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Married for Third Ch. 01

By: Ken Nitsua



 K. Nitsua. Copyright 2011 by the author.



Part One: Initiation

Brad saw them almost as soon as he walked into the hotel bar. Sid and Walt were sitting together at a table by the window. They smiled and waved almost at the same time, and stood as he reached them.

"Good to see you in person at last, Brad," Walt said, as they shook hands. He was the older of the two, in his early forties, hair just beginning to be touched with gray. The pictures he'd sent had shown a handsome man and they hadn't lied. 

Brad turned to Sid and offered his hand. Sid smiled and took it. "Ditto," he said. Sid was a bit younger than Walt, probably in his thirties, taller than his friend and a bit beefy in build. Brad was relieved that they didn't have gym bodies, but looked like real people. He exercised regularly and thought he looked pretty good, but knew he'd never be featured in any fitness magazine.

They sat and Brad ordered a beer. The three men chatted over drinks, covering the usual subjects of men getting to know each other: their jobs and their families. Brad knew some of this already. He had exchanged a few e-mails and photos with Walt since he first replied to the "Married for Third" personal ad he'd seen on Craigslist. He was here because Walt had invited him to meet him and his friend Sid face to face.

After a while there was a lull in their conversation. Brad saw the other two exchange a glance. Walt turned to him and smiled. "Well, Brad, it's a real pleasure visiting with you."

Brad said, "So is this my cue to leave?" He tried to hide his disappointment.

"Oh no!" Walt said. His embarrassment was genuine. "Just the opposite, in fact. Sid and I were just about to suggest we continue this upstairs, right, Sid?"

Sid nodded vigorously in agreement. "Absolutely. If that's okay."

Brad nodded, relieved. "Well, I hope you all can tell I'm sold on this idea. If you're sold on me."

Walt's gaze was steady. "You're a very attractive man, Brad. Sid and I are looking forward to getting even better acquainted. Shall we?"

As they walked through the lobby and toward the elevators, Brad asked, "So tell me again how you guys met?"

"Golf," Sid said. "Our families belong to the same club. One day my regular partner had an emergency and canceled at the last minute. Walt was around and volunteered to take his place so I wouldn't lose my spot. You could say we really hit it off," he said, grinning at his friend.

By now they were in the elevator. Walt said, "Of course it didn't happen right then. We kind of gradually figured out that, though we were both happily married, we were interested in a little more. Just now and then."

"I caught him checking me out in the locker room shower one day," Sid laughed. "One thing led to another, and here we are."

"As you can imagine, we don't see each other all that often," Walt continued. "Anyone who joins us can't expect a regular thing. Sometimes things can free up on short notice and we get together on the spur of the moment.

"So today is really an exception. We've got a room and we've got the whole evening. Sure looking forward to it." He smiled, moving closer, and patted Brad on his butt, just as the elevator door opened on their floor.

Walt's and Sid's room was a suite. When they were inside the two friends turned to Brad. "Why don't you wait here a moment? We'll be right back."

"Do you want me to..." Brad asked.

Walt winked at him. "Not just yet. Sit. Make yourself comfortable. Have a drink," he said, pointing at a refrigerator under the TV.

They walked into the bedroom and shut the door. Brad did as Walt suggested and sat on the couch. His heart was thumping and he couldn't sit still. He opened the refrigerator and got himself a bottle of Perrier, just for something to do. He'd taken a sip or two and put the bottle down when the door opened again.

Brad looked up and his jaw dropped. His two friends were standing side by side, smiling. Stark naked. Sid was built like a linebacker, with bulging biceps, thighs and pectorals. The fur Walt's chest was tinged with gray like his hair, his stomach a bit soft but still modest. Actually Brad's eyes were focused further down. Sid had told him Walt was hung and he had been telling the truth-his cut cock was only half hard but already it was enormous. Sid's equipment was pretty impressive too. Brad licked his suddenly dry lips. He shifted, trying to relieve the sudden, painful pressure in the front of his jeans. He was blushing with embarrassment, sure that his friends would be disappointed when they finally saw what he had to offer.

"Want to come on in the bedroom?" Walt asked.

Brad nodded. He got up and followed them through the door. The bedroom had one king-sized bed with a couple of towels, a small bottle of lube, a bottle of poppers and condoms already unwrapped and ready laid on the spread. Walt and Sid turned to him at the same time.

"Looks like you could get a little more comfortable," Walt observed, looking down at the bulge in the front of Brad's jeans.

"Looks like," Brad agreed, looking into Walt's eyes. As if on cue Sid moved around behind him. His arms encircled Brad's waist and his hands began to unbuckle his belt.

Walt pulled Brad's polo shirt out of his jeans and slid his hands up the other man's chest. His fingers found Brad's nipples and squeezed. Brad gasped and Walt grinned.

"You like that?" he said. Brad nodded. His heart was thumping so loudly he thought Walt and Sid might be able to hear it. Walt raised a hand and stroked his cheek.

"You are a fine looking man," he said in a low voice, before putting his lips to Brad's. As they kissed Sid slid one hand under the waistband of Brad's bikini briefs and grasped his hardening cock. "Nice," he said in Brad's ear. "Hot underwear too." He knelt and pulled Brad's sneakers off before pushing his jeans and briefs down his thighs. Brad's cock sprang upward, a drop of clear fluid oozing from the pink circumcised head. Walt stopped making out with Brad long enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. He smiled. "How are you doing?" he asked.

Brad let his breath out in a whoosh, shaking his head. "Awesome."

Sid chuckled from behind him. "Wait, it gets better." He turned Brad's head with his hand and pressed his mouth hard to the other man's, thrusting his tongue inside. Meanwhile Walt fell to his knees and swallowed Brad's erection. Brad let out a muffled moan, his mouth still locked with Sid's. Walt blew him for a few minutes, then just as Brad started to feel dangerously close to cumming, stopped, stood up and gently pushed him into a sitting position on the bed. His two buddies stood in front of him, their erect cocks bobbing a few inches in front of his face. He leaned forward and took Sid's into his mouth.

"Mmm," Sid said, grabbing his head. After a few moments he guided Brad onto Walt's cock and made out with his friend while Brad got used to having his mouth stretched. Walt pulled his cock out and got Brad on his back, feet on the floor. He and Sid climbed onto the mattress and looked down into Brad's face.

"We've talked a bit already. You know what we'd like to do now, right?" Walt asked.

Brad nodded.

"Sid and I are both versatile-one of the reasons we play so well together." He grinned at his friend. "We both love to watch the other in action, though. We've had a fantasy of tag teaming a guy who'd be willing to bottom for both of us. Are you up for that?"

He shrugged and smiled. "Like I said before, I'll do anything you guys want."

"Good man," Walt said. "I think this is going to be real hot."

"Can I ask a favor, though?" Brad said.

"Sure. What?"

Brad looked at Walt's massive organ. "Can Sid go first?"

They laughed. "Fair enough," Walt said. "At least you're willing to try."

"Oh, I want that thing in me. Bad," Brad said. "I have to work up to it, though."

