3 comments/ 22278 views/ 4 favorites Retired Operative By: Taginane As Bob walked toward me, Cool Whip smeared all over his cock; I looked down at the picture of Karen and Shawna again. My mind suddenly began to race and the light came on...I realized what had been going on. Then a plan began to form. This great awakening was not only exhilarating, but it made me incredibly hot, just in those few seconds. I had to get to work on it. But first, I would have to deal with Bob's randiness. I deliberately put the picture down and moved toward Bob. I knew he expected me to blow him, but I don't think he was ready for what my newly energized libido had in store. Bob reached for me as we got to within arms reach of each other, but he only met air, as I immediately dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand. I guided it directly to my lips and with my other hand firmly grabbed his ass, and pulled him toward me. I relaxed my muscles and deep throated him in one smooth stroke. Bob gasped, and froze in his tracks. As soon as my nose hit pubic hair, I grasped his free butt cheek and held his crotch to my face. I then began to kneed his cheeks, while I stroked back and forth with my head, sucking like mad all the while. The cool whip was gone in 2 strokes. Bob was obviously stunned by the suddenness and intensity of my moves. He did not or could not speak, but steadied himself by leaning on my shoulders "Good," I thought, just the effect I was looking for. I continued blow him, sucking as hard, fast and firmly as I could. With a finger of my left hand I scooped up some cool whip off his balls and began to work it into is hole. I'd have use for that fairly soon. With my right hand I cupped his sack and began to move it in time with my sucking and fingering. Bob rocked as if his knees got weak for a second and his breathing became a little ragged. That was my signal to plunge my finger deep into his ass and massage his prostate. At the same time I deep throated him, I swallowed, and sucked hard, withdrawing my mouth along his hard shaft slowly, steadily...with constant suction, all the way to his cockhead, then I deep throated him again...and started the process all over again. All the while working firm, slow circles on his prostate. The third time my nose hit his pubes, a strained "Ohhhhh," escaped his lips and his prick began to jerk powerfully and launch the first ribbon of his seed into my sucking mouth. I wrapped both my arms around his ass and crushed my face into his crotch, pinning his cock in my throat. He struggled to keep his balance, still not making a sound, as his balls blasted jism into the vacuum tunnel of my mouth. I continued to work my mouth on the length of his shaft, swallowing every drop of his cum. But he wasn't getting off that easily. "Wooooow," he said as he began to regain his composure. "What's got into you... you're," "Nothing yet Bob..." I replied, cutting him off as my mouth released his cock. Then I put my arms around his waist, picked him up and headed back for the bedroom. "But that'll change in a moment!" "What are you going to do?" He asked, puzzled..."I thought you'd never been with a man before and now you're..." His question was lost again, as I flopped him on the bed. He sat up on his elbows, his cock still hard against his belly. Results of the prostate massage I had given him a few minutes ago. He'd be rock hard for a few more minutes whether he wanted to be or not. More than enough time. I grabbed his cock and with my free hand grabbed the KY we used earlier from the nightstand. I squirted a large gob onto his shaft and stroked it in with the other hand. He immediately fell back on the bed, as his rod was still ultra-sensitive from his orgasm a few seconds ago. "Wait!!! Stop!!!... I'm," but he couldn't finish because I was already straddling him, and in one smooth movement, I had his cock inside me. It hurt a bit, but I was so hot I didn't care. I wrapped my legs under his, getting the heels of my feet under his ass. I leaned forward, grasped his waist and began riding him with wild abandon. Bob bit his lip and thrashed for a moment, but I had no intention of stopping. I rode him as though I was breaking a wild stallion. I squeezed my ass tight around his cock on each up stroke for maximum friction. On the down stroke I made sure to grind a bit and flex my ass cheeks so that the walls of my asshole would grip and swirl on the head of his thick cock. All Bob could do was moan and writhe from the pleasure. "I do this pretty well for a straight guy," I thought to myself as I continued this anal slam dance with my office mate. I fixed my mind intently on the cock boring into me, until it was the only thing in the world. My motion on it was the only thing that mattered. I pictured it inside me in my mind, how all the movements must look on it from inside my ass, and how I had to make that prick shoot. I had to. And the harder and faster I moved, the better it felt. I had a diamond splitting hard on that was untouched and straining. The frustration of having no other stimulation on my dick than the air and an occasional brush against my stomach only inflamed my