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House on Park Ch. 01

By: sr71plt



I found I had a carefree weekend on my hands, so I had driven into the small town to answer an ad for a classic Triumph convertible that I might want to add to my collection. But I had been up and down the Park Street address given in the ad several times without finding the house I was looking for. So, I just parked my car and started hunting on foot. I did find the address, but no one seemed to be home. There wasn't any evidence of the Triumph, either.

I looked around, hoping to find a neighbor or someone I could ask about the car, when I saw them, there, across the street. They were both looking mighty fine. The car was a 1963 Pontiac Tempest convertible in pristine condition, and the guy working on the car seemed to be in pretty pristine condition as well. I was sure I was in luck. This guy must be a classic car buff as well and would be able to tell me about the Triumph. But my foot wasn't even off the curb before I forgot all about the Triumph I'd come to see.

As I crossed the street, I kept my eye on the young man. He was smiling very enticingly, and I saw him slowly move the wrench he was holding to his crotch and move it up and down against the taut material. The move provided an unmistakable message. When I reached him, I started to speak, but he turned and walked around to the trunk of the Tempest, in the shadows from the buildings on either side of the drive. I followed him around to the back of the car to where I faced him, very close, but not touching. My eyes were locked on his, and the lust in his eyes was almost electric. He sat back on the car's trunk and, winding his left hand around the back of my neck, he pulled my face to his. Our lips met in a lingering and tender kiss. I felt my dick coming alive, uncoiling in my pants, pushing against the fabric. And suddenly there was other pressure down there. The man's right hand had found me and his fingers were following my growing hard on from the root down to the head. I felt his intake of breath, as he got a sense of my measure. But I knew he would be even more surprised when I was fully engorged.

Our lips parted and he pulled his face away, looking at me imploringly. I tugged at his net T-shirt, and he raised his muscled arms, as I pulled the shirt over his head. I grabbed his left wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth, where I, took the fingers, individually, into my mouth and sucked on them. With his right hand, he tugged my shirt out of my trousers on both sides and started unbuttoning my shirt. I worked my mouth down his finely muscled arm and buried my face in the curly black hair of his armpit. He was extremely hirsute. There was black curly hair everywhere on his body as far as I could see, but especially around his pecs, down across his abs, and trailing down into the front of his tight jeans.

His right hand had found my nipples and was gliding across my chest from one nipple to the other, rubbing, rolling, and gently pinching them until they stood erect under his attention. That wasn't the only thing that was standing erect on me now. My dick was growing, pressing out, wanting to be free. But even more pressing was that inviting well-muscled hairy chest that heaved below me.

I took both of my hands and pressed them to his chest. I hunted through his curly chest hair until I had ferreted out his nipples, and then I first rubbed and then flicked his nipples, which stood up at attention, and then I moved my fingers in swirls through his chest hair and then down to his washboard belly. I returned to working his nipples and chest hair with my left hand, while my right hand followed the trail of hair down beyond his belly, across his beltless jeans, and down to where I could feel his rod pushing at the tight jeans, getting very hard, but unable to stand up. I followed the line of his dick down along the side of his thigh, and began to stroke, in regular downward movements.

The man shuddered underneath me, and having finished unbuttoning my shirt, he took both hands and pulled the shirt up and off my body. He then dove his hands down to the front of my trousers and, struggling slightly, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, pushed both my trousers and briefs down my legs as far as he could, and encircled my dick with both of his hands.

He gasped at the size of me and looked straight into my eyes, his awe and need expressed in that look. His left hand released my cock and his right hand traveled down the length of that rod and moved to exploring my balls. With his left hand, he grabbed my tie, which was still dangling around my neck, and pulled me back down to him, to his lips, which opened, as did mine, and our tongues expressed our mutual need.

My hands went down to his jeans. I unsnapped them and slowly unbuttoned his fly and peeled the jeans down to his knees. He wasn't wearing anything under the jeans, and his cock flew up and out of the jeans like a jack in the box. He pulled his lips away from mine so that he could laugh and grin. I grinned back at him, and we dove back into our lip lock. But only briefly, as I pulled away from him and reached down and unpeeled his tight jeans the rest of the way off his legs. His loafers came off as well, as I pulled the jeans free. He wasn't wearing any socks.

So, now he was completely naked there before me, in all his hairy glory. He was perfectly formed, rock solid muscle. Rock solid muscle covered with black curly hair that swirled around his nipples and down the front of his belly and around his hard cock and then down his muscled thighs and calves as well.

He was candy. I couldn't resist. Throwing his jeans to the side, I put my hands on either side of him as he leaned back on the car truck and brought my mouth down on his left nipple. I suck that ever so briefly and then moved my tongue across his chest and to his other nipple. After giving that a little suction, I started down his heaving chest, using my tongue to wetten and pattern his curly hair. I moved down his pulsating belly and then down and through the pubic hair and groin and along his shaft until I reached the tip, which I slowly took into my mouth. His entire body gave a shudder, and he gasped.

He gasped yet again and again as I took more of him in, until I had him entirely in me up to the root. Taking my hands from the trunk of the car, I moved the left one onto his belly and gently massaged him from belly to nipple to other nipple and back to belly. With my right hand, I encased his balls and began soft pulling and rolling, pulling and rolling. He began to moan, and I could hear him whispering, "Yes, yes, yes. Suck me. Take it all in. Suck me dry."

Then I started pulling away from his dick, bringing my mouth back up toward the head, stopping momentarily and giving the sides of his cock a little teeth and suck. I took my mouth away from his dick and licked around the helmet, where it met the shaft. I then put my mouth just over the helmet and flicked my tongue on his piss slit. His whole body tensed as if the ecstasy was just too much, and I took his entire dick into my mouth again. His moaning increased, and he started moving his dick on his own.

In, out. I allowed him to take over the movement, which got increasing stronger and insistent. He was fucking my face, and I was taking it all in. He started to tense and moved as if to take his cock out of my mouth, but I held him and began to move with him. He let out a little cry, and I felt his cum hit that back of my throat. I swallowed several times as he kept shooting off down my throat.

Then he went limp, and I slowly released his cock and worked my tongue around and down his right thigh. He lifted both of his legs onto my shoulders then. He brought his hands down to the back of my head and ran his fingers through my hair, as I worked my tongue back up his right thigh, briefly took the head of his cock into my mouth again and gave it a little suck and a flick of the tongue on the piss slit and then slid my tongue down the length of his shaft, gave his balls a bit of a suck, and then continued tonguing down to his asshole, which was puckered and tightly closed. I gave that a gentle kiss and a flick of the tongue, which resulted in a spasm from my partner. Then I moved my tongue to his inner left thigh and worked down that and back up. While doing this, I moved my right hand to his asshole and started a gentle circular movement around that and a bit of flicking with the fingers. Eventually, there seemed to be a relaxing in that area, and I returned to it with my tongue.

All the time I was hearing gasps of pleasure from above, and he was winding his hands through my hair furiously and massaging my scalp.

I got to more serious work on his asshole with my tongue, running it around the edge, flicking at the hole, and making brief penetrations. To widen the area of attack, I lifted both of his legs off my shoulders and held them up and out. The hole widened and invited deeper tonguing. The man became helpful by taking control of holding his legs himself, which freed my hands. My left hand went back to cuddling his balls, and I put the fingers of my right hand to work on my current project. I tongued for a brief moment or two and then I started playing with the hole with my fingers, first with just my index finger, and then with a couple of fingers, alternating with a thumb. And then back to the tongue. When I went back to the fingers, I was probing deeper and opening the passage wider. At last he was well lubricated and completely open to me.

I stood up and away from him and pulled my trousers and briefs the rest of the way down my legs and threw them to the side. I took hold of his raised legs and started to move in toward him But at that moment, he lifted his head and spoke in a raspy voice. "No, first let me look at you."

I complied. I stepped back and raised my arms in a "this is me" gesture, and turned completely around.

"God, you're beautiful," he said. "And you're huge. Show it to me, please. Play with it."

So I stood there, back from him, cupped my cock in my hand, and slowly pulled at it and rubbed the head of it for him. My rod stood even straighter out and grew even larger.

The man gave an animal sound and came down in front of me. He covered my cock in kisses and took it in his mouth, working it up and down vigorously. He cupped my buttocks in his hands and kneaded them. His appetite was voracious, and I was afraid I was going to cum then and there.

That wasn't in my plan, though, and I reached down and got my arms under his. I raised him up in one movement and slammed him back down onto the trunk of the car. In nearly the same movement, I grabbed his left leg and pushed it up to his shoulders, moving my left hand up until I had him by the calf muscle, holding his leg down nearly parallel to the left side of his head. I looked into his face, and he was laughing. He was enjoying this. With my right hand, I grabbed my cock and guided it to him. I put out a finger and moved along under his now reengorging rod until I could feel his asshole, and I brought the head of my cock to that pulsating orifice. I looked back into his eyes and he was no longer laughing. There was almost a look of fright on his face, but it was quickly replaced by acceptance and desire.

I slowly worked my cock into his anus, a bit at a time, giving him time to adjust . . . at least until I had a good purchase between his butt cheeks. I was in a good four inches now, so I took my right hand away from my cock and raised his right leg up and out. I simultaneously raised his left leg up and out. He was completely open to me, and I held myself in that position. The man fanned his hands across my chest and worked my nipples. His right hand left the nipple and worked its way down along my belly. His head was thrown back and he was reaching for the sky with his eyes.

When one lunge, I buried my cock, up to my root, into his ass. His body lurched, and he cried out to the heavens. Then he faced forward again, entwined a hand in my tie, pulled my lips down to his, and opened to my tongue, which searched his mouth. His other hand went down to the root of my cock, his hand flat against my belly and a finger at each side of my cock, while I worked my cock in and out, in and out. First slowly and then more rapidly, and then I lost all sense of what I was doing and shot off, long and hard, as we both arched our backs and threw our heads back and yelled for joy.