"That's part of the fun," Sid said, hooking his hands under Brad's armpits and hoisting him up. He positioned himself between Brad's legs and lifted them into the air. "We'll get you loosened up, don't worry."

His head disappeared between Brad's thighs and a moment later he groaned as Sid's tongue found his asshole. Sid was an expert ass eater, tongue licking, flicking and teasing the sensitive flesh, finally pushing as far as it could go into the opening. Brad whimpered and thrashed in Walt's arms as Sid continued his oral assault. Finally he drew back, his scruffy smiling face wet with spit. "Fuck, you taste great," Sid said. His own cock jutted up between his legs.

Sid took the small bottle of lube that was lying on the spread and squeezed a handful out. He thrust first one, then two fingerfuls up Brad's ass, working the prostate gland and causing Brad's cock to ooze clear precum onto his stomach. "So, Brad. How do you want it?"

Brad looked Sid in the eye. "Any way you want to give it to me."

Sid grinned. "We're going to give it to you every way we can, buddy. I like the way you are just fine to start, though." He pulled his fingers out, picked up a condom and hooded himself in one smooth motion. Walt, who had moved behind Brad's head, reached up and pulled his calves back until he was bent double, his lubed asshole totally exposed and vulnerable. Sid knelt between Brad's legs and looked down.

"Damn, that's hot." Brad felt the blunt head of Sid's organ press against his ring, then gasped as it broke through and slid inside. A sharp pain knifed through his insides and he cried out.

"You okay?" Sid asked.

Brad nodded, smiling through gritted teeth. "Just give me a minute." He took quick deep breaths, willing himself to relax. In a moment the hurt passed and he took hold of Sid's hips, pushing him further in.

"You got it all, buddy," Sid said, his balls pressed against Brad's butt. "How's it feel?"

Brad's breath was coming in quick gasps, his heart pounding. "Great."

Walt's smiling face appeared above him, upside down. "You're doing great." He bent and took one of Brad's nipples into his mouth. Brad caressed Walt's torso. His cock was rock hard, even though he hadn't touched it for minutes. He took hold of it. Right away Walt's hand was around his wrist, gently but firmly pulling his hand away.

"Not yet," he said. Before Brad could object, he put a small brown uncapped bottle under his nose. "Take a hit of this."

Brad pinched one nostril shut and inhaled deeply. The sharp odor was followed by spreading warmth in his face. He lay back, looking at nothing, as Sid began to pound his ass.

"Fuck him," Walt said, spread-eagling Brad's arms and pinning his wrists to the mattress. He leaned forward and kissed Sid. Brad raised his head as far as he could to watch Sid's hooded shaft slide in and out of his stretched hole. Sid was obviously enjoying himself, varying the pace, alternating between rapid shallow thrusts that massaged Brad's prostate and hard, deep fucking that caused him to grunt every time Sid slammed his cock home.

Walt pushed himself back on the bed to get a better view of the action. He jerked his still half-hard cock, taking a hit of the poppers as he watched his friend fuck Brad. "Save some for me," he told Sid.

Sid grinned. "Oh, this guy's got plenty left. Turn over. Doggie style now, bud," he said to Brad, pulling out. Brad obeyed, assuming the position on his hands and knees. He felt Sid slide his cock in again, easily this time, and braced himself against the renewed onslaught, dropping to his elbows. He peered back between his arms and saw his dangling cock and balls, swaying in rhythm to Sid's thrusts. He tightened his ass muscles around Sid's sliding shaft for more friction.

"Oh yeah," Sid cried. "Squeeze my dick, buddy. You've got a great hole-so hot and tight." He shoved Brad's head down to the mattress so that his ass was high in the air.

"Shit, Sid," Walt said, "You're getting me worked up here. When's my turn?"

Brad turned his head. "He's loosening me up pretty good."

"I haven't cum yet," Sid protested, but pulled out of Brad's ass. Walt had already hooded himself with a rubber and was applying lube. Brad looked at Walt's cock jutting up between his legs and felt himself getting nervous again. Walt caught his eye and nodded, understanding.

"Why don't we start with you on top?" he said.

"Okay." Brad moved toward Walt as he rolled over onto his back and straddled his belly, rising up on his knees and positioning Walt's stiff prick against his asshole. It had loosened up from Sid's fucking but still, he wanted to take this slow. He bent his knees and began to lower himself onto the cock. It pressed hard against his ring before he felt himself opening. "Oh, god," Brad moaned as the thick head stretched his hole to its limit, then cried out in pained delight as his sphincter closed abruptly around it.

Sid put the brown bottle under Brad's nostrils and he took another hit. As the flush from the poppers hit Brad expelled his breath in short puffs, willing himself to relax. He felt Walt's strong hands on his hips.

"I'm inside, baby," Walt murmured. "Just let yourself get used to it. Take it slow."

Brad opened his eyes and looked into Walt's smiling face. He nodded and tried to smile. "I'll get it." When he was ready he let himself descend further onto Walt's pole, little by little. Finally he felt himself pressing into the warm flesh of the other man's lower body. He reached around and took hold of Walt's balls, felt the end of the shaft entering his hole, stretched to enormous dimensions. An indescribable mix of pain and pleasure flared in his innards from being filled to his limit, Walt's penis pressing mercilessly against his prostate.

Brad threw his head back and laughed. "Damn, you're big," he said. The next moment he cried out again. Walt had taken his slick cock and given it a quick twist, causing Brad's ass to tighten in response.

Sid's face was in front of his, bathing him in warm breath. "Good man," Sid whispered. "Now you know how I feel when he does it to me." He put his mouth to Brad's and they exchanged a wet kiss as Walt began to fuck, thrusting his hips upward, sending shock waves through Brad's impaled body.

Brad's mouth opened and his eyes lost their focus as he surrendered to Walt's all-conquering cock. His own erection bobbed up and down as Walt's thrusts rocked his body, leaking a steady stream of clear fluid onto his partner's belly. Walt smiled, reaching up and tweaking his nipples. He grasped Brad behind his neck and brought him down to his face for another kiss.

"You doing okay?" Walt asked him when they broke apart.

"I'm going to feel this tomorrow," Brad told him. "Hope I don't give myself away at work by the way I'm walking."

Walt chuckled and gently slapped his cheek. "Naughty boy."

"Hey, what are you guys whispering about?" Sid protested good-naturedly.

"You, of course," Walt said. "I was telling him how you squeal when I fuck you."

Sid harrumphed in mock outrage. "I could tell him a few things about you too."

Walt reached out and squeezed Sid's organ. "You know I'm just kidding. Brad'll find out everything soon enough." He turned back to Brad. "Ready to stand up and take a bow?"

"Huh?" Brad replied, before he understood. "Sure." He lifted himself gingerly off Walt's cock, unfolded himself and got off the bed. In a moment Walt was standing by him, placing his hands on Brad's hips and turning him around. "Bend over," he said. Brad obeyed. He felt the pressure between his cheeks again and grunted as Walt filled him again with his hard cock, keeping a firm grip on his hips for leverage. Sid moved around to his front, stripping off his rubber. "Suck it," he commanded.