lust. "You like that..." I hissed, knowing he couldn't answer. "you like being inside my hot ass, don't you...I love it...I love having your hot, thick cock up my tight ass...squeezing it...stroking it..." Bob was beside himself. He was breathing hard, moaning, writhing and sweating, trying to keep up with me, but having no luck. He was in good shape, but I had control of his cock, and it was not used to such treatment. Finally, I achieved my goal. Bob tensed, and I could feel his balls move up around the base of his cock. His breathing got faster, and the movement of his hips began to match mine in strength. Sensing his urgency, I released his hips from the grasp of my legs and began to match his trusts, increasing in speed. A pained expression came over Bob's face and he said "YEEAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I felt his cock spasm and for the second time in 20 minutes, Bob had cum. I felt his jism hot inside me again and it drove me even wilder. I saw a sharp blue flash in my mind's eye, and I was overcome with lewd and lascivious ideas. I leapt off of Bob's still spurting cock and deep throated it. I sucked the last drop down, tasting my own ass as well as his salty sperm. Then I reached behind myself and pushed 4 fingers up my ass. A second later I retrieved it, covered with KY and Semen. I smeared it on my cock as Bob lay motionless on the bed, attempting to recover. I grabbed the KY and squirted a blob against his hole, then I lifted his right leg and entered him. My balls had slapped his ass and before he could protest, I had hold of his cock and was stroking it in time with the rhythm I was fucking him. He began to writhe and moan again, unable to handle the flood of sensations. I pounded him impossibly fast, stroking his prick the entire time. His ass lifted off the bed with each stroke. After about 3 minutes of machinegun fucking, I came...in torrents. The room spun and I began to see shooting stars in my vision. I looked down and Bob was again spraying jism across his chest. Finally...I began to settle down. Bob didn't move. The bedclothes were covered in sweat and cum. "I've created a monster...," He breathed... "Quite possibly...," I replied. Then he fell asleep. I checked the clock. It was 2AM. Perfect. I hurried and took a shower. Then I broke out my Laptop and cell phone. Time to start on my plan. Retired Operative Ch. 02 As I waited for the computer to boot up, I thought back over the events that brought me to this point. Let's see. I retired from Army Special Operations about 10 years ago. That's when Samantha and I broke it off. She wanted to stay together, but I had to get out of the military. God, how I loved her. But I just couldn't live the life of a Delta Force Operator any more. But Sam wanted to stay, so, there you have it. I met Karen about a year after that, and we were married the following year. I leveraged my military training into a job with a video game development firm, Reactor Systems (Cute name). Karen and I were incredibly happy together. At first. Then she went to work for Hera Advertising about six years ago. And the trouble started. We had been hanging out with my office partner, Bob, and his girlfriend Shawna since shortly after I started working at Reactor. It was Shawna who got Karen the job at Hera. Bob and I hung out, went to the gym at lunch and had the occasional beer after work. Shawna and Karen worked together and did girlie things. I never noticed how much time they really spent together. Slowly, the relationship between Karen and I began to unravel. Every time we watched TV or went out, she complained more and more about how the entire society was run by and for men, and how wrong it all was. Then of course, she began to find fault with everything I did. She knew I had been in the Army, but she didn't know what I did. "Just boys trying to slam their small dicks on the table, that's all," Of course, this did not sit well with me, having spent a significant amount of time in combat, whether or not it was acknowledged by the government. Then, she got on the "alternative lifestyle" bandwagon. She said that gay marriage should be fine, and she could certainly understand why a woman would want to be with another woman, rather than a man. Not that I cared about the issue; who marries who is fine with me, but Karen had become increasingly strident about ...well, everything. These things, in general terms, I discussed with Bob from time to time. He said that every once in a while, Shawna would get on the same kick, but it would always calm down. But I found this whole thing distressing. I loved my wife and I wanted a good, drama free relationship with her. If I wanted to keep up a bunch of strife and tension, I would have stayed in the Army. About a week ago, Bob said that he and Shawna broke up. I sure didn't see that coming, and that's all he would say. I asked Karen about it, but all she would say was 'Why don't you mind your own business?!" Yesterday, I came home to find that Karen had packed up and moved out. She left a note saying that she couldn't stay with a man who was so opposed to social reforms and had willingly served in