me again. I was outraged. I tried to push myself off her knee but she told me to lie still.

"We agreed that I'd decide when the spanking is over," she reminded me, "so you just have to lie there and take it."

I lay there and took it, squirming and squealing and protesting, until finally Debbie was smugly satisfied.

I told her she was a bitch and she laughed.

There and then I decided that when I did have an excuse to spank her, I would arrange for Mr Barton to turn up. Preferably before the spanking actually started, so she would have time to truly anticipate what he would do.