"Fuck yeah," Brad murmured, before he took Sid in his mouth. His two buddies settled into a back and forth rhythm as they stuffed both Brad's ass and face with hard cock. Brad held on to Sid's thighs for dear life as they pounded him at both ends. His eyes were closed, his brain drinking up every ounce of sensation. 

Walt bent down as he increased the pace of his thrusts. "You got me so hot, buddy. I'm fixing to cum. It's going to get rough. Can you take it?"

"Mm hmm," Brad moaned, his mouth still full of Sid's cock. He let go and said, "Give it to me."

"You asked for it," Walt said, and began to drill Brad's asshole, slamming into his butt cheeks and making his entire body shake. Brad cried out in pain, but the worst of the assault didn't last long as Walt first grunted rhythmically, then began to shout, "Oh...oh...OH FUCK HERE IT COMES!" He slammed all the way into Brad with one final huge thrust and held himself there, wrapping his arms around his partner's chest and squeezing the breath out of him. Brad felt Walt's chest heaving in release, his hot breath on his neck. The musk of Walt's sweaty arousal filled his nostrils.

They stood there, locked in that position, until Sid tapped Walt on the shoulder. "My turn," he said. He'd already hooded himself with a fresh condom. Walt pulled out of Brad's ass with a sigh and let Sid move into position behind Brad. Sid shoved his cock into Brad's stretched, abused hole without ceremony and began to thrust as he and Walt changed places, exchanging a kiss above Brad's head. Brad gave his softening cock a few strokes with his mouth before wrapping his arms around Walt's waist and hanging on as Sid rushed toward his own climax. It didn't take long for his other buddy to cum, dumping his load into the rubber in Brad's ass with strangled grunts, followed by pants and groans of pleasure. Finally Sid let his breath out with one tremendous exhalation. "Damn, you're fine," he announced.

"Stay inside him," Walt told his friend. He knelt and looked up into Brad's eyes. "Your turn." He took Brad's cock into his mouth and began to blow him with long, hard strokes, taking him down to the root each time. As Brad felt his orgasm gathering he felt the cock in his ass begin to move again. Walt's skillful mouth combined with Sid's hammering his prostate finally pushed him over the edge. He threw back his head and roared with delight as his cock let go with enormous, hot spurts down Walt's eager throat, writhing in Sid's arms as his whole body convulsed with the force of his climax.

Finally it was over. He went limp against the broad chest behind him. He felt Sid's cock slip out of his ass.

Walt's face was in front of his, a streak of Brad's cum running down from one corner of his mouth. Brad's eyes widened as Walt put his mouth to his and pushed his fresh load back in, coating both their tongues before forcing him to swallow it. He gasped as they broke apart, his mouth full of the salty bitter taste of his own semen.

Walt patted his cheek again. "You done good, buddy." He and Sid each took one of his arms and guided him back to the bed. They fell onto the mattress all together on their backs, bodies covered with sweat, chests still heaving from their recent exertions. Sid's cock still had its rubber hood on, filled with his cum.

Sid threw one arm across Brad's chest. "So," he said to Walt, "Think we should keep him around?"

Walt chuckled. "I think so. You okay with that, Brad?"

Brad said, "This was fantastic. You guys are fucking hot."

"Glad you think so." Walt turned to Brad. "You were a good sport to take all we threw at you. Of course you're not just going to be our fuck toy. Like I said, we're versatile. We'd like to do a lot more with you, Brad. If you're up for it."

"Absolutely," Brad said. "Well, maybe not right away..."

Sid laughed. "Us neither. I'd say we're pretty beat right now ourselves. Why don't we get cleaned up, go have some dinner, and then see what happens after?"

"Sounds like a plan to me." Brad put an arm around each of his friends' shoulders and kissed them in turn. He was looking forward to the rest of the evening.


Married for Third Ch. 01



...To be continued.



Married for Third Ch. 02



K. Nitsua. Copyright 2011 by the author.

Part 2: Exploration

After a while Walt got off the bed and announced, "I'm hitting the shower, guys." He walked into the bathroom. Sid and Brad listened as the sound of running water started. Sid turned to Brad and winked. "We should go join him."

"What, both of us? Won't it be kind of crowded?"

Sid shrugged. "Maybe, but if I go by myself Walt will get mad at me for neglecting our guest. And if you go," he leered, "I'll go crazy wondering what you all are up to. Tell you what, why don't we both go on in."

They got up and followed Walt into the bathroom. When they pulled the shower curtain aside Walt raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Get lonely?"

"Thought we'd join you," Sid said.

Walt smiled. "Well, that would be lovely. But won't three would be a bit crowded?"

Sid eyed the small bathtub. "Maybe you're right."

"Tell you what," Walt said, clapping Brad on the shoulder, "Why doesn't Brad join me first?" He turned to Sid. "You're welcome to wait here. Then I'll get out and you can get in."

Sid shrugged. "Okay." He sat on the toilet while Brad climbed into the tub. Walt picked up the soap and began to lather him up, letting his hands rove over Brad's body more than strictly necessary. When he took hold of Brad's cock, Sid cleared his throat noisily.

"What?" Walt said in an innocent tone.

"Save it for after dinner," Sid said. He got up. "It's my turn anyway."

"Okay." Walt winked at Brad and stepped out of the tub. Brad tried not to smile. He quickly got under the spray to rinse himself off as Sid got in with him. Walt, meanwhile, dried himself off and hitched the towel around his waist. "See you in a bit, guys," he said, and left.

Sid helped Brad rinse his back off by wiping it with a washcloth, but otherwise didn't touch him. Still, Brad felt his cock responding to having his burly body so near. When they changed places so Sid could rinse off after soaping up, their half-hard cocks brushed together. Sid gave Brad's organ a friendly squeeze.

"That's all for now," he said in a low voice. "You understand."

Brad shrugged. "Absolutely. All three of us play at the same time, I get it."

Sid nodded. "That's one of the ground rules for Walt and me. We don't want anyone to get jealous and spoil the fun."

"You guys are great together," Brad said.

Sid smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. "Thanks. Looking forward to more."

A while later the three of them were sitting over steaks and salads in the hotel restaurant. Walt had ordered a bottle of wine and they were finishing their second glasses. Conversation was flowing just as freely. Brad had found Walt and Sid easy to talk to from the beginning, but sharing their bodies made sharing other things that much easier.

"So you've never been with a woman, Brad?" Walt asked.

Brad shrugged. "Never wanted to, one bit. Guess I'm in that three percent or whatever it is."

"I'll be honest with you, we weren't sure at first we wanted a gay guy," Sid said.

"Why not?"

"We didn't want to deal with, well, you know, diseases."

Brad bridled. "You can take my word for it, I'm careful. And so are most of my buddies. We're the ones who died first, remember."

Walt held up a hand. "Sid didn't mean it that way. We know you're okay."

"Sorry, Brad," Sid said. "I was out of line."