the military. I was stunned. Devastated. How did I lose my wife? Is this what I worked and fought for, to have a failed relationship and not even know why? I went to work and continued as usual. On the way to the Gym, I told Bob what had happened. We went thought our workout, and afterward, he invited me to his place for dinner. He said we had some things to discuss about Karen. When we got there, he showed me a video of two women having sex. Not exactly what I had in mind for the first evening after my wife left me. One had a strap on dildo, and was fucking the other one like there was no tomorrow. As the scene progressed, the faces of the women became visible. It was Karen, fucking the living shit out of Shawna. And they were switching. Shawna inserted a feeldo into her well-trimmed pussy, then Karen began to suck it. After a minute, Karen applied lube to Shawna's pseudo cock, rolled over, and spread her cheeks wide. Shawna grabbed her by the hips and smoothly entered her asshole. Karen released her cheeks and went absolutely wild. She thrashed and bucked against Shawna, as Shawna tried to hang on for dear life. Karen and I had what I considered a good sex life, but I never knew she liked stuff like this. And with Shawna no less. I turned my eyes away. "Stop it," I rasped. "Turn it off." Bob shut the VCR down. "I'm sorry, man...." Bob said. "Shawna gave this to me and said it was why she was leaving me." I was speechless. A million questions flooded my mind. I could feel a darkness close in around my mind. Sounds were beginning to fade into the distance. I could feel tears begin to roll down my face. I clasped my head with both hands and began to fall over on the sofa. It was then that Bob decided to strike. He put his left arm around my shoulders as I was falling and caught my head on his chest, and said "Rick, I know this is hard...you're a great guy and you don't deserve this..." He pulled me tighter and then began to rub my other shoulder with his right hand. He rubbed in longer strokes up and down the left side of my body as I remained silent and unmoving in his arms. "So this is what a nervous breakdown feels like," I thought to my self, detached. I then became aware of Bob's hand stroking my left leg, and moving up to my crotch. I still didn't move. Now I did not believe this. Was Bob actually trying to put a move on me? No....when it rains it pours. How could I have missed that he was a switch hitter? Then it was confirmed when he began to rub my cock though my Dockers in earnest. "What the....." I heard myself begin to protest. Bob pulled my head up, looked me square in the eyes, and then clasped my growing cock firmly through the material of my pants. "Trust me, Rick," he said quietly. "You need this." Before I could protest, he kissed me full on the lips. I began to struggle a bit, but suddenly, some how, he had freed my now completely stiff prick and was firmly stroking it. His tongue began to explore my mouth and darkness again took my mind. It was as if I had no control over myself and was watching from across the room. Bob released our kiss and then moved immediately to my shaft. I felt the warmth of his mouth on me and I was lost. My sense of self suddenly shot back to my body. I was frightened, excited and worried, all at the same time. Bob was doing a very good job on my cock, and by now had freed his own. He was playing with it almost absent mindedly, when I finally decided to go with it. I brushed his hand away and began to massage his prick. It instantly became a 7-inch long by 2-inch steel rod. I pulled it toward me and Bob got the message. He stopped sucking me long enough for us to remove our pants and then we laid side by side on the couch for my first man to man 69. The first taste of his prick was strange, the odor from his crotch was of soap from the gym shower, and I was getting hornier by the second. I couldn't believe I was responding to a man this way. I started to remember all the blowjobs I had seen in porn movies and started to try some of the moves. All the way down, with a slow withdrawal, light scratching with the teeth, rubbing my lips down the side like a harmonica. A moan escaped from Bob as he continued his work on me. He was steadily sucking me, up and down, the head of my cock touching the back of his throat on every down stroke. It was driving me wild. I began to swirl my tongue on his prick, all the way down to the base, then I completely engulfed him, sucked hard, and pulled back to the tip. Then I began again, each time increasing the speed. On the third stroke, Bob seized. Now he was motionless as I worked his prick over. This just inspired me and I added my hand to the mix, following my mouth up his shaft with it, then back down again, faster and faster. "Uhhhh.....OHHHHH," Bob blurted out and then I got my first mouthful of cum. I quickly deep throated him as the taste was less than pleasant, but I took the remaining shots from his orgasm straight down my gullet. "Where did you learn to do that?" Bob asked. "This isn't what I expected at all," he said, somewhat startled. "Guys watch porn, so....." I replied. "Are you OK with this?" Bob asked