I collapsed on top of him, my dick still up his ass, he brought his legs to rest across my shoulders. I stretched my arms out across and on the trunk surface, and we entwined our fingers. I laid my head on his chest and listened to the beating of his heart.

From that position, I said, "I guess I should ask you your name before I leave."

"Eric," he answered in a low voice. "And yours?"

"I'm Peter."

"I should have guessed." 

House on Park Ch. 02



Eric must have enjoyed the polishing job we'd done on the trunk of his Tempest, because when I'd finished shooting off into him, he said, "Well, Peter, if you'll get this beautiful body off mine and stop entertaining the neighbors, perhaps we should go in and shower."

"I want to fuck again. I want you to fuck me," I said, without moving.

"That's not out of the equation," Eric said, with a laugh. "You haven't seen my shower. It's special."

I slowly began to pull my cock out, but I was still pretty hard, so just as Eric started to move, thinking I was getting up, I rammed into him again up to my root. He gasped and winced, and said "Naughty, naughty, to the showers with you."

I disengaged, and we took a minute to gather up our clothes. He led me into the house and over to a staircase. As he ascended the first step, I ran my hand between his legs in the back, and grabbed his now-tumescent rod, which began to engorge again immediately. Ah, the joys of youth, I thought. He just laughed and we continued up the stairs. We entered what must have been his bedroom. A king-sized bed took up the center of the room, and, yes, there was a mirror above it on the ceiling, as well as large mirrors on all of the other walls. He then led me into another room off this, which must have been a full bedroom at one time, but which had been turned into a large bathroom. At one end of the room was the largest shower stall I had ever seen. It alone was the size of a large bathroom. Eric walked over and into the shower stall and turned on water jets at one end that spouted water from three walls and the ceiling. There was a large bench in the corner of the stall. He took tubes off a rack, turned around, and asked me, "Strawberry or chocolate?"

"Strawberry, by all means," I answered. He tossed one of the tubes to me and beckoned for me to enter. I opened the tube he'd given me and squeezed a large helping of paste onto my hand. He, however, put the other tube back on the rack and said, "Later. I'll do you later. I'll do you special—but later. I want you to do me now. Right now."

I moved in, quite ready to comply. The paste lathered up on his body fast and thick. I could feel my dick on the rise again as I rubbed the lather in, all over his body, and played with running my soapy hands through his curly hair. He was getting hard again, as well. I started at his head and kissed and sucked and licked strawberry way down his body. When I got to his dick, I started to blow him, but he gently pushed my face away and sat down on the corner bench. I went down on my knees in front of him, lifted his legs, one at a time, and continued my kissing and sucking until I had reached his toes, which I plopped in my mouth, one at a time and sucked.

While I was doing this, Eric had pulled down another tube and took the top off. He squeezed out a large glop of ointment into his right hand and instructed me to stand and move in closer to him. When I did, he took my erect cock in his hand and slowly swallowed it. He played with my balls for a few minutes, and then I felt the fingers of his other hand going past my balls and to my asshole. I gave a little sigh and moved my hand back to my butt to help open up access. His fingers were lubricated with the ointment he had squeezed in his hand, and I felt myself tense at the coldness of the ointment but quickly relax as his fingers slowly entered me with a sucking, lubricated sensation. But this was no common ointment. A tingling feeling of menthol started to build on the inner surface of my asshole and spread deeper, as Eric's long, sensuous fingers probed deeper. Not only was this a very pleasant feeling, but I also felt my channel loosening and opening as it had never done before.

Eric continued with this for a few minutes, giving me a slow and easy blow job, pulling and rolling my balls, and doing a job in my anus with his beautiful fingers. Then his fingers got even more creative, as he found my prostrate, and with little notice, I found myself shooting my load once more. This time Eric had pulled away before I shot, and the load went all over his neck and chest. He just laughed and let the jets of water carry it away.

I wasn't sure what was to come next, but Eric was. In the last few minutes, he had stopped playing with my balls and was using that hand to beat his own rod, which now stood up to its full seven inches. After shooting my stuff, I had turned to move back into where the streams of water converged, but Eric grabbed me with one hand on each hip, and turned me away from him.

"Sit on it," he directed. "You want to be fucked. Fuck yourself."

I was game. As I slowly lowered myself on Eric's skewer, my back to his chest, he guided me down toward him by the hips. As I approached his lap, he guided his dick to my asshole with one hand. I could feel him enter me, but the ointment had done too good of a job. This was going to be pleasant, but it wasn't going to fill me up, I was afraid. I slowly, ever so slowly came down on his shaft, until I was sitting in his lap. He reached his arms around me and gave me a bear hug, and then he massaged my chest briefly and tweaked my nipples. I stretched my face around, and we engaged in a long, hot kiss. The water jets pelted our faces and bodies.

Near the end of the kiss, Eric took a hand and slapped the side of one of my butt cheeks. This was the obvious signal for show time. And a show I did give him, and I'm sure he enjoyed it more than I did. I slowly rose and came back down, a little less slowly rose and came back down. I increased the intensity until I felt him tense up, and then I came all the way back down and then just slightly back up and started rotating my butt in circles. Eric clearly liked this, as it set him to panting. But he hadn't felt anything yet compared to what I planned to do to him.

"Sit perfectly still," I said, "but scoot your butt out farther on the bench."

He did as I asked so that his back was at more of an incline back into the wall tiles.

"Now don't move a muscle," I said. "I'll show you a trick I learned from a very talented Sri Lankan." Then I began to pivot my whole body to the left, while staying fully spitted on Eric's dick, which started to fill out a little more as he realized what I was doing. I raised my left leg and pulled it around and over his chest and head, and viola, there I was, facing Eric, still sitting in his lap, his pecker still up my ass.

"Well, hello there, I said," right before I crushed his lips with mine. My hands went to his chest and up over the muscles of his arms, down his arms to his legs, out to his knees, back to the center, to his belly. He reached down and wrapped both hands around my cock and held it. I fanned out my hands on his belly and let them slowly ascend back up to his chest, where I buried them in his chest hair and did a tattoo on his nipples. Then up to his shoulders, over his neck, to the side of face, with a finger lodged ever so suggestively just at the canal of each ear. Then, I released my hands and my lips and thrust myself backward, rocking back and forth, back and forth, taking his dick with me. Eric was having spasms on the bench, his body also arched back as far as it would go. At the last, I came back to him, my arms wrapped around his chest and my lips on his, my tongue searching his mouth. And I just bounced my ass up and down until he came in two separate spasms.

We sat there, hugging each other, rebuilding our strength. I was happy I could do this for him, and the experience was pleasant, and I'd never tell him that he hadn't filled me. I hadn't even come this time.

"Wow," he eventually said. "I guess that rates my special surprise."

"Your special surprise?"

"Yes, okay, get off me and come over to this side of the stall." I stood, and he reached out for my cock and pulled me over to the other side of the shower.

"Okay, back to the wall, your hands in mine, close your eyes, and give me another kiss. Then I'll show you my surprise."

I did as he asked. He planted his lips on mine, and our fingers entwined, he lifted my arms up and out, and the next thing I knew, he extracted fleece-lined steel handcuffs on six-inch chains from recesses the walls and had snapped them on my wrists.

"Hey, I said. What's this? This is kinky."

"Yes it is," Eric said, as he took down the tube of chocolate paste and started to lather me up.

"Hey, some surprise. Let me out of here."

"Oh, this isn't the real surprise yet. And you'll enjoy the surprise, I think. This is just the preliminary, don't worry nothing harmful. I just think you might enjoy this more."

And Eric seemed to be right. Because somehow his ministrations with the chocolate paste and his tongue, all over my body had a little thrill that full control could not have provided. There was a mirror across from this position, and I was able to watch every move, as Eric's hands and mouth ran over my body and then as he slowly and sensuously went down on me until I was about to explode. The only downside is that the mentholated ointment in my ass channel had continued to do its magic, and the tingly and expanding sensation down there had only increased. I was dying for Eric to put something up there, and I told him as much, but he just laughed.

When I was about to come again, Eric stepped back and said, "Now for the surprise." He motioned at the door, and one of the largest, yet best built men I'd ever seen entered the shower stall. He was wrapped in a terry cloth robe. The stall no longer seemed that big.

"Peter, meet Claude; Claude meet Peter. Claude is my roommate; Peter is my new playmate. Would you like to play too, Claude?"

"Certainly," Claude answered, giving me a big smile, as he took off his robe and threw it back into the bedroom. He was magnificent. Claude was a drop-dead handsome Mulatto, with smooth, hairless milky coffee and cream skin. He had long back hair that streamed down his back. He had the muscles of a pro wrestler, and stood a good six and a half feet tall and was perfectly proportioned. Everywhere. That meant the rod between his legs was as big as my engorged one, but thicker—and his was still limp. His chest muscles were like basketballs, but his waist was no larger than mine. His thighs and arms were simply enormous.

"Claude and I have fun," Eric was saying, "but he's always a little tense, because our activity is somewhat limited. I'm just not big enough for him to fuck, I'm afraid. We keep trying. We get it off in other ways, but I just haven't been able to give him the whole experience yet. I think you can."

I swallowed hard, but I must admit that I was game, and my pecker was betraying my interest.

Eric and Claude played for a while for my benefit. Eric soaped Claude up and gave him the complete job, including some semblance of a blow job preliminary that increased Claude's length to what had to be nearly a foot, with close to a three-inch girth. My butt was twitching wildly, but I was happy to note that the ointment was continuing to do its magic. Claude's own butt put on a show for me as well, because while Eric was soaping Claude down, the giant turned away from me but right in front of me and doubled over and grabbed his ankles. Eric moved behind him, but off to one side, so that I could see Claude's cavernous butt hole. As I had done with Eric on the trunk of the car, Eric caressed and kissed and tongued and blew into Claude's hole until it loosened. Then Eric started inserting fingers, but, not stopping where I stopped with Eric, he wound up fist-fucking Claude, getting his whole fist up that hole. Claude seemed to enjoy it, as he did some moaning and squirted a big load onto the floor before Eric was finished.