"No harm," Brad said, calming down. "If you guys want proof, I'd be glad to supply it."

Walt looked at him thoughtfully. "We'd like that, Brad. Sid and I don't use protection when it's just us. It would be great to have a buddy we can trust enough to share everything with-including sperm," he said with a grin.

Brad felt his cock stirring as he looked into Walt's frank eyes. "I'd like that too."

Sid smirked. "Dude milk. Does a body good."

Brad laughed. "That's good. Never heard that."

He felt Walt's hand on his thigh. "Maybe we should skip dessert and go back up to the room."

"Hey, I like their chocolate cake," Sid objected.

Walt sighed in mock annoyance. "You and your sweet tooth."

"There's room service here, right?" Brad said.

Walt grinned first at him, then at Sid. "I like the way this guy thinks."

Sid shrugged, but his eyes were twinkling. "Okay, I get it. Milk first, then cake."

By the time the three of them got back to the suite upstairs they were pleasantly buzzed. Almost as soon as they got in the door Brad found himself in Walt's arms. His kiss was scented with alcohol.

"Ready for round two?" Walt murmured.

"Uh huh," Brad answered, reaching for Sid behind him. He didn't want to play favorites and he'd already sensed some jealousy from Walt's buddy. He felt Sid's arms around him, turning him. The other man's hands slid under his polo shirt, pinching his nipples and making him jump. Sid raised his eyebrows playfully. "Knew you'd like that."

Brad knelt in front of him, unbuttoning the fly of Sid's jeans and pulling them down. In a moment Sid's cock was in his mouth. Unbuckling his belt, Walt moved to Sid's side. Brad blew them both, switching from one hard prick to the other as the two married friends kissed and made out above him.

They left their clothes by the TV and moved into the bedroom. Walt climbed onto the bed and got on his knees and elbows. "Who wants to fuck me first?"

"Be my guest," Sid told Brad.

Brad shrugged and smiled. "We can take turns."

Walt said, "First let me suck that hot dick."

He beckoned to Brad, who obediently moved and stood by the side of the bed. Walt took hold of his hips and inhaled his cock down to the root. Brad held Walt's head and looked down at the other man's lips tightly sealed around his organ, sliding back and forth on his shaft, Walt's tongue lapping up the precum flowing from the head. He raised his head and saw Sid watching the scene, pulling on his own swollen cock. Sid caught his eye and smiled his encouragement.

After a while Brad pulled out and gently pushed on Walt's shoulders, getting him onto his back. Climbing onto the bed, he grabbed the other man's thighs from underneath and lifted Walt's legs in the air. In a moment Brad's head was down under Walt's balls, his tongue wetting the hair between his ass cheeks until it found the small, tight asshole. Brad felt it twitch as he began to wet it with his spit. Above him he heard Walt first murmur, then groan with pleasure.

"Eat that hole. Open me up. That's right."

The musky scent of Walt's hole and his moans made Brad's cock, which had softened a bit, instantly hard again. He shoved his tongue into the orifice as far as he could and was rewarded with a shout from above.

"Fuck yeah!"

Brad kept rimming Walt and jacking his cock until the older man was writhing and incoherent.

"Kiss me, buddy," Walt said. "Let me taste myself on you." In a moment they were each other's arms, their mouths plastered together, their tongues and lips sliding past each other with noisy slurps and squeaks.

"Fucking hot," Sid said, slipping a condom into Brad's hand. "You got him so wet, you won't need any more lube."

"No, make sure and put some on me," Walt told Brad. "I don't want you to tear me open with that thing of yours."

Brad made a gentle noise of contempt before he kissed Walt again. "Yeah right. You're sweet." He rose to his knees as he hooded himself with the rubber Sid had provided him and found the lube bottle on the bed. He pushed a fingerful up Walt's hole, nudging his prostate. Walt grunted with pleasure as he languidly pulled on his cock.

A quick swipe of lube over his hooded cock and Brad was ready. He pressed the tip of his erection against the soft flesh of his partner's hole and felt it yield. As his cock slid in he heard a low moan well up from Walt's chest. When Brad looked up Walt's head was on the mattress, his eyes rolling upward, his jaw slack with pleasure.

"Fuck that's nice," Walt whispered. "Go for it, buddy. Fuck me."

"You got it," Brad said, but he waited for a moment, enjoying the heat and tightness of Walt's hole as he sank in up to his balls. Finally he began to fuck, at first gently, then with increasing force until Walt's body was shaking under the assault, a grunt escaping from his throat every time Brad hit bottom.

"Give me yours too," Walt said to Sid, who had been standing by the bed watching them.

Sid grinned. "Thought you'd never ask." He climbed on the bed, straddled Walt's chest and fed him his organ. Stifled slurps and moans from the man lying on the bed mingled with Brad and Sid's panting as they fucked their friend's mouth and ass in tandem.

Brad tapped Sid on one broad shoulder. "Make him eat your hole," he said.

"Hot," Sid said, quickly turning around and lowering himself onto Walt's face. Brad saw Walt's tongue snake into the hairy crack between his friend's cheeks, saw Sid turn his face upward and close his eyes as he jacked his stiff prick. He reached for Sid and clamped his mouth to his. Sid in turn grabbed Brad's nipples, twisting and flicking them. It wasn't long before Brad broke away, crying, "Shit I'm cumming!" His thrusts increased to a frenzied pace as he unloaded in hard spurts into the rubber inside Walt's bowel.

"Fuck yeah!" Walt said as he felt Brad reach completion. His voice was partly muffled by Sid's hairy asshole still pressed against his mouth.

Sid leaned forward and grabbed Brad's neck. "Good man," he murmured into his ear. "Now it's my turn."

Still panting from his climax, Brad pulled out of Walt's ass, the condom on his dick ballooning at the end with cum. He got off the bed and stood aside as Sid took his place, his friend slathering his cock with lube, not bothering with a condom. He felt a twinge of envy at the thought of Sid fucking Walt bareback. As if reading his mind, Sid turned to him.

"Wish I could feel your spunk sloshing around in there, guy," he said to Brad. "Sloppy seconds would be hot. Next time for sure."

He turned back to Walt. "On your knees."

Walt looked back at Brad and winked. "His favorite." He assumed the position. Sid, standing behind the bed, grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. He grasped his cock and guided it toward its target. One push of Sid's hips and his prick slid smoothly into Walt's loosened hole. Walt moaned.

"Damn, two hot cocks up my ass in one evening. So fine."

Sid chuckled as he began to thrust into his friend. "You could take a dozen, you're such a slut." He grinned at Brad, who had moved around so he could get a better view. "He takes that as a compliment, right, Walt?"

Walt was up on his elbows, pushing back against Sid's assault, his head down, eyes closed in pleasure. He opened his eyes in response and smiled. "Damn right. Now fuck this slut ass."

"Uh huh. You're getting it good, buddy," Sid said, his breath hissing from between gritted teeth as he concentrated on delivering cock to Walt's ass. Brad watched Sid's glistening shaft slide in and out of the stretched hole with rapt attention. Though he had just cum moments before he felt himself getting hard.