tentatively. I guess making a move for gay sex on a guy whose wife just left him can leave some people feeling a little.....guilty. "I know I..." he began to explain, but I cut him off. "All depends on what you're going to do for me....." I replied. "Oh, my....." Bob sighed. "I'm gonna sin with this beautiful man..." and he reached for the end table. He produced a tube of Astro glide and began to slather it on my cock. It was a little cold, but Bob had plans for that. He put one more large gob on the tip of my prick and then he straddled me, and lowered himself on to my shaft. He definitely had done this before. He began to ride me on the couch, gradually picking up speed. I sat up enough to pull off his shirt, then I pulled off mine. Bob gave me a slightly puzzled look as he continued to ride me. I spit in my left hand and grabbed his under inflated rod. I grabbed his hip with my right had and started to meet his strokes, firmly. Now the room filled with the smack of flesh on flesh as I fucked Bob's ass and jerked his cock back to life. I matched my work on his shaft in the time with our fucking, moving it in a circle as I stroked him in both places. Bob grabbed the back of the couch, threw his head back, and rode me even harder. He began to work his rectal walls on me and that was it. I blasted his insides with my seed. I released his dick , sat up, and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down on top of me. When my back hit the couch again, I grabbed his ass and began bucking wildly inside him, riding the last wave of my orgasm. "Wow," Bob said, sitting up. "I guess you are OK with this...." He smiled. "You know what?" I said matter of factly. "You talk too much..." I pushed him off of me, stood up and grabbed his still hard rod. I took the Astroglide and led him to the bedroom by his pole. "What are you.." Bob began. "Shhhh.." I said. Once inside the bedroom, I pushed him back on the bed and worked the Astroglide on this prick. "Rick are you sur....." but that's all he got out because I impaled myself on his shaft. It hurt like hell, but now I was too far gone. I hadn't had sex in a long time. And this sex was pretty good. I didn't know how long I was going to do this gay thing, but my itch wasn't satisfied yet. I bounced up and down a few strokes on Bob's thick shaft, his eyes staring wide at me. "Rick, you shouldn't have done that," he said. "You could really hurt yourself." "Maybe you're right, " I said. "I am new at this. Why don't you roll me over and show me how it's done?" Bob grinned and we flipped. Little did he know what I had in mind. "I'll take it easy....." he said, as he began to stroke me. But, as I heard in an action move once, "FUCK easy!" I said. I wrapped my legs around his back, crossing my ankles, then I grabbed his ass with both hands and bucked my hips up against his thrusts. "Come on, give it to me!!!" I hissed through clenched teeth. Bob looked surprised again, but complied with my demand. He began to fuck me ardently, and I matched him thrust for thrust. The angle of my hips made his prick saw back and forth across my prostate and this never before felt sensation just fueled my lust. My cock was rock hard again and flat up against my belly. Every now and then, Bob's abs would rub across it and it made me fuck him back all the harder. After about 10 minutes of this, "Yeah.......I'm, gonna......" shot past Bob's lips, and I clamped down as hard as I could with my sphincter muscles. I felt Bob's prick begin to pulse inside me, and my rectum had it's first cum bath. That was enough to make me shoot, and I covered both our chests in jism. "Man......." Bob sighed as he rolled over. "Not what I expected at all..." "Me neither," I said. "I'm really sorry about Karen and Shawna," Bob said as he got up off of the bed. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a picture. It was a still of Shawna and Karen from the video he showed me earlier. "Guess you just don't know about some people," I said. I suddenly felt a strong urge to go to sleep. Bob tossed me a towel. "Mind if I nap for a minute. This has been a lot to take in a short time," I said. Then I smiled..."so to speak.." "Sure...." Bob replied as he put on his robe. It was about an hour later when I woke up. I rolled over and saw the picture on the nightstand. There was another robe at the bottom of the bed. I got up, put it on, picked up the picture and headed for the kitchen. When I got there, Bob was standing in from of the fridge. "Hey, Bob," I said. "Whatcha up to?" "Well," he stated with faux innocence. "I and a few of the guys are going skiing in a couple of days. Since you're....... Initiated...I thought you might like to come along." "Really?" I replied. "Yeah," Bob turned around. His robe was open and he was holding a tub of whipped cream. His cock was standing straight out as he smeared the whipped cream on it. "I bought this as part of the desert for the trip, but, if you're coming along, I think we won't need it...." He said and winked at me. To be continued in Part 3. Retired Operative Ch. 03 A motorcycle with loud tail pipes rode by and snapped me back to the present. What a situation I've