Then Claude sat back on the corner bench for a while, while Eric did some more work on arousing me. Shortly, however, Claude approached me and looked down into my eyes, which he leaned in and kissed, followed by possibly the sweetest, most tender kiss on the lips that I'd ever received. His ham-fisted hands went to my butt cheeks, and he gave them a good squeeze. Then, before I realized it, he had both of my cuffs detached from the wall and he'd swung me around and hung the chains over a hook in the center of the show stall. I was dangling there, my feet barely touching the floor tiles. But apparently Claude had a very good sense of measure, because it turns out that he had me hung where my bung hole was at just the right angle for his cock.

Claude moved behind me and went down on his knees. Holding my thighs steady, he started licking my asshole, then tonguing it, ever deeper and ever faster. I could have sworn that his tongue was at least as long and as thick as Eric's rod had been. While Claude was doing this, Eric moved around to my front and gave me a couple of good kisses. Then he worked his mouth and tongue down my body until he had reached my cock. He gently took my balls in his hands and started giving me head.

Claude marked his readiness to proceed by giving me a sharp slap on the butt, moving in close behind me, and lifting my legs effortless off the floor and extending them outward, but supporting my weight on his hands and forearms. At this point, Eric stopped blowing me and fiddling with my balls and apparently took Claude's battering ram in his hand and guided it to my asshole. I had never felt anything that big pressing at my ass. But, again, I never had opened up that far before. I felt every contour of the head on Claude's dick, as Eric slowly guided it into my hole and then every vein running down that gigantic rod as Claude slowly, slowly inched his way up my ass chute. This was it; this was what it meant to be truly filled and fucked.

Eric took my cock fully in his mouth again and just held it there, while Claude parted the waves on his way in. When he hit my spot, I felt like I was going to either faint or explode. Claude grunted and stopped, as if this was going to be as far as he could go. But Eric sensed the problem and reached around, took my butt cheeks in his hands and pulled them farther apart. Once Claude was an inch farther in, both I and he knew it would be smooth going from there and he just glided all the way in. I'd done it; nearly twelve inches. It was a cinch. But then Claude started to stroke. At first he didn't pull out any farther than where we'd encountered a problem. But he did start to pump. Then my attention momentarily went to Eric, who I thought was doing the impossible. He had taken me all the way in now, but was going even farther. He had my balls in his mouth as well, and plopped them into his cheeks. I had never felt this sensation before, and this ability to deep throat must have been why he was able to keep Claude semisatisfied. But now, with me stretched even farther and probably to the limit and Claude beginning to lose control of himself, Claude moved into deep fucking.

The rhythm that this brought on caused my balls to plop out of Eric's mouth. He must have been able to feel Claude's rhythm at that point, because he began to match Claude stroke for stroke in the attention his mouth was giving my cock. Claude would pull out until only his dick head had purchase, and Eric would pull back until only my dick head was encased in his mouth. Then Claude would deep dive and so would Eric, down along my shaft, down to the root. Claude picked up speed, and so did Eric. I think I came twice before Claude came his first time, seemingly sending cum all the way up into my stomach, but Claude came three times before he stopped, and I'm happy to say that I didn't lose my hard on before he did. Miraculously, we came together the last time, and Claude only had enough strength to release my legs and lift my chains off the hook, before we all collapsed to the floor, letting the jets of water wash over us and take the cum away.

There on the floor, a little weak now from the effort he didn't usually get to make, Claude only turned over and smiled, as I took his cock in my mouth, waited for it to reawaken, and showed him that he too could enjoy a good game of hide the sausage. All the time I was going down on Claude, Eric was looking on a little wistfully. When I was done, both Claude and I stood up. He slapped me on the butt and said "Let's clean up and have some lunch. I'm starved." We soaped each other, washed off under the water jets, and toweled each other off, and Eric brought out loose, silky basketball shorts for each of us to wear. 



House on Park Ch. 03



As we were leaving the shower, Eric took the tube of mentholated lubricant, squeezed out a large glob, and asked Claude to apply it, which Claude was more than happy to do, pushing his hand deep down the back of Eric's silk shorts and massaging the gel into Eric's ass as Eric grunted and twitched his butt. "As soon as this does its magic," Eric said. "I want you to have another go at me, Claude. I know we can do this."

"I do too, Baby," Claude said, giving his friend one of those tender kisses on the lips.

Eric brought the tube with him as we went downstairs. He tossed it on the dining table and went into the kitchen, where he threw together roast beef sandwiches and large glasses of milk. The three of us stood around the kitchen counter and wolfed them down while they told me about the active gay scene in this small town.

Eric was looking out the window when I heard him give a low whistle. "Well, there he is again."

"Who," I asked.

"We have an UPS man who parks across the street to eat his lunch almost every day. I'm often out there working on my car, and he just sits there and stares at me. I'm pretty sure I've seen him at Club 216 too. I've been afraid to approach him, because I'm not sure how old he is. He looks pretty young."

"Club 216?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's the centerpiece of our local gay scene. He's really cute and perky. I think I've seen him in the chorus line there from time to time. Well, he's out there again today. In fact, he's out of his truck now and coming this way with a package. And he's looking mighty fine."

We polished off our sandwiches as the doorbell rang, and Eric went to the door.

"Package . . . Sir," Claude and I heard from the kitchen, and we could clearly hear the catch in the young man's voice as he caught sight of Eric standing there in just basketball shorts.

"Yes, I can see. Quite a package," Eric answered and laughed. Claude and I took that as our cue, and arm in arm we sauntered over to the door and into the UPS man's view.

"Oh," he said weakly and dropped the clipboard he was handing to Eric to sign.

"We were having lunch and just gotten to desert. Interested in some desert?" Eric asked sweetly.

"Umm, y-e-s, maybe," the guy responded.

"First let me ask you something," Eric said. "Would you be working your way through high school with this job . . . or college?"

"College," was the response. "I'm a sophomore this year. But, why . . .?"

"Just checking," Eric said with a big grin. "A hearty welcome. Here, I'll take that package," Eric said, as he took the package out from under the young man's arm.

"And I'll take this package," Claude said, as he reached out, took the delivery guy by his arms, and pulled him into the foyer.

Eric shut the door and turned back to the group. He looked the new arrival up and down very suggestively and said, "And a very nice package this is, too."

The young man seemed to blush. He couldn't be more than twenty-one at the outside and was slightly shorter than I was—about Eric's height. He looked quite spiffy in a brown work shirt that stretched over a well-muscled torso. His brown shorts were pretty short, but not tight. They flared a bit, but he had a big, firm butt that filled the back out. He had shoulder-length blond hair and a trim beard and mustache. His facial features were fine and delicate, his lips full, and he was wearing a little hoop earring. I looked him up and down and saw that he had very nicely muscled thighs and muscles, what I'd call sturdy rugby legs, covered with a fine, blond down.

But Eric wasn't looking at his face or legs. "Nice basket," he said, as he sank down to his knees in front of the young man and stared at his crotch. The shorts were tented out at this point and there seemed to be some movement in there. Eric put his hands on the front of the guy's thighs, and his hands disappeared up the leg openings of the shorts. The young man seemed to stagger and put his hands on Eric's head as Eric found what he was looking for. Eric's mouth went to the fabric. Claude quickly went down on his knees behind this new toy, and his hands went up the shorts from behind.

"God, what a nice, big butt," he said huskily. "And a loose hole," he went on to say. "I know what you've been doing." The young man sputtered and shuddered, as Claude evidently started some probing, and he looked at me almost in panic. I brought my lips to his as I unbuttoned and removed his shirt.

It didn't take the UPS guy long to get turned on and to deliver after that. He stopped running his fingers through Eric's hair and started running them across my chest and down my belly—and down into my shorts. He pushed my shorts down and started fondling my dick with both hands. He disengaged from our lip lock and moved his lips down to my nipples.

Eric indicated he wanted to see more of this guy's treasures, so he unsnapped his shorts, pulled the zipper down, and jerked his shorts and briefs down to the floor. This seemed fine with Claude, as well, as he started tonguing the guy's butt from the other end. At this attention, the young man's knees turned into rubber. Claude picked him up by his armpits and carried him over into the dining room. Flipping him around, Claude put him down on the edge of the table so that his back was on the table and his butt extended over the edge. His feet barely touched the floor. His cock was six-inches hard and thick now and was standing at attention. Eric and I had both tossed off our shorts as Claude was carrying the young man into the dining room. The delivery guy's own shorts had briefs had remained on the foyer floor.

"What's your name?" Claude asked pleasantly, as he stood over the table and wanged his meat, giving the guy an eyeful.

"Steve; my name's Steve. But what—?"

"Oh, no particular reason, Steve," Claude said with a big smile. "I just sometimes like to scream the name of guy I'm fucking when my pecker shoots off in his stomach."

Steve started to come up off the table, but I was between his legs in a flash and pushed his chest back down on the wooden surface. Claude flipped around the table, moving pretty fast for a lumbering giant, and grabbed both of the young man's wrists and made him lay flat. The tube of lubricant was right there on the table, so I squeezed out a large glob from it and went right to working it into Steve's asshole. As Claude had noted, he already had a pretty loose asshole, and Claude had been lubricating it himself with tongue action, so I didn't waste any time getting down to business—and getting my hard cock into his hole.

The young man whimpered a bit as I went in a couple of inches, but I knew this was exactly what he wanted. He seemed a little tight still, so I raised his legs with my hands, running them up to his calves and pushing the legs out to the side. This opened him a bit more, and I glided right in up to the root and started a slow, rhythmic pumping action.

Eric came up onto the table like a cat, and gave the simple direction "69," upon which he straddled Steve, dangled his rod over the young man's mouth until Steve got the idea and started giving him head, and then Eric returned the favor, taking Steve's pecker in his mouth and deep-throating him.

Claude released Steve's arms and let the young man play in Eric's body hair. Claude then started giving Eric's asshole tongue and helped the lubricant that had been applied some time ago by stretching the canal with his fingers. He must have been satisfied that Eric had been prepared sufficiently, because he pulled a chair over and got up on it in a crouch, which put him at just about the right angle. Eric grunted and threw back his head when Claude entered him, but Claude was able to hide the whole sausage in Eric this time. It wasn't too long before we had all blown our wads and were satiated. Eric, Claude, and I all were happy to sign off on Steve's delivery. He wasn't walking too straight when he finally returned to his truck and drove off, but he certainly had a sloppy grin on his face.

So, we were fed and satiated for the moment and agreed that a nap for all was the next on the schedule. Eric said he had a special evening planned, so I knew we'd all need to be well rested. We retrieved our shorts, took a group shower, and toweled ourselves off while observing a challenging "no touch" rule. Eric and Claude went to that king-sized bed in the master bedroom, and, having told them I really did need to get some sleep, I was sent to a guestroom down the hall.



House on Park Ch. 04



Sometime later, I was awakened by Eric pressing on my shoulder. I raised my arms to bring him into bed with me, but he shushed me and said in a low voice, "No, not that. We hear something downstairs. Claude's gone ahead to check it out. He wants us to follow him down. When we got to the first floor, we could see Claude at the back of the house, near a door that went into a workout room. Claude turned to us, put his finger to his lips to caution silence, and pointed toward the workout room. We heard what sounded like the raising of a window in there. Quick as a flash, Claude bounded into the room, and we heard a harmony of yelling.

When Eric and I got there, Claude had an arm lock on a short, but burly black dude in black bicycle latex shorts and a black-knit muscle shirt. He was yelling for all he was worth. Eric walked up to him, whipping a jock strap off a nearby barbell post en route, and stuffed the jock into the burglar's mouth.

"Try to rip us off, will you, fella?" yelled in the guy's face. "Well, you broke into the wrong house, I'm afraid. Claude, what do we do with someone who tries to steal from us?"

"Dry gang fuck, don't you think?" Claude responded.

"Yeah, and you caught him, so don't you think you deserve him first?

"Right," Claude responded. "Let's do him on the press bench. Where are those cuffs?"

While Claude held the struggling dude in his arm lock, Eric positioned a press bench in the middle of the room, picked up a leather backrest wedge and put it on the bench, rising toward the end, found four cuffs, and started collecting lengths of chain. Meanwhile, I noticed the dude was about to work the jock strap out of his mouth, and I went over and stuffed it back in. While I was there, I took hold of his shirt and ripped it off his body. He was solid and heavily muscled and was covered all over his torso and upper arms with an intricate blue-inked tattoo design that looked just like a second shirt. The design accentuated his big nipples. I reached up and gave a healthy twist to each one of these, and the dude contorted in pain.

Claude had his arms pinned real well and had him pulled back so his basket was sticking right out at me. The bicycle pants didn't hide much. He didn't look long, but he certainly looked thick. The dude tried to kick me but couldn't pull it off, because Claude had him off balance. I dug both of my hands down the front of his shorts and found a testicle for each. That wasn't hard to do, because they were the size of baseballs. I gave them a squeeze, and said, "Anymore of that, dude, and I'll crack these nuts of yours." He screamed silently through the jock strap and tears came to his eyes. He whimpered when I let loose of his nuts. Since my hands were already down there, I stripped him of his shorts and tennis shoes.

Eric appeared to be ready, so Claude forced the dude over to and down on the bench press. Eric first wound first-aid tape around his head to keep the jock strap in place and then cuffed each of his hands to the barbell holder at the head of the bench so that they were drawn up and out. His chest was pushed into the surface of the bench and back and up the leather wedge so that his dick and balls hung down off the end of the bench and his big, round butt jutted up. Eric then went around and cuffed each leg and extended it out with chains attached to side benches so that the dude still had his feet on the floor but his legs were pulled out at a wide angle from his body. Eric then got a leather harness and arranged it around the dude's head so it pulled his face up to where he could see in front of him. While Eric was doing this last task, Claude was behind the dude's butt, giving that some attention. He squeezed the buttocks a couple of times and then put his hand between the dude's legs and did some work on the balls and dick. I could see the dick get thicker and even a little longer. Claude took a leather belt and started strapping the dude on the buttocks with it, gently at first and then more sharply. The dude wreathed in pain, and his butt cheeks began to redden.

I didn't know why Eric was getting the dude's head raised, but when he finished, I then saw what he had in mind. He motioned for Claude to come in front the bench and stand where the dude could see him. This was the first time the dude had gotten a clear picture of Claude, and I could see his intake of breath and the shudder when he saw Claude's size. And that was just when he saw the size of Claude himself. While Claude was standing there, Eric stripped him of his shorts. He also took his own shorts off and signaled that I do the same. There was a more violent reaction when the dude saw the size of Claude's half-hard on.

At Eric's signal, both he and I started working on Claude, who was standing there like a statue. We ran our hands, and tongues all over his body, getting ever closer to his dick, which we reach at the same time. We tongued that from each side for a time, and then Eric dove for the balls, and I started giving Claude head. Claude was near full erection, and the dude was obviously the worse for worry, when Eric stood and said, "Well, to be fair, I think we should do this from smallest to largest. No need to kill this dude on the firsties. And I think that would be me first, I guess."

"And for our own sakes, I suggest grease rather than dry," Claude said, as he strolled out of the room.

"Well, if you're first, then I guess you need some attention, I said to Eric," and I went down in front of him, prepared to give him a hard on.

"Just a minute," Eric said. "I might as well get in a workout at the same time. Here help me up on the rings."

It was only then that I noticed we were just under a pair of gymnastic rings hanging from the high ceiling. I hoisted Eric up by the thighs, and he grabbed the rings. By pulling himself up on these, he could position himself so his cock was at the level of my mouth as I was standing in front of him. I wasted no time in giving him head. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around the rim and then, letting it plop back out of my mouth, I cupped his cock with my right hand and encircled the root with my fingers and applied pressure, cutting off the circulation a bit and hastening the engorging of his rod.

I played with his balls with my left hand. I gave his piss slit a flick of my tongue a couple of times and then put pressure on it with my tongue as if I was going to enter him there. He moaned, and his pelvis started to move back and forth slightly. I could see that he'd want to face fuck, using his own rhythm. I looked up and noticed a second pair of rings, just above me and hanging low enough for me to reach. I took his cock into my mouth and gave it a short, playful suck. Then I moved away from him and positioned a bench press laterally, just behind him. Eric seemed to figure out what I was up and approved. I came back to him and, first, put his legs loosely over my shoulders. I knew his arms couldn't take much more of supporting his body. Then I took three inches of his cock into my mouth, so I'd have it when I needed it. I grabbed for the rings above me and swung my legs up onto the bench press I'd put behind Eric, putting my heels over the far edge so that I could maintain a hold.

Now we were free to swing, and swing we did. I stretched my mouth open and let Eric control the fuck. He'd swing backward a bit on the rings and forward, pushing his dick into my mouth. There seemed to be too much friction from his legs on my shoulders, however, for the full swing effect we both wanted, so, showing me that he was a master gymnast, he raised his legs and propped them behind his swinging arms. He must have been double jointed, because he managed to do this while keeping his pecker level with the floor and the hole I was providing him. Then we just were swinging free in one athletic face fuck.

I couldn't see the trussed-up dude from where I was, but he certainly could see us, and seemed to be enjoying the show and was quieting down. At least he was until Claude returned from the kitchen with a can of Crisco and started lathering up his butt. Claude must have been fingering into him pretty deeply and roughly, because we could hear a lot of grunting from his direction.

It wasn't too long before Eric said, "We've gotta stop, man. I'm gonna cum, and I don't want to do that and waste my turn in the dude." With that, he swung back far enough to take his dick out of my mouth, lowered his legs, and dropped away from the rings.

I came down off my rings, as well, but only long enough to turn toward the dude to see what was happening back there. Claude was finished basting the dude and stepped back. All business, Eric walked briskly around to the back of the dude, took his now-hard dong in one hand, put the head up to the dude's asshole, and plunged. I could almost hear the scream from inside the jock strap and watched the dude's eyes snap open. Eric just kept deep-thrust banging away, and with each stroke he slapped the dude on an alternate butt cheek.

Claude walked around to where I was; I thought to give the dude another view of his size, but, the first thing I knew I found him behind and below me on his knees.

"You're just too beautiful," he whispered. "I can't resist." He got right under me, and lifted me with one ham-hand on each butt cheek, and put his mouth on my asshole. I still had my hands in the rings, so I was just gently swinging in mid air. He started tonguing me, ever deeper, making me wet and opening me up. I moaned with pleasure. It wasn't long until he had me skewered with the huge middle finger of his left hand, and he was so strong that he lifted me up, taking the pressure of the rings off my arms. He brought his right hand through my legs and cupped my cock, putting his index finger over my piss slit and slowly, rhythmically started jerking me off.

I shuddered, and although I wanted him to make me cum like this, I had to stop this quickly. "Umm, Claude. I'm next with the dude. You're making me too hot, Man."

Eric was still banging away in the dude, making the whole bench press move with his thrusts. The dude had his eyes shut tight, except when he'd open them to take another look at what Claude and I were doing, and he was panting heavily.

"But, I gotta have you, man," Claude said. "You're driving me crazy."

"Well, go ahead and have me then," I said. "I can manage."

Claude removed his hands from my ass and cock, stood up behind me, raised me back up by the butt cheeks with his strong hands, and gently brought me down on his huge tool. I could feel the head of his cock moving around down there, looking for the hole. Then I felt it centered, followed by the pressure of it gaining entry. Once again, I could feel it when it was in to where the edge of his dick head and the rim of my hole met. Claude stopped there briefly and put his dick into a little circular motion. This drove me crazy, and I moved my head around and searched for his lips.

We found each other and were busy with our tongues while he slowly went in the next four inches. I gulped and lost his lips, because he was moving his hands up my legs toward the back of the knees and supporting my thighs with his forearms. He then pulled my legs outward and raised them a bit and pulled back so that I was folded up a bit, the rings out in front of my body. I looked over to where the dude was and saw that he was bug-eyed. And then I was fully open, and Claude slid right on in up to the root. He held it there, briefly and then started to fuck me. He didn't move his pelvic muscles himself; he moved me, swung me back and pushed me up, swung me back and pushed me up. I wanted to keep at this until we both had cum, but we both saw that, with a yell of triumph, Eric was finished, pulling his dick out at the last second and cumming all over the dude's back. 



House on Park Ch. 05



Slowly, almost reluctantly, Claude withdrew his cock from my hole. He did do that circular movement thing with just his cock head logged in my hole before he pulled out entirely, and this nearly made me shoot off. But I was glad I didn't, because I had formulated a plan for my own time with this captured and bound black burglar dude.

The first thing I did was squat down in front of the dude and say that I figured he was straight, but that after today I knew he'd have a whole new perspective. Then I picked up his torn shirt and rubbed Eric's semen off his back. I rubbed gently, in massaging motions, until I could feel him lose some of his tension. Eric and Claude pulled over the other bench press to in front of the dude, and Claude sat down and Eric sat on his lap. Claude ran his hands all over Eric's torso, arms, and thighs and eventually played with his nipples with his left hand, while slowly jerking him off with his right hand, all where the burglar dude could see them. When Eric had finished, he took the head harness off the dude, but I was interested to see that the dude was still looking up, on his own, eyeing what Claude and Eric were doing.

I went into the other room and returned with the tube of fuck lubricant and some salve. I rubbed the salve on the dude's reddened bottom, using sensual circular motions, and I was gratified to see him slightly raise his butt and go with the motions. I cleaned up what Crisco I could get to with his torn shirt and then applied the fuck lubricant, without going too deep. I was happy to see that his cock seemed to be growing a bit. I leaned over him from the back and massaged his shoulders and back muscles some more and spent some time tracing the swirls of his tattoos. Then I folded my body on his, letting him feel my hard cock against his butt. My cock was lodged in his big butt crack, and I did some stroking there up toward the small of his back. His butt was so bulbous that I could fuck him right where I was and think I'd entered him. While I was stretched out along his back, I snaked my hand under him and found his nipples. I started gently kneading them and running my hand around his chest and down to his belly. I was happy to see that he lifted his chest and belly a bit off the bench, to the extent he could, to give me more room to fondle him. I brought my lips to the side of his neck and kissed him there. Then I gave him a few love nips there and whispered, "It's OK, baby. It's going to be OK. You're going to enjoy this." His body gave a slight shudder, and then I could feel him relax under me.

Eric got up out of Claude's lap and walked up to in front of the dude.

"I'm going to take this gag out. But if you scream or say anything at all, I'm going to put it right back on. Do you understand?"

The dude nodded his head. Eric ripped the tape off around the dude's head, which made him tense up again underneath me. He then took the jock strap out of the dude's mouth, and he ran his tongue around his lips. And we noticed then that he had quite a large mouth, and full lips. Eric couldn't resist.

"Okay, now I'm going to give you a kiss, and you're going to take what I have here between my legs for you. Right? Or the jock strap goes back on."

The dude tensed up and started to say something, but all it took was Eric to raise the jock strap to shut him up. Then Eric put his lips on the dude's and gave him a kiss. But he pulled right back. "That ain't any good," Eric said. "You aren't leaving here until I'm convinced we've queered you. Convince me." He went to the dude's lips again, and this time the dude opened his mouth to him, ever so slightly, and I could feel him starting to relax again under me. I was still working on his nipples and belly, but I could see that Eric had taken the dude's lower lip into his mouth and was sucking on it, and then, when the dude opened up more, Eric's tongue went in, so I pulled back my right hand and scooted back a bit along his body until I could get my hand between his legs. Success. His cock had swollen and was coming to attention. I encircled it with my hand, and he tensed and shuddered and then, as I began to stroke him, he calmed down again.

I came off him and knelt behind him. I could see that the lubricant was doing its magic and his hole was loosening up. I continued to stroke his dick, giving him a loose hand job, as I rolled and pulled gently at his humongous balls with my other hand.

I looked up to see that Eric was standing now, holding his hard on in front of the dude.

"Now I want you to suck this, Eric said. And I want you to play nice, nice." the dude whimpered. "If you do anything that makes me uncomfortable, you are going to regret it. Hear? Now, you don't have to take it in far. But if you don't go with me on this, I'll let Claude at you. Now you wouldn't want this, would you?"

I stood up and in time to see Eric's cock go into the dude's mouth up to the edge of the head.

"Now a little sucking. Yeah, yeah. No, that's too hard. Yeah, that's better; now your tongue on the piss slit. Yeah, that's good. Oh yeah, yeah. Now, a Little farther in. Ah, yes, work those nice big lips, baby. No, no, you don't have to gag. We haven't even gotten started yet, baby. Breathe through your nose. There, There, I'll just hold it until you get the breathing down."

I returned to the crouching position behind the dude. I sat down under his dangling cock and turned around, and took him into my mouth. So thick, so nice. He was uncut, and I slid his foreskin back with my teeth, which made him shudder. I ran my tongue around his dick head, and his butt twitched.

From Eric up front, "Tighten your mouth and lips. I want to feel you all around me. But lips over teeth, I don't want you to bite me now. There, better. Here, now I'm going to move your head into a better position. Get your tongue under my dick. Ahhh. That's nice. Now slowly, taking more of it. No, no, don't even think of gagging. Remember to breathe from the nose. There, that isn't so bad. Oh Baby, that feels so good. Now, I'm going to hold your head still and we're going to get a little action going. No, don't try to pull away from me. I'll do the moves. Ahhh. Yes, yes, yes. You're going to get so good at this. Such a nice, sweet mouth, such big, nice lips. Ah, there, innnn, outttt, innn, outtt. Yes, you're doing fine. Innn, outtt. Now a little deeper. Innn, outtt."

I could hear the rhythm and almost feel it, and was able to duplicate it on my end. The dude was trying to take over the stroking now, but I held his butt in place with my hand and continued on the pace that Eric was setting. This all was just too much new excitement for the dude to handle, though, because he suddenly tensed and just shot off down my throat, in three big globs.

"Yes, going for broke now." Eric apparently was about finished at that end. "There, didn't think you could take it all, did you? There, there. Oh God, yes, yes, YES! Now, for future reference, it's always so much more appreciated if you tongue it clean. No, no, don't gag. It's good protein. There, yes. Tongue around the head. Ahh, yes. I just might cum again. No, just joking. And kiss it nicely, thank you. There, now that wasn't so bad, was it? But just remember that the next time you decide to come through my window."

Show time for me now. I stood up behind the dude and brought the head of my cock up to his now-loosened hole. The first touch of the lubricant gave me a very pleasant sensation. I was only half hard now, so I just played for a minute back there. I slapped my rod on and around his butt hole a couple of time, and then I put it up to his hole and did what Claude had done for me. I inserted just the knob and then, with my right hand moved it around slowly right at the entrance of the hole in a circular motion. The dude stiffened under me. I reached down between his legs with my left hand and tickled his balls and rolled them a bit and pulled at them gently. Then I went in a couple of inches and stopped. Once again with the circular motion, Then, I put my right middle finger under my shaft and slowly pushed it into his hole. Then the two fingers on either side of that slid in on either side of my shaft. He wiggled his butt a bit and I heard him moan. The moaning increased when my index finger found his prostrate and started a rhythm pressure. He shot a load again on the floor. Pretty fast recovery, I thought. I withdrew the fingers as I pushed in a couple of more inches. I stopped for some more circular motion and then some side to side, as I moved my weight back and forth on my feet. I waited for him to open farther, which he did, and then I just slid right in up to his pubic hairs. In the same motion, I brought my body back down along his and reached under him in search of his nipples. He started to moan, but stopped abruptly, which made me look up. Claude had come down to his mouth and was kissing him deep.

I rested there for a brief moment and then started a slow but deep fucking. Pulling almost all of the way out and then slowly pushing back in to the root. I could feel him pushing his legs out as far as he could, doing all he could to take me all in. Innn, Outtt, Inn, Outt, In, Out, and then a pumping motion. Slow and deliberate at first and then faster, faster, faster . . . until I couldn't hold it any longer, and on my last retraction, I pulled all the way out, and our cum mingled on the floor as he came yet once more. I gave his butt and friendly little pat, as I pulled away, and said "There, you're one of us now. And don't deny it. I know you enjoyed that."

"So, I guess we're finished here," Eric said, with a smile, as I stepped back and cleaned myself with the burglar's shirt. Claude was sitting there on the other bench, playing with his cock, keeping it hard.

"That wasn't so bad, was it, now?" Eric clucked, as he went around the bench press, uncuffing the dude and pulling away chains.

The dude awkwardly came up off the bench, his legs still spread wide, rubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked a little dazed and like a wounded animal, not knowing which way to leap to safety.

"But," Eric said, punctuating the "but," "aren't we forgetting something?"

"Yep," Claude spoke up. "You made this dude a promise that we'd give him something to remember not to try this house again."

The dude looked frightened and tried to bolt for the door, but Claude was on him in a flash, picking him up in a bear hug that took his feet off the floor, and carried him to the other end of the room, where there was a pool table. Claude slammed the dude down hard on his back on the pool table, which took the wind out of the man. Eric ran around to the other side of the table, grabbed the dude's wrists, and pulled them taut above his head and out. Claude had his hands around the dude's waist. The dude started cursing loudly, and Claude backhanded him across the mouth. The curses subsided into moaning and whining, but the man tried to stand up, which was very hard to do pressed between the table top and Claude.

Claude backhanded him again across the mouth, pulled the dude's left leg up, ran his hand up behind the knee and push the leg up and then down and out toward the table top. Then, with his right hand, Claude grabbed his cock, moved it to the entrance of the dude's ass, and plunged it in one great thrust. The dude screamed and lifted half off the table despite the restraints. Claude backhanded him again, grabbed for his other leg, and lifted it up. He had the dude's legs pushed out there like they were a wishbone, ready to be split. I really felt sorry for him. The dude was writhing and bucking under the pressure, but Claude just ignored him and pushed and pushed and pushed until I saw he was all the way in. Then he just banged away for what seemed like an eternity until he jacked off in several different shudders and fell across the body of the now nearly unconscious dude. Eric let go of the limp arms and reached over and lifted Claude's head and the two enjoyed a deep kiss.

Claude pulled himself up and out of the dude, and I could hear the plop as he exited and see the tiny rivulet of blood streaming out of the dude's ass.

"Bet he won't rob any house on this street again," Eric said, as he walked around the table. "What shall we do? Just toss him out with the garbage?

"No," Claude said. "I rather enjoyed that. Put those cuffs back on him, and we'll hang him from the rings for later use." Eric complied, and we all left the room in search of another shower and a cool drink. 



House on Park Ch. 06



After hosing ourselves off again and getting back into those silk shorts, Claude suggested we go down to the living room and drink beer and watch a football game on TV. So, down we went. After I tossed off my first beer, I began to feel a little sorry for the black burglar wannabe hanging up in the gym and asked if it would be okay if I went in there and cleaned him up a bit and put some salve on the new hole Claude had dug him. Eric said, "Sure," and got some ointment for me and told me where a big basin and some soft sponges were. Claude told me not to worry too much about the dude—that they planned to let him go in a while. As I got up to go, Claude said not to be too long because they were going to order in for some pizza.

When I entered the gym the captive looked forlorn, his head hanging down and his arms lifted above his head. He could stand on the floor, but I was sure his arms were getting a little tired. And very nice arms they were. His whole body was fascinating, with its intricate swirling tattoo designs over solid, cut muscles that made him just short of being stocky. He looked up at me when I came in and implored me to let him go before that Claude monster came back, that he'd painfully learned not to try coming back here again.

"No can do, Dude," I said, as I pulled out the basin, ran several inches of water in it, and put it at his feet, making him stand in the water. "This isn't my house, and it's not my call. But I can clean you up and make you a little more comfortable. I don't think they plan to keep you much longer. But we did you a favor, really. If you wind up in prison, Claude has shown you what you have to look forward to there. And, if that's where you're headed anyway, both Eric and I gave you some pointers on how you can manage to survive in prison by pleasing the boss men there."

I soaked up water in the sponge and started sponging his body off. For amusement, I followed the patterns on his body with the sponge, and, with delight, found one pattern that snaked down from his neck, around his torso, across a thigh, and curlicued around the base of his thick cock. I made sure to trace that pattern more than once. When I'd sponged him down pretty thoroughly, I opened the big tube of salve and squeezed out a big glop of ointment. He looked at me in anger and said, "Hey. whatcha gonna do with that? Haven't you queers done enough damage to my ass? Why don't you stick it to your own kind!"

"Our own kind?" I asked, with a laugh. "I thought I pretty much showed you a little while ago that you could enjoy swinging both ways. I don't need to tell you that you enjoyed what I gave you. Or that you enjoyed this sponge bath. Oh, look what's already half saluting me here." I reached down with the hand that didn't have the salve in it and gently pushed back the foreskin of his uncut cock, placed my thumb on his piss slit, and started rubbing up and down. The dude gave an involuntary gasp and moan, but he made no move to get his pecker away from my attention.

"This is good ointment," I said. "This will both help heal the damage Claude did and take away some of the pain down there. Within a couple of hours, you should feel fine."

While still holding his foreskin back with my left hand and thumbing his hole gently, I moved around behind him and lowered my mouth to his asshole. I wetted it with my tongue, and gently kissed and tongued around his swollen rim and made short forays into the ass canal. The dude responded with little circular motions with his body, and although he started off with murmured protests that I stop, he went silent pretty fast. I then started working the ointment in gently with my fingers, and he sighed and let me know that was making his ass feel a lot better.

Without letting loose of his cock, which was growing in size, I moved the basin of water from under him, picked up a towel, and slowly and completely toweled him off.

"There. That's made a new man of you," I said cheerfully, as I moved back in front of him, still engaging his cock in my left hand. "Now, how's the arm strain?"

He allowed as his arms were quite tired and implored me again to let him down off the hook.

"Can't do that, Dude," But I can take the strain off them for a while, if you'd like. Yeah, he said, that would be great. I let loose of his cock then, which was probably just about as big as it was going to get, and reached down and brought his legs up, folding them at the knees and hoisting him high enough with my arms that his cock was in my face. That had been my plan all along, of course, and I took my lips and pushed his foreskin back with them and took his knob into my mouth.

"Hey come on, man—no more of the queer stuff."

I plopped his dick out of my mouth. "So, you want me to put the weight back on your arms."

"No."

"Then this is the tradeoff," I said. "Don't try to forget how much you liked it this afternoon." I then went back to work on his dick. Taking the knob back into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it, as I felt his intake of breath and a long moan escaped his lips. I then took more of him in and gave the sides of his cock some gentle teeth pressure. He was voluntarily pressing at me now, so I deep-swallowed him and gave him teeth pressure at the very root of his dick. It gave me added pleasure to know that I was nibbling at that little curlicue tattooed tail.

"Ah, man," he groaned. I then took my teeth away, got my tongue cupped under his rod opened up for him, inviting him to take control, to do the action. And that's what he did. He was fucking my face, all on his own. And I could tell by his "oh, yeses," and "God, that's goods" that he was fully into the moment. I already knew he was a fast shooter, so it didn't take him long to come. I let his legs back down and sank to my knees and went up behind his now-tumescent cock and gave his big balls some sucking and nibbling attention. And then I just stood up and walked out of the room.



House on Park Ch. 07



After tending to the needs of the bound burglar in the exercise room, I entered the living room of the house on Park to find that there had been an addition.

"The pizza came, and maybe soon the pizza man will come as well," Eric said cheerfully to me, as I walked in. Eric was sitting in the middle of the sofa and had a young guy, certainly no more than nineteen, astride his lap, both facing the TV set. Both were naked.

I gave Eric a meaningful look.

"No problem," Eric said cheerfully, "He's just turned nineteen, and his name is Red."

Appropriate name, I thought. The guy was a natural flaming red head, as attested by the big bush that surrounded his erect cock. The hair on his head was long and curly, but other than those two bushes, he was smooth as a baby and fair-skinned, but heavily freckled. He had a good build, although he wasn't heavy on the muscles. He probably was a basketball player. He gave me a bemused and disdainful look as if he was just trying out this man-to-man stuff for the first time, just to see how it might work out.

Eric was slouched forward on the sofa down under the guy so that his own cock jutted up from under that of Red's. Red's cock was a real attention getter. Long and slender, its astonishing attribute was that it took a curve back up toward his belly when erect. That would be an interesting feel in an ass, I thought. Eric had his arms loosely wrapped around him, and he was fondling Red's chest and belly. Claude was sitting to the right of Eric and the pizza man and turned a bit toward them. He still had his silk shorts on, but the front of these were tented up and Red was giving them an occasional apprehensive look. Claude's left arm was strung along the top of the sofa and under Eric's neck, and most of his attention was on the football game. All except for his right hand, which was cupping Eric's and Red's rods together and was gently stroking them as if they were one cock.

I walked over and sat down on the sofa on the other side of Eric and threw my right arm across the top of the sofa behind Claude's arm. Eric turned his face to me, and we went into a long kiss. The pizza guy tensed up, and I could tell he was getting a little worried about the size of the group and quite probably about the size of whatever Claude had there in his shorts. With my left hand, I joined Eric's roaming, rubbing, massaging, prodding, and tweaking of Red's chest and belly. Then I moved my hand down into his bush and traveled around in there a while. Eric and I came out of our kiss, and I started nibbling on Red's left nipple. He gave a little lurch as my left hand came out of his thatch at the root of his cock. As Claude had done, I encircled both cocks at their root and gave them a little shake. Claude's hand came back and encircled both cocks below where I had a purchase and we stroked in unison briefly. Eric relaxed, but the pizza guy remained pretty tense.

The TV went to commercial, and Claude stood up, stretched, and said he'd go dispatch the dude in the gym. I certainly hoped he meant that he was letting the dude go, rather than that his was going to dispatch him in the same manner he had earlier that day.

When Claude had left, I felt Red relax under my hand and lips. I scooted off the edge of the sofa and went down on my knees in front of Eric and Red. I started at the young guy's nipples and slowly licked my way down his belly and into that fiery-red thatch. I lifted both cocks with my hand and went for the balls. I managed to get a ball of each of them into my mouth and sucked them into my cheeks. Red voiced objections, and his hands went to my head to pull me away, but Eric got his arms under Red's and pinned them up over his head.

"Relax, Guy," I growled after I'd plopped the balls out of my mouth. "If I lose my concentration down here, you could get hurt." I slapped him on the belly with the back of my hand, and he flung a dirty word at me.

"Watch your mouth," I said, as I took both of his balls in my hand and pulled them out sharply and gave them a little squeeze. He gasped.

"I said relax." And he did, collapsing like a deflated balloon.

I did some more gentle double work on their balls and then, bunching their dicks together again at the root with one hand, I got my mouth around both of their dick heads, having to force Red's cock into a straighter position to do so. I did some double dipping, running my tongue around both knobs and giving attention to the piss slits in succession. Red was doing some squirming and panting, but Eric was thoroughly enjoying himself and was keeping the pizza guy pinned with his arms. I was about to see how deeply I could throat this combined package, when Eric drew my attention to the tube of fuck lubricant on the table beside the sofa. Ignoring Red's questions of what that was, I reached over, opened the tube, took out an extra-large glob and started working it into both assholes that presented themselves under the cocks I was holding in my mouth.

The pizza guy was protesting and making definite "no" sounds until I nipped at one of his balls again and then he went silent, with just an occasional moan or whimper.

While I worked the ointment in with one hand, I continued holding the two cocks together with the other, and put my mouth into a churning, circular motion around the two rods, rubbing them together, and swirling down further, further toward their roots. I had most of both in when I felt Red tense as if he was ready to shoot off. I plopped the dicks out of my mouth and said, "No, don't you dare shoot off yet." We all held position, both Eric and the young guy now panting and twitching, until all had calmed down.

Then Eric gave a "Now" direction and lifted Red's chest up and out. In the same movement, I lifted the pizza guy by his buttocks, and positioned his asshole at the tip of Eric's hard on. Red was giving little yip, yip sounds, not fully comprehending what was happening. As I spitted his asshole on Eric's cock a good two inches in the first push, though, Red understood enough to let out a big gasp and a little scream.

"Stop screaming, and put your mouth on mine and open your lips to me, or I'm going to jam you right down," I instructed. I hadn't liked that snotty look he'd given me when I'd first come in the room. The young guy gave me a wild-eyed look now, but when our lips joined and I pressured his open, he did open his lips to me. Then in one movement, I went ahead and jammed his buttocks down on Eric's rod, Eric thrust up to meet that movement, and I forced my tongue into Red's mouth. There was muffled screaming and a good bit of writhing on Red's part, which only helped Eric go in deeper and deeper. When I could feel Eric's pubic hair meet the pizza guy's buttocks, I brought my tongue out of his mouth and went into a more tender kiss. Our lips parted and he collapsed back onto Eric's chest. He had managed to take all of Eric's length and width, and the lubricant was increasingly loosening him up. He relaxed as he became more comfortable with his circumstances and even, now, could begin to feel the pleasure. My lips went to his nipples, which were now fully erect, and he moaned with pleasure. With my hands under his buttocks, I started rocking him back and forth, first side to side and then front to back, and he opened up more and could feel the pleasurable friction of Eric's rod. Then I started, ever so slowly an up and down, in and out movement.

Eric felt he was able to give Red back the use of his arms at this point. And that also gave him the opportunity to take control of the fuck. He brought his hands down between mine and the young guy's buttocks and took over the motion of Red's pelvis. The pizza guy's arms wrapped around me, and he scratched his nails down each side of my spine, reaching as low as he could. He couldn't get anywhere interesting, though, so he snaked his left hand around to my nipple and mimicked the circular motion I was performing on his own. With his right hand, he dove for my cock, and was rewarded with success. I gasped as he cupped it, squeezed and then jerked it. I grabbed for his cock, in turn, and once again felt a ripple of pleasure at the way it curved up.

On impulse, I grabbed for the tub of fuck lubricant, lathered my own hole up, and disengaged from the pile. I jumped up on the sofa, went down on my calves, facing the TV, and, straddling Eric and the pizza guy, put my hand back and grabbed Red's cock and slowly descended my butt down to his cock head and slid back and down. We all gave a little jerk and shudder when Red entered me, but I sighed with pleasure as his long, slender rod slid right in. The bent cock was a whole new pleasure for me, and I could tell he got a thrill out of this too. It didn't go straight in; I could feel his dick head drag along the back of my ass chute as it entered. When he was all the way in, Eric and I set up a counter rhythm that had the pizza guy squeaking with pleasure. Eric would push Red's pelvis up, pulling Eric's cock out, on the same stroke that I thrust down in my squat, pushing Red's rod further in. We hadn't been at this for very long when Claude reentered the room and, seeing the action, squatted in front of me, took my cock into his mouth, and started giving me vigorous head. He could see that he needed to play catch up, and he was right. Eric, Red, and I didn't come simultaneously, but it was a close race. We collapsed on the sofa and Claude just stood there, looking down at us, those silk shorts tented out.

The pizza guy clearly thought he was done here indeed he was sure to have thought he'd already gotten more than he imaged would happen and he got up gingerly and with a few grunts as if to gather his things and leave, but Claude was still standing there between him and the door, very close to him.

Red looked into Claude's eyes with an apprehensive look but couldn't keep his eyes from running down the huge chest of the giant and to those tented shorts.

"I know you're curious, Guy," Claude said, with a grin, "So let's just satisfy that curiosity." Then he took both of Reds hands and stuffed them down the front of his shorts. Red gasped and his legs got a little rubbery by what his fingers encountered down there. He looked up into Claude's eyes with a look of both fear and admiration, and Claude, still holding the young man's hands in his shorts, brought his face down to his and gave him that same tender, full-tongued kiss that I had so enjoyed in my first encounter with Claude. Red's hands jerked, as he felt that the kiss had filled out Claude's desire even more than when the young man's hands had first touched that mighty oak.

Claude came out of the kiss, laughed, and, with a hearty, "And so, to the showers," picked Red up, threw him over his shoulder and headed for the stairs. Red lifted his head and gave Eric and me a pleading look. His long arms were dangling down, and he grabbed Claude's butt cheeks through the silk shorts to maintain his balance. If he thought this was going to cool Claude down, he was sorely mistaken.

"Should we join him?" I asked Eric.

"Naw, let him have his own fun," Eric answered. "I sure we can think of something to do ourselves." And Eric was right. We did some kissing and fondling and back and forth on the sofa for a while and then, just naturally, found ourselves in the 69 position, and practiced some synchronized face fucking, ball rolling, and orifice fingering. When we were spent, I drifted off into sleep.

When I awoke, the room was dim, and the house seemed very quiet. It had been a great day, but it was time to shower off one last time and hit the road. But first I'd find the guys and see what they were up to. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard some noises from the back of the house and padded into the gym.

The pizza guy was still on delivery, I could see. They'd pulled out the parallel bars and had him trussed up on that apparatus like a pig over a fire. He was laid out on top of the bars, face down. His arms were wrapped around the bars and strapped down so that he was locked into position. His legs were draped back over the bars behind or would have been draped back over the bars if Claude wasn't holding them out over the bars at the widest angle possible to give him purchase. One of the bench presses had been moved under and between the bars back there, and Claude was standing on it and hunched over Red a bit to gain the best angle for his fuck. His cock was a good five or six inches up the guy's ass already, but Claude was in a rest period, probably having taken some time to get the depth he'd already achieved. Red was laying limp across the bars, although the sweat that was running off him attested to the ordeal he'd had to this point. Part of his ordeal was that the other end of him was getting attention as well. The other bench press had been placed between and under the bar under Red's chest and head, and Eric was standing on this bench. He had his hands buried in the pizza guy's flaming red mop, with his head pulled up and back an angle that had allowed the deep-throating of Eric's cock. He was just about all the way in, so he was making a little more progress than Claude was.

Claude saw me at the door and asked if I couldn't give him a little help. Why not, I thought. I still remembered that I didn't particularly like the pizza guy's attitude. I went over, slid under the bars, reached up, grabbed Red's butt cheeks, and pulled them as far apart as possible. He shuddered and twitched as Claude grunted and stuffed his sausage farther in.

"Thanks," Claude said. "I think that's done it. Yes, sliding right in now. In, in, in, there. Ah, that red hair tickles. There. Now out just a bit and see if it can get back in. There, yes, ah, that fuck ointment feels good, and I think he's opening a bit more now. Ah, yes. Okay, out a couple of inches, and then slowly back in. Y-e-s." Red was twitching and was all tense.

"Hey, Guy," I called up to him. "Just try to relax. It will be better if you relax and open up. It's a glorious fuck, Red. This is one that you will remember forever. You just have to relax. He's not going to really hurt you. None of us is going to hurt you."

I felt sorry for him then and reached up and cupped his curved dick in my hand and stroked around and up, taking the glans gently in my fingers and putting my thumb on his piss slit. There was a little moisture there, but not enough to play much without hurting him. I put my lips on the tip and swirled my tongue around the glans, adding moisture. The cock began to stiffen and increase its curve almost immediately.

Eric spoke, "You in, Claude?"

"Yeah. He's a good fuck. He's relaxing; I'll be able to pump pretty soon. Ugh. Tightened right up again. Here, maybe this will help." Claude swung Red's legs down and folded them out in front of him, outside the bars. I could feel that this opened him up a little more.

Eric spoke again. This time to the pizza guy. "Okay, Red. I'm coming out most of the way, and I want you to be nice to my head. I want you to lightly suck it and run your tongue around it. Yes. Ah, yes. Now, feel the slit at the tip? Take the tip of your tongue and try to get it in there. Oh, yes, yes. That feels so good. You've got such a sweet tongue. Now, get it under my dick and slowly stroke it down to the root as I slide in. A-h-h-h. Oh, honey, that's great. You give good head."

I gave the pizza guy slow and gentle head myself, while Claude started to pump, lengthening his strokes and increasing the speed. Eric came first, and exchanged his dick for a soft mouth; Red came second, and Claude came last.

I let loose of Red's butt cheeks and came out from under the bars after he'd cum. I had my tongue in Claude's ass when he came. He slowly pulled his thunder buster out of Red's ass, and I could clearly hear the sucking sound as it came out. The pizza guy's hole was wide and loose, and he seemed to have taken the ultimate screw very well. But, was this really the ultimate screw, I thought. I looked at that hole pensively. Claude helped Red bring his legs down onto the bench press, and he asked to have his arms untied.

"In a while, Red, Eric replied. I haven't had my dip in that hole yet."

The guy started to object, but Claude slapped him on the butt and told him to be quiet. Eric scooted the other bench press out from under the parallel bars and pulled it over into the center of the room. He laid down on it on his back, and I walked over and straddled him in the 69 position and gave him head to pump him back up, while he licked my balls and rimmed my ass. When Claude could see Eric was erect again, he unstrapped Red's arms and manhandled him over to the bench. I got off of Eric, and Claude pushed Red down into a crouch above Eric, and I helped insert Eric's cock into his hole. Red was still so wide from Claude's drilling that Eric's rod just slurped on in. I told Red to stand perfectly still, while Claude walked around to the head of the bench and directed him to kiss his cock and give him some head. Eric could reach Claude's drooping balls and worked on them with his mouth and one hand, while he wrapped his other hand around Red's cock. I put my hands under Eric's butt cheeks and raised and lowered them and moved them back and forth so that his rod dipped around in Red's ass.

I kept on thinking about the concept of whether Claude's screw had been the ultimate fuck for this smart-assed guy, however, and decided that maybe we could do a little better. And thinking about what might be better stiffened my own cock right up. I dropped Eric's butt cheeks and his cock dropped down to the lower end of the hole without losing much of its depth. I then spread my hand over Red's left butt cheek in a steadying hold, took my hardened cock in my right hand, and inserted the head above Eric's cock in the pizza guy's ass, while I mouthed "double fuck" across the bodies to Claude. Claude moved his hands down along Red's side to his waist and held him steady there in his grip. Red still tried to buck when I entered him, but we weren't giving him much room to maneuver. Eric figured out what was going on as well, and snaked his hands around Red's thighs to hold him in place there. Eric stopped reaching for Claude's balls with his mouth, and dug his heels into the carpet, ready to raise his hips when I was ready. I encased the root of both Eric's and my cocks around my fingers to hold the two rods together and slowly pushed the two cocks into Red's hole, with Eric rising up to the hole with his pelvis, as I pushed him. It was a much tighter fit now, and Red gasped and started to swear. Claude brutally took Red's mouth into his and used his tongue as a gag. Once in a good four inches, I released our cocks and let them work on their own. We pushed in, in unison until we were both in to the root.

I pushed down on Red's back with my chest until he was firmly sandwiched between us, and Eric's mouth replaced Claude's as an effective gag. I grabbed Red's upper arms and pinned them above his head, while Claude came around behind me and held his thighs forward and up. When Eric and I were well in, we both began a slow pumping action, but like the pistons of an engine. While Eric was pulling out, I was pushing in. The friction of this on my cock was driving me wild, and I could tell Eric and Red were enjoying it to. I don't know when Claude had let go of the guy's legs, but I soon felt his big strong fingers playing with my ass, and, shortly after that, the feel of Claude's enormous dick head pressing on my back door, and I just widened my leg stance and let him in. A short time after that still, I could feel one of his hands coming up from under my balls and he inserted fingers alongside Eric's and my cocks as they were stuffed in Red's hole. The pizza guy did some more squirming, which just helped make us all cum in quick succession, and we tumble in different directions off the bench press, and laid there panting, regaining our composure. Now, I thought, the pizza guy had finally felt his ultimate fuck.




House on Park Ch. 08



Later, in the middle of the night, I was gently brought out of sleep by hands caressing my body.

"No, that's naughty, Eric," I whispered. "You promised to let me get some sleep."

But I had instinctively reached for his cock to give it a caress, and was surprised out of my gourd when I discovered it wasn't Eric. The cock wasn't cut. I sat up in bed to come face to face with the tattooed burglar dude.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I whispered. "I thought you'd know better than to show up here again. Claude will split you in two if he finds you here again."

"Shhh," the dude whispered. "You were right. I went back to my lady and banged her all evening. And, although it was great sex, it didn't feel anything like it did with you. I gotta have more, and you gotta teach me that blow job action until I get it right."

I chuckled and turned to sit up in bed . . . and stopped chuckling. My feet had been spread-eagled and tied to the bedposts. Before I could react, the dude had another silk scarf around a wrist and had that one attached to another bedpost. I started to cry out, and he stifled that attempt in a deep-tongue kiss, as the last limb got tide up. The scarves were long, though, and didn't keep my limbs taut; they just kept me on the bed and from using the combined force of my limbs. Out came another scarf and the dude had me gagged.

"I hope later we can get rid of these," he whispered. "But I'm dying to do something, and I didn't know if you'd let me otherwise."

Out came the fuck lubricant that he must have found downstairs, and he flipped it out on the bed beside me. I'd worn the silk shorts to bed, that they posed little problem to him. His hands were strong. He just bunched up the material in his two hands and ripped the shorts apart. My cock, already half hard, just jumped up and slapped onto my belly when it was free. The lubricant tube came open; he squeezed out a glop, and started right to applying it to my ass. Not knowing what he was doing, he was a little rough, and went deeper than he should have at first, without being patient, and I did some grunting. But I wasn't really all that displeased.

He shushed me, and than lay out fully extended on top of me for several minutes, both to give the lubricant time to act and to build up the courage to take the active role for the first time on another man. I could feel both of our cocks rising. I was a little worried about the thickness of his but knew the length would be no problem. He scooted up on me and put the fingers of both of his hands into my hair and started massaging my scalp and temples. It felt good and helped me to relax. I wondered where he had learned this. He kissed both of my eyelids, nibbled a bit at my earlobes, and buried his face in my neck. He found the pressure point of a major vein and laid a sucking kiss on it. My cock stood right up at attention on that one. That was a move I didn't know. He worked his kisses down to my nipples and then down my belly and into my groin and my balls. I was dying for him to get to my cock, but, sensing my desire, he whispered.

"Later. We'll do the cock later when you're free. If you want."

He did, though, do a little work there now. He went up on his knees straddling me, his calves encasing and pushing in my legs. He took his cock and laid it alongside mine, with both standing straight up, encircled the two with both hands, and gently squeezed and did a little up and down movement with his pelvis that caused friction between the two rods. Ah, that felt good. Then he released the cocks, fanned his hands out on my lower belly, and slowly worked them up and over my pecs in a massaging action, ending up with massaging my shoulder and neck muscles. He then came up above me on his knees, and started to gently masturbate above me, fully in my view.

I watched, amazed, as his cock grew bigger and thicker than I had remembered it to have become the previous afternoon. He beat his own meat until he shot off, all over my belly and chest. He then took my torn shorts and wiped me off. He did a repeat number of nibbling me down from head to toe until he began to harden again. He then went back on his knees, got a glop of the lubricant from the tube and rubbed his cock down until it was big and thick again. This was followed by a repeat of the massaging of my chest, shoulder, and neck.

I wasn't sure if this was as far as he was going to take this, or if he was just building up the courage to completely cross over to the more liberated side, but I don't think I could be more relaxed than I was at that moment, so I didn't really care much. Which was a good thing, because this time when he went up on his knees, he slid my torso down the bed as far as the restraints would permit, put his arms under my legs, lifted them and dove for my asshole with his cock. He missed the first two times, but the third time was a charm. He briefly had to stop when he first entered me, because he was just too thick and became stuck. But his answer to this problem, now that he had purchase, was just to lift my butt off the mattress and plunge forward.

I grunted and tried to cry out through the silk gag and felt that I was being split apart, but I loved it as he just plowed down to the root and, without taking a second to adjust, started pumping hard, staying deep. Although he was thick enough to fill my ass passage from side to side to the limit, the loose-skin suction sensation of an uncut cock was deeply pleasurable. Three minutes, and it was over. My insides were lubricated by strong, full squirts of semen, and he collapsed on top of me in shuddering spasms. The dude's first male fuck; I'm glad to have been part of it. He could get it refined later, but I liked it just fine the way it was.

After a moment, he rolled off to the side of me, and stroked me from my nipples down by belly and to my balls.

"So, are you going to scream and give me away, if I take the gag off?" he whispered.

I shook my head and looked directly into his eyes. He took the gag off, and we kissed.

"Are you going to run off on me if I untie your hands?" he whispered.

"Nope," I responded. "I'd give you another blow job right here, right now, even with the restraints."

He tested my pledge immediately. Straddling my shoulders, he knelt on my chest and presented his pecker, which now was tumescent.

"Put your balls in my mouth," I directed. He pulled his big bags up, and I leaned forward and drew both of them in and moved them to my cheeks. He gave a little gasp, but he gave a bigger one, when I snaked my tongue out of my mouth and flicked at and up the base of his cock as far as I could go, which was pretty far considered how stubby he was in tumescence. He was so shocked I had done this that he started to pull away, and wound up with a flash of pleasure-pain as this just pulled at his balls. I continued with this process, as he thickened again, and, when satisfied he had something I could keep control of, I expunged his balls, raised my head, and got my mouth over the head of his uncut cock. I pushed his foreskin down with my lips and started sucking and tongue-flicking his glans and piss slit.

The dude arched back, supporting himself on his left arm, and slid his right hand down my belly, and encircled and stroked my cock. I took more of his rod in, which was still expanding and pumped up and down with my mouth. The dude rose back up and slid his left hand up my left arm and released the restraint. I put that hand up on his face, cupping his cheek, and opening his lips with my thumb, which he gave some suck. Then, I rewarded him by going straight for the base of his pecker, putting pressure on it and stroking up to meet the downward pumping. He rewarded me by releasing my other hand. And I, in turn, rewarded myself by coming right up with my chest, throwing him back off balance in front of me, grabbing him under the knees and throwing him on his back at the end of the bed, coming up on my knees, doubling his legs up and trapping them with my shoulders and chest, reaching down with my right hand, taking my cock, stuffing it in his asshole, and plunging and plunging and plunging, and squirting, until we both fell back on the bed, laughing as silently as we could.

We went to sleep entangled in each other's arms, but I was alone when I awoke the next morning. No one was in Eric and Claude's room, and I showered and put on the clothes I'd arrived in and descended the stairs. Claude was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. He was nude and looking might fine.

"Where's Eric?" I asked. "I'm about to leave and thought I should say good-bye to him."

Claude lowered the paper and peered at me. "He's out in the garage in back, I think. Tinkering with the Triumph."

The Triumph?

I walked on back to a garage at the back of the lot and, sure enough, there was Eric, dressed only in cut-offs and moccasins, tinkering in the engine of an old Triumph convertible undoubtedly the Triumph I'd come to this town to buy.

"Sure," he answered to my query, "I'm the one who's got the Triumph to sell. Did they mess up the address in the newspaper ad?"

We both walked around the classic car, lovingly caressing it with our hands as if it were a favorite lover. I asked him how much he wanted for the car, and he named a price that was pushing my limit. I hesitated in responding.

"But, I'll tell you what," he finally said. "I'll take 10 percent off the price if you'll let me do you on the trunk of this car, right now, like you did me on the trunk of the Tempest yesterday."

"Sold!"