Walt was looking at him again, flicking his tongue at him mischievously. "Strip off that rubber and let me clean you up, boy."

Brad pulled at the latex hooding his cock, which had softened enough that the rubber slid off without too much trouble. He carefully placed it in a nearby wastebasket before climbing onto the bed in front of Walt and spreading his legs. He gasped when Walt bent down and took him into his mouth, his cock still tender from his recent climax. The other man understood and blew him gently for a few moments before letting him go.

"I thought you were going to wait until you knew I was safe," Brad said.

Walt grinned up at him, Brad's spunk glistening on his chin and lips. "Not swallowing. You get to take it back," he replied, pulling Brad's face to his. They swapped cum back and forth before Brad swallowed his own load, his mouth filled with the salty taste of his juice.

"On your feet, cum pig," Sid said, who hadn't stopped fucking Walt's ass while the two friends were snowballing. He pulled at Walt's hips until both men were standing, still joined, next to the bed. Walt bent and grabbed the edge of the mattress with both hands. Sid looked down, his whole concentration on his cock and what it was doing to the ass in front of him. Brad felt the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. He could tell Sid was going for it and wouldn't last much longer.

He had an idea and slid quickly off the bed. Dropping to the floor, he crawled between Walt and the bed, bracing his back against the side of the mattress. Walt's huge cock and balls were in front of his face, swinging in rhythm with Sid's fucking. Behind them he could glimpse Sid's balls sliding back and forth. Brad opened his mouth and engulfed as much of Walt's cock as he could. It was semi-soft but hardened quickly as he sucked on it. His hands reached up and found Walt's nipples.

"Oh god," Walt gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation of being sucked and fucked at the same time. "Fuck that's good. Going to cum. Yeah...yeah...Oh fuck here it comes!"

Brad felt the steely flesh stretching his mouth to the limit come to life, throbbing as it began to unload its cargo. His encouraging moan turned into a choking gurgle as Walt's jizz filled his mouth and ran down his chin. He gagged and sputtered as the thick liquid cut off his breath, but held on, determined to get every drop. One hand cupped Walt's ball sac, massaging his testicles, encouraging them to produce more. He pulled back, gulping a mouthful of spunk down, and finally grabbed a lungful of air.

From somewhere above Brad heard Sid's hoarse, triumphant cries and knew he was filling Walt's ass with his load. He let go of Walt's cock and took hold of Sid's balls, finding with his fingers the base of the hard organ buried up to the hilt in the body in front of it, Sid's cock pulsating as it delivered blast after blast of man milk into Walt's thirsty hole.

Sid pulled out partway and Brad saw cum on his shaft, part of the load he had fucked into Walt. He twisted around and licked at the juice leaking out of Walt's asshole as Sid continued to pump in and out at a slower pace.

Finally Sid let his breath go in a gasp and slumped down onto Walt's back. Brad reached up and gave his butt cheeks a squeeze. "Good job, guys," he said.

"Oh, man," Walt said as he let go of the bed and straightened up. He grabbed Brad under his shoulders and lifted him into a standing position facing him. Sid was behind Walt, his arms wrapped around his chest. Brad gazed into both of their faces.

"That was amazing," he told them.

Both Walt and Sid burst into ragged laughter. "You're telling us," Walt said. "What do you think, Sid, is this guy a keeper?"

"Definitely," Sid replied, pulling out of his friend. Brad caught a glimpse of his softening cock hanging down, glistening with lube and cum, Sid's thick, untrimmed bush matted with sweat and body fluids.

To Brad's surprise the big man caught him in a warm embrace. "Thanks, buddy."

"Don't mention it."

Walt's arms surrounded the two of them. The three men stood, locked in exhausted tenderness, for a long moment. Sid broke the group hug.

"Well," he said, turning toward the bathroom, "Time for another shower. Then cake."

Walt laughed. "I might have known you wouldn't forget."

Sid turned in mock indignation. "Hey. A man's got to keep up his strength. Not to mention his belly," he added, patting his stomach with a wink.

"Next time let's do this at my house," Brad said. "I have a backyard pool, very private."

Walt draped an arm around his shoulder. "Very nice." He waited until Sid had gone into the bathroom and shut the door before he added, in a low voice, "Sid's a little moody about bottoming, but we'll talk him into it next time, what do you think? We might even ask another one of our buddies over, make it a little party."

Brad grinned. "Yes to everything." He gave Walt a kiss, feeling utterly drained and content. The adventure with his two new buds was just beginning. Brad couldn't wait to see what the next chapter was going to bring.

TO BE CONTINUED



Married for Third Ch. 03



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one's for you, NH.

*****

As it got later that Saturday afternoon Brad tried to sit and relax for a few minutes before the party, but he was too nervous. He jumped up and checked the refrigerator for the umpteenth time-okay, there was plenty of beer and soda. The bowls on the dining room table and in the living room were filled with chips and pretzels, and there were more bags of munchies in the kitchen if they ran out.

Truth was, there wasn't going to be much snacking if things went well.

He went into the bedroom. His king bed had clean sheets and spread. The bathroom and shower were scrubbed. There were fresh towels laid out in strategic places, lube, condoms and the small brown bottle with screw cap on the nightstand. He'd thought about not putting out the rubbers, but didn't want to pressure the new guy if he wanted to play safe.

Walt and Sid, his married buddies, had arranged to bring a friend to make it a foursome this time. After their first hot three-way in a hotel downtown, Brad had been eagerly looking forward to their next time, and had suggested that they meet at his house now that they knew each other better.

His friends had been enthusiastic. "It would be great, meeting up at your place," Walt said. He was a well-built man with salt-and-pepper hair and beard, whose outsize body and craggy face hid the gentle, funny personality inside. Brad had discovered with pained delight that first time in the hotel that all of Walt's parts were in proportion. "And you have a backyard pool? Think of the possibilities."

"Let's hope it's warm enough," Sid said. "The weather sure has been crazy lately." Sid was the younger of the two friends, clean-shaven, hairy-chested, with a football player's build and sexual stamina to match. He could be prickly and possessive of Walt, but Brad had come to like him.

Walt had called him a few days earlier to ask if they could bring a friend. "Dwayne's in town. We haven't seen him for ages. We used to get together a lot, the three of us, until he got transferred. Could he join us? I think you'll like him. He's a great guy. Great looking too."

"Sure," Brad had said. "The more the merrier."

"Great. We'll see you Saturday. Looking forward to it, guy."

He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. Almost time. Brad squared his shoulders and went back into the living room. Just as he got there the doorbell rang. He hurried to the front door.

"Hey, buddy!" Walt threw his arms around him as soon as Brad let them in, clapping him on the back. "It's been too long."

Sid hugged him in turn. "How're you doing, hot guy?"

Brad didn't answer. He was looking over Sid's shoulder at the third man who had walked in the door.

"Brad, meet our buddy Dwayne," Walt said.

"How're you doing?" Dwayne extended a hand, his teeth brilliant white.

Brad let go of Sid. He knew his smile was phony but he forced himself to keep it on his face. He shook Dwayne's hand, dimly noticing the newcomer's strong grip.

"Come on in," he managed.

They walked into the house. Brad avoided Walt and Sid's gazes, knowing that he'd give himself away in an instant if he met their eyes. He realized that he was shaking and his palms were sweaty. No way could he go through with this.

"Guys, could you excuse me a minute?" His voice sounded forced and unnatural to his ears. "Be right back. Help yourself to something eat. Drinks in the kitchen."

He tried not to hurry too obviously as he headed toward the bedroom. As soon as he was there he flung himself into an armchair near the bed. He was panting and his heart was thudding a mile a minute. Get a grip, man. Brad leaned back, closed his eyes and willed himself to calm down.

Just as he was starting to feel a little calmer, there was a knock on the partly open door.

"Brad?" Walt's voice called. "You okay?"

His heart sank, but there was no escape. "Yeah, I'm fine. Come on in."

Walt's face was creased with worry.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?"

"Not exactly. Sorry I'm being such a flake." Brad looked at the floor. He had to say it. "Listen, guys, I'm not sure this is going to work."

"What do you mean?" Sid asked.

"Well," Brad said, "You didn't tell me that-"

"What?" Suddenly Sid's face darkened. "Are you saying you have a problem with Dwayne being black?"

Brad sighed. "It's not that simple."

Walt looked sad. "Brad, Dwayne is a good friend of ours. We thought you would like him." He shook his head slowly. "If he goes, I'm afraid we can't stay either."

"Damn right," Sid said. "We don't truck with racists."

At that Brad's head snapped up. He glared at Sid. "Don't be so quick to throw around that word. Take it from me, you don't know what's going on."

"Then Brad, maybe you could clue us in?" Walt asked. "And Dwayne too?"

Silence. Then Brad nodded. "Okay."

He followed them back to the living room, where Dwayne was sitting on the couch. His smile when they walked in was a little strained.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

Brad sat in one of the other chairs. "Not exactly." He looked Dwayne in the eye. "First, I owe you an apology for running off. That was rude."

Dwayne nodded, but didn't say anything.

"I'm going to try and explain." Brad heaved a sigh. "Okay, here goes. I was kind of thrown when I saw you." He held up a hand as Sid opened his mouth to speak. "Hold on."

"In college I had an African-American boyfriend." Sid made a noise and Walt shot him a glare. 

"It's true," Brad said. "His name was Maurice. He was a great guy. Hot as all get out, too." He grinned at the memory. "We met in an intramural basketball game. Maurice-Maurie's team just blew us out. Totally worth it, though, when I saw him in the gym shower after."

His face clouded. "At that point I had no problem dating a black guy. None at all. Maurie was not only a stud, he was sweet. I still feel bad about how it all went down."

"What happened?" Walt asked.

"Some of my friends weren't as open-minded as I was." Brad sighed. "They didn't use the N-word or anything like that. They bad-mouthed him to me, said he was cheating on me, that kind of stuff.

"I wasn't that strong. I started believing the trash they were talking about Maurie. Finally found an excuse to break up with him."

Brad looked down at his hands, which had clenched into fists. "Maurie took it really hard. We never talked again, even at graduation. But that's not all."

"A nice guy like him had plenty of friends, gay and straight. Some of them were even on the football team, big strong guys. They didn't take kindly to some white guy treating their brother like dirt, as they saw it.

"One night I was walking home from the library and four or five of Maurie's buds began following me, talking trash. They caught up to me, started pushing and shoving. I fell down and the kicking and punching started.

"It was just dumb luck that a campus patrol car came around the corner before they had a chance to do real damage. Even so, I was pretty banged up. Broke my nose and a rib. Spent a night in the infirmary. Told the cops it was too dark to see who they were.

"Maurie must have told his friends to back off, because nothing like that ever happened again. Still, it made the rest of college pretty scary. I was fucking glad to graduate and leave that place forever."

He found he was trembling. "Even now I sometimes wish I could talk to him. Tell him I'm sorry."

"You could still do that." Sid's jaw was set.

Brad shook his head. "Maurie died only a few years after college. HIV. Still not sure why I'm around when so many guys I knew back then aren't."

He looked Dwayne in the eye. "I haven't dated any black guys since then. So seeing you today freaked me out a little, I'll admit it."

They sat in silence. Then Dwayne got up and came over to Brad, laying a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you, man. Maybe this isn't the right time."

"Thanks," Brad said. "No reason for you all to leave. You enjoy yourselves. I'll just go out for a while and come back."

"You can't do that," Walt protested. "We're not going to kick you out of your own home, for gosh sakes. Listen. Why don't we just get ourselves some drinks, relax, just talk. Heck, we can watch TV. No pressure."

Brad considered this. "Well, we decided to meet here because I had a pool. We could go out there. It's a nice warm night. It'll be safe. I put up a nice high fence." He smiled. "We could sit out there, have a few drinks. Watching TV's kind of lame."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Walt said.

A few minutes later they were headed out the back door, drinks in hand. They settled into the deck chairs by the pool. Brad noticed that Sid had pulled out his phone and was checking it.

"Sid," Walt said. "Put that thing away."

Sid shot him a look, but clicked the device off and put it down. By now darkness was beginning to fall. Brad went back into the house and came out with a spray can of insect repellant.

"In case anyone needs it."

"There's another way not to get bitten," Walt observed. "Get in the water. Do you mind, Brad?"

Brad laughed. A bit of his good mood was returning. "Mind? That's why I invited you guys over here. Be my guest."

Walt twinkled. "Okay if we go in our birthday suits?"

"Sure. I won't turn the lights on out here. Just don't make too much noise or the neighbors will wonder what's going on."

Walt stood up and quickly peeled off his few clothes. Brad felt his cock stir at the sight of his nakedness-memories were coming back in a rush.

In a instant his friend was splashing into the pool, whooping a bit at the initial chill of the water. He dived under then surfaced, shaking water out of his head and beard. "Guys, you gotta come on in. It's great."

Sid and Dwayne rose from their lounge chairs and followed suit. In a moment Brad was gazing at the three friends splashing about naked in his pool. In spite of everything he felt a stirring in his crotch.

Walt waved at him from the water. "C'mon, Brad!"

Brad hesitated. Finally he stood up and stripped. 

"Hot!" Walt called out.

Brad put a finger to his lips in a warning gesture, but he was pleased. He slid into the pool, gasping a bit at the coolness of the water. After a moment it began to feel good. He stroked to the deep end, turned and came back. Walt, Sid and Dwayne were all there, in the shallow end. He joined them, wiping the water out of his eyes and slicking back his hair.

The four of them stood in a loose circle.

"This is great, Brad. Thanks for inviting us over," Dwayne said.

"No problem." 

Brad sensed movement under the water near him. Walt was reaching for Sid's cock. That left him and Dwayne. Awkwardness returned. Dwayne seemed to sense this as well. He walked to the edge and turned his back on them, his arms propped on the edge of the pool. That made Brad feel bad. He waded through the water to where Dwayne was.

"Can I join you?"

Dwayne turned and nodded. "Just thought they might want a little privacy," he said.

Brad cast a glance back over his shoulder. Walt and Sid were shadowy forms against the rippling water. They were in each other's arms, kissing. "Yeah," he said, and stopped. "Listen," he began, "I'm sorry about all of this."

The other man shook his head and smiled. "No worries, man. I'm having a good time. Except I'm just a bit chilly."

Brad nodded. "Yeah, unless you're moving around the water will suck your body heat right out of you."

Dwayne lowered his voice. "You could come a little closer, give me some of yours."

"Some of my what?"

The grin flashed again. "Body heat."

Their eyes locked. Dwayne reached out toward Brad.

"C'mon," he said. "Live dangerously."

Brad's breath was coming quick and shallow. Without really meaning to he found himself moving toward Dwayne. In a moment they were so close that Brad could feel Dwayne's warm breath on his face. They looked intently into each other's eyes as Brad felt the other man's arms encircle him. He put his hands on Dwayne's broad shoulders, massaging his massive delts.

"How're you doing?"

"Good. You?"

"Nice and warm now," Dwayne said, and then his lips were on Brad's. Brad stiffened, then relaxed. His own lips parted in response to the urgent tongue pressing against them. Soon the two men were making out frantically, mouths grinding and clashing against one another, hands roving down over each other's bodies, finding their hard cocks underneath the water.

After a while Dwayne hoisted himself out of the water and perched on the edge of the pool, his cock jutting up from between his thighs. Brad's eyes widened at the sight of the dark rod, its conical purplish head glistening. In a flash he was between Dwayne's legs, taking it in his mouth.

As he began to suck he heard Dwayne sigh with pleasure above him and strong hands caress his head. To his surprise Brad felt other hands surrounding his chest, pinching his nipples.

"Looks like you gentlemen have worked things out," Sid's voice said in his ear, just before his tongue snaked into it.

"Mm hmm," Brad replied, continuing his labors, slurping up the salty precum flowing out of Dwayne's cock. He felt hard flesh bumping up against his butt as Sid embraced him from behind. He let go of the cock he was sucking long enough to say to Sid, "Get up there and let me do you too."

As Sid clambered out of the pool Brad felt another pair of arms take hold of him from behind.

"Can I have Dwayne while you work on him?"

Brad turned and looked into Walt's smiling face. "Be my guest."

A moment later both Dwayne and Sid were on the edge of Brad's pool, their legs in the water, watching their two friends at work. Brad and Walt's cock sucking styles were different, though they were both experts. Brad sucked slow and deep, frequently deep throating Sid's cock and holding it until he had to come up for air, gasping and his eyes watering. Walt's mouth was more playful and teasing, his tongue flicking into Dwayne's leaking piss slit and around the base of his dick head. Their hands were in constant motion, pulling on ball sacks, rubbing thighs and forearms, fondling and pinching erect nipples.

After a while Brad put his arms under Sid's calves and lifted his legs into the air, getting him onto his back on the pool deck. He was aiming for the tender asshole hidden in the wet, hairy crevice between Sid's butt cheeks.

Sid moaned, "Oh shit," as Brad's tongue found its target. Brad's strong hands kept his partner's butt cheeks apart, his asshole fully exposed as he ate out the tender flesh for all he was worth. Sid moaned and tossed his head on the concrete deck, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Dwayne and Walt stopped what they were doing to watch, both jacking on their stiff cocks.

"Fuck," Dwayne said to Walt, "Your buddy's hot."

Brad paused in his labors to grin at him. "You ain't seen nothing yet. I want your cock in my other end too. Real soon."

"Shall we take things inside, gentlemen?" Walt suggested, his eyes twinkling.

Soon the four of them were in Brad's bedroom after hastily drying themselves off, clothes and cell phones abandoned outside, all their cocks still rock hard.

Brad flopped onto the bed on his back, holding his arms out to Dwayne, who knelt between his legs and guided his cock into the crack between Brad's cheeks. 

"Bareback okay?" Dwayne asked.

"Fuck yeah. I want that hot load of yours inside me."

Brad grabbed the bottle of lube he had earlier placed on the night table and greased Dwayne's organ. He unscrewed the brown bottle and took a hit of the poppers before raising his ass into the air. The next moment he moaned with mingled pleasure and pain as the cock he had sucked earlier broke through his resisting ring. "Oh fuck, yeah."

Dwayne raised his head, closing his eyes and opening his mouth as he felt the tight heat of Brad's asshole squeezing his prick. "Nice, buddy. Fucking nice."

The rush of the poppers began to ease the pain. Brad smiled and grabbed the back of Dwayne's neck, pushing his face down toward his. They kissed for long moments before Brad released him and whispered, "Now fuck the shit out of me."

"You got it, man," Dwayne replied. His hips began to move back and forth. Brad raised his head to watch the thick, glistening shaft slide in and out of his almost unbearably stretched hole. Then he fell back onto the bed and closed his eyes, letting the sensations flood through his body as Dwayne took charge.

"May I?" Brad opened his eyes to see Walt's hand grab the bottle of lube. Sid was on the other side of his king bed, also on his back, Walt kneeling in front of him. Sid's eyes were on Walt's cock as the older man greased himself up. Brad thought Sid looked a bit worried. He didn't blame him. He handed Sid the poppers and got a grateful look in return.

Dwayne must have read his mind, because he bent down and murmured in Brad's ear, "Ever see Walt fuck Sid?"

Brad shook his head.

Dwayne grinned. "I have. You don't want to miss this."

Just at that moment a sound that was half a growl, half moan of pain issued from Sid's throat. Walt's massive cock had broken through his ring and was sinking into his innards.

"Oh fuck," Sid cried.

"That's it baby," Walt murmured. "Good boy. Take Daddy's cock nice and easy."

"Jesus, you're tearing me apart."

Walt grinned. "I haven't ruptured you yet. You know you can take it." His hips began to move and Sid's head fell back onto the bed with another tortured cry. Brad shouted with surprise as Dwayne began to plunge into him again with renewed energy, turned on by the sight of their buddies fucking.

After a while Walt said to Dwayne, "How about we switch off?"

"Fine with me. You guys?"

Brad nodded, his heart pounding with mingled lust and nervousness at the thought of taking Walt up his ass again. The first time it had happened he had been sore for days afterward. Still, he knew he wanted it.

The two top men pulled out and changed places above their buddies. Walt handed him the brown bottle. He smiled into Brad's eyes as he bent down to kiss him. "So here we are again."

"Go slow," Brad said. He took another hit of the poppers.

"I will, but you should be okay." Walt winked. "Dwayne's pretty hung himself, isn't he? Oh yeah," he grunted as he slid into Brad's stretched and lubricated hole. "Perfect."

"You're telling me." Brad let the poppers go. He relaxed onto the bed and closed his eyes. There wasn't any place he'd rather have been at the moment than bent double, his knees pressed to his chest, with his good friend's massive organ buried up to the hilt in his tender ass. He reached up and squeezed Walt's pecs, making sure his thumbs tweaked the sensitive nipples.

"Just as nice as I remember," they heard Sid say across the bed, as Dwayne settled into his fucking rhythm, his thick cock shaft now sliding in and out of their buddy's butt hole, making Sid's balls shake with every thrust.

Brad looked up at Walt as he continued to fuck. The bearded man had a slack-jawed expression of pure pleasure, his unfocused eyes staring off into space. He saw Brad looking at him and smiled.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering which one of you hot men gets my load tonight," Walt said.

At that moment they heard rapid, hoarse grunts at their side. Brad and Walt turned their heads to watch as Dwayne's thrusts speeded up to fever pace. One looked at his upturned face, eyes tight shut and mouth open, told them all they needed to know.

"Yeah," Sid said. "Give me that fucking load, baby. Every drop."

Dwayne stretched his body to its full length, stiff as a board, then collapsed on top of Sid, gasping. "Oh man," he breathed.

"Looks like Sid got the first one," Walt observed.

His friend smiled. "Hey Walt, I'm in the mood for it tonight. Want sloppy seconds?"




Married for Third Ch. 03



"Hell yeah," Walt said. "Brad, do you mind?"

"Not a bit. Go for it." 

He watched as Dwayne pulled out, his momentarily spent cock still huge and glistening. Walt bent and whispered something in Sid's ear. In response, Sid flipped onto his hands and knees. Dwayne came over to Brad and draped an arm around his shoulder as they watched Walt grab his cock and slide it once more into his friend's tender hole. As accustomed as he was to taking Walt's prick, a grimace passed over Sid's face as his hole was stretched to the limit.

"I'm sorry I came in him," Dwayne said softly to Brad. "I know you wanted it."

Brad waved dismissively. "Not a problem. We'll all get our fair share. Besides," he said in a louder voice so Sid could hear, "I kind of like the thought of Sid taking all our loads."

"Oh yeah?" Sid said, his speech a bit halting from the pounding he was taking from Walt. "Think you're going to get in me tonight do you?"

Brad grinned at him. "Yeah."

Abruptly Sid grinned back. "You just might, if you feed it to me at this end right now, fucker."

Brad obeyed eagerly, moving so that Sid could take his cock into his mouth. As his friend began to slide back and forth on his hard shaft he caught Walt's eye. They smiled at each other as they impaled Sid with cock at both ends.

"Spit roast," Walt said. "Nothing like it."

Sid moaned something in agreement, his mouth stuffed with Brad's erection.

"You guys so look fucking hot," Dwayne said. His hand was underneath Sid's body, wrapped around his cock, jacking him off while he made out alternately with Brad and Walt above. Someone got the popper bottle and they all took a hit out of it. It was just a matter of time before another cock blew its load, and short minutes later Walt shouted with ecstasy as he shot into Sid's hole already sticky with Dwayne's cum.

When Walt began to come down from his orgasm he smiled at Brad. "Your turn."

They switched places. Brad slid his penis into an asshole for the first time that evening and sighed as he felt Sid's inner muscles grab his organ and draw it in. Meanwhile Walt had shoved his prick, slimy with his and Dwayne's cum, into Sid's mouth, making him clean it off. Dwayne decided he wanted his knob polished too, and knelt next to Walt. Sid eagerly switched back and forth between the two cocks that had been up his ass as Brad fucked him.

Brad looked down, enjoying the sight of Sid's broad shoulders and muscled back tapering down to his meaty butt. He watched his shaft sliding in and out between Sid's cheeks, felt his two friends' jizz greasing his cock head inside. He bent down and wrapped his arms around Sid's chest, leaning close to his ear and giving it a nip.

"Ready for your third load?" Brad asked.

Sid stopped sucking and hissed at him, "Give it to me."

"You got it." Brad stepped up the pace of his thrusts. His breath grew ragged. Small noises issuing from his throat became hoarse, triumphant cries as he felt the floodgates open and his cock begin to pump its load into Sid's bowels. Slapping noises filled the air as he slammed his pelvis against Sid's butt. Through the roaring in his ears he heard Sid shouting a string of obscenities.

At last his balls were drained and his strength was spent. Brad pitched forward and lay against Sid's back, still drawing air in huge gasps. Dimly he saw Dwayne emerge from underneath his partner, his cheeks bulging. The black man grabbed Sid's head and pressed his lips to Sid's. When Brad saw the thick cum leaking from both their mouths and smearing their faces, he knew that Sid had shot his load and Dwayne had made sure it didn't go to waste. 

Finally he was able to speak. "Kapow," was all he could say.

"I'll say," Sid said, sounding a bit shaky himself. "Now come up here and let me clean you off too."

Brad pulled out and took his place in front of his buddy, feeding his gradually softening organ into Sid's mouth. He gasped as his buddy's tongue made contact with the tender flesh.

"Mmm. I can taste three loads on this baby," Sid crooned as he worked.

"You can taste four, can't you?" Brad said.

Sid chuckled. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Thanks, Dwayne."

Dwayne shrugged. "No point letting a good load go to waste."

"Damn right," Walt said. He grabbed Dwayne and gave him a deep kiss in turn, licking what remained of Sid's sperm off his face.

Finally they were done. Totally exhausted, the four men collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of bodies and limbs, surrounded by the odors of sex that now filled the warm air of Brad's bedroom: sweat, lube, poppers, and cum.

Brad looked at Dwayne's arm, black like coal against the pale skin of his chest. He turned and looked into his new friend's eyes. "You've got gorgeous skin."

Dwayne grinned. "Thanks. You're pretty hot yourself."

Brad hesitated. Then he said, "I'm looking at you and thinking of Maurie. It's funny, I don't feel sad or guilty the way I always do. First time in years."

He turned and looked at Sid and Walt. "Think you all helped me conquer a few old demons tonight. Thanks."

Walt smiled, his shining eyes saying he understood. "Glad to help."

"Damn, that took a lot out of me," Sid said.

"Who'd have thought you would be such a cumdump?" Brad teased him.

Sid sniffed. "That's Miss Cumdump to you. Anyway, it's your fault for giving me such a hot rim job out by the pool. After that all I wanted was to get fucked."

He shifted his big body and gave a tremendous yawn. "I'm hungry. Let's get cleaned up and go get something to eat."

Dwayne rolled his eyes. "He always says that after we fuck."

Brad grinned and punched Sid on the arm, not too hard. "I know. Actually I second the motion. By the way you guys are welcome to spend the night."

"Are you sure there's enough room for all of us to sleep?"

"Sleep?" Brad said innocently, and the four friends all burst into laughter.

Still naked, they headed out the back door to wash off in the pool before retrieving their clothes. Their pent-up needs had been for the moment satisfied and their skinny dipping now had the innocent camaraderie of boyhood.

They weren't boys of course, only a bunch of horny almost middle-aged men, denying their advancing age and responsible lives. But the night was still young and there was plenty of time left to play.

END