found myself in... But I've got work to do: devise a plan to get my life back. The Question: what on earth got into Karen. I was so wrapped up in the whole thing that I must have missed it. And for all these years. Karen wasn't like this when we were first married. Sex with Bob had somehow been liberating. I hadn't been intimate with someone else in so long. It cleared my head. And the Picture of Shawna and Karen sealed it. Something or someone deliberately and methodically sabotaged our marriage. I'm not gay...though my recent actions couldn't prove it. And I love my wife...I'm sure she loves me too...otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed with me. If she wanted women so bad, and since she was being so mean anyway, there would have been no reason to stay. How could I have let this get this bad?! I was going to find out what was going on and fix it. Right now. I hoped I wouldn't have to get like this again. That's one reason I left the Army. But I'll have to come to terms with it now if I want my wife and life back. And I do. As my computer finished booting up, I called the East Coast. There it was about midnight, so it shouldn't be too late. "Hello...," the smooth, sexy voice on the other end said. "Samantha...," I replied.. "Rick?? Is that you?!...Why I,"...she started. "Listen Sam...time is short," I interrupted. "We'll be able to go through all the usual stuff later. Do you still want to be with me?" "Right to business, eh? You know I do...but I also know that tone...even after all these years." She replied evenly. "What's up?" "I've decided to come back to the outfit. But there's some business I have to handle first, and I need your help." I explained. "You game?" "Just tell me what you need baby," her velvety voice cooed. I began to run down the preliminaries. "First, get on the computer and find out everything you can on a Shawna Blair,. Also I need all available tracking information on my wife, Karen since we've been married and the company she works for, Hera Advertising," "I'm not sure I like the sounds of this, Dearie." Sam said. I could hear her writing in the background. "Ultimately, you will," I said, then I continued. "I also want you to contact the brass and tell them I'm coming back on board. I need my status reinstated and updated ASAP. Once you've done all that, I need you to get on the next plane out here with 2 complete standard equipment load outs, a command post kit, an interrogation kit, and last but not least, a full spectrum multi-channel secure satellite up link." "You don't ask for much, do you," she said. "Sam, if I'm right, and we pull this off, we'll be fixing a lot more than my marriage..." I replied. "Rick,...what the FUCK is going on?!" she said. "Sam, you'll have to see this shit to believe it," I replied. I'll explain everything when you get here. Call me as soon as you are set up somewhere and I'll come to you. "You'd better be on the level with this, Rick...but it'll still be good to see you again," She said softly. "Same here babe...see ya soon...and be careful." "I always am...," she toned, slyly. " See you in about 48." I hung up and connected the computer to the cell. Now to get on the net and start piecing together my life. It occurred to me that something had to happen to Karen to make her go bonkers like this. Something, or someone. But who, what, when, where, how, and why? Cliché, but accurate. I'll start with Shawna. Some quick searches and cross-referencing later gave me a good piece of the puzzle. Shawna worked for the same company Karen did. Interesting. Karen started to work for them 8 and a half years ago. Shortly before she began to be a bitch. Then I visited the Hera Advertising Web Site. It turns out that most of the people in charge of the place are women. OK. Looks like they do some work for Lifetime Television...getting more interesting by the minute. Pictures and Bios of all the corporate officers are available...but wait. The Chairman and CEO has no picture and a very short BIO. Hummmmmmmmmm. Her name is...no...it couldn't be. No way!!!!!! Jane Larson! Jane Larson was an evil person. I say that in all seriousness and truth as a simple statement of fact. And she hates men...military men in particular. I had the misfortune of meeting this person in college. And I thought she was alright...I was young and stupid. I thought we were even friends. All the while, she hated my guts. I thought graduation would rid me of her forever, but I can see now that I was wrong. She is definitely involved with this. I know it. And when I figure out just what she's done, I'm going to make her pay for all the harm she's caused. Not just to me, but to my wife. My WIFE!!!!!!! It was a good thing that it would take a day or two for Sam to get here. I'll need that much time to calm down. No kid gloves for Jane this time. She gets the full treatment. I checked my computer's clock. 5:30AM. Bob will have to go to work soon, to catch the early crowd at the Fitness Center. And I still needed to get my car, so I decided to wake him. "Get your sorry ass up," I said as I came into the bedroom. "What time is it?" Bob croaked. "5:30 AM," I replied. "You'd better get a move on if you plan to be at work on time." "Yeah," He said. "If I didn't already have that ski trip planned, I'd call in sick. That way we could...spend some more time together. Hey..." Bob just came to a realization. "Have you been up all night?" "Yep...couldn't sleep." I answered. "Surfed the web for a while." "I guess its to be expected...lots of change for you in the past 12 hours or so.." Bob said as he patted my shoulder. "I'm gonna hit the shower." "Great, I'll make the coffee." I said over my shoulder on the way to the kitchen. I'm defiantly not the house wife type. "Can you drop me at my car on the way in? I'd like to bring it up here." "Sure thing buddy," Bob shouted over the shower. When I got back to the Bob's house it was about 8 AM. I really needed to sleep. Bob was right. I put out a lot of emotional energy in a short time. I'd need my strength for the several days ahead. I changed the sheets on the bed and climbed in. I hoped Sam would call sooner than later. It's a new experience, but this gay thing just isn't for me. I can't form a "love" attachment with a man. Just can't do it. But I had a very new perspective on the whole subject. I'm definitely past the "ick factor". But I'm glad to know that I can handle it if I have to. The door opening woke me. It was 4PM. Wow... I slept hard. My mind was a little foggy, but I felt alright, considering. "Hey, Rick..." I heard Bob call. "where are you...I've got someone here you've just got to meet." "Right here," I said as I came through the kitchen to the dining room. "Did you just get up?" Bob asked with a puzzled look. "Uhhhhh...yeah..:" I replied in my best Beavis and Butt Head voice. "Right, right," Bob said, remembering that I'd been up all night. "should have thought of that. Anyhow," he continued, "this is Dave. Dave, Rick." "Excuse my appearance," I said as I shook Dave's hand. "Rough day yesterday..." "So I heard," Dave replied with a grin. He cast a knowing look at Bob. "Bob tells me you're quite the dynamo..." I looked at Bob with slight annoyance. "Sorry man, wasn't thinking, " Bob said quickly. "...but you really made an impression, and I thought it might be good for you and Dave to...meet before we went skiing." "Is that so?" I drawled, my eyes narrowing. Looked like I was in for another round of man to man sex. OK...now that I can deal with it. It'll relax me and I can work off some steam. But boy were they in for it. I had a lot of missed sex over the past several years and I needed to make up for it. And now that I can have sex with either sex, I'll just start with these two. "Yeah, Bob says I've definitely met my match with you," Dave said. "But I have my doubts..." "Dave's got a really big cock and he knows how to use it, let me tell you," Bob quipped. "but no one's been able to take the whole thing." A fire lit somewhere deep in my mind. It felt like some kind of demon was rising from within me. I looked deliberately at Dave. Then I opened my bathrobe, and let it fall to the floor. A hush came over the room. Bob looked at me, then at Dave. I walked toward Dave slowly and pulled my T-Shirt off as I approached him. I stopped 2 inches from him and ran my hand across his chest. I ran my other hand up his inner thigh. "So lets see what you've got for me," I said in a low voice. My hand now caressed his bulge, and I traced the outline of his cock with my fingertips. Dave stood unmoving, eyes locked on mine. "My...that IS a big one..." I continued..."but your pants are unnecessary..." I then undid his belt, and opened his zipper. I freed his cock from his underwear with one hand, and with the other, put a big gob of spit on his shaft and began to jerk him off. All the time I kept looking into his eyes. Bob had pulled out his own cock and was stroking it, watching as I began to work on Dave. "A dick this pretty needs special treatment," I breathed in to Dave's ear. "I'm gonna suck this thing dry, then sit on it and KILL IT." Before Dave could respond, I dropped to my knees, taking his jeans with me, and stuffed as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. I gauged it at about 9 inches long and about 2 inches in diameter. It looked like a police flashlight. "You're in trouble now!" Bob chuckled. As I deep throated Dave. He jerked wildly from the sensation as I took him almost to the root, then he stumbled and fell to the floor, feet caught in his pants. I moved clear as Dave fell and turned to Bob. "Just what are YOU laughing about?" I asked as I spit in my hand again. Bob's eyes went wide as I grabbed his prick and began to pump it forcefully. "You don't think you're just going to watch and play with yourself, do you?" Then I deep throated him and made a growling sound in the back of my throat. Bob swayed back and forth trying to keep his balance as the back of my throat worked its charms on his cockhead. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dave get out of his pants and move toward the couch in the living room. Perfect. "Man, Bob," Dave exclaimed, "this guy IS a dynamo. Where did you find him?" I got up and lead Bob to the couch by his dick. I then got on my knees between Dave's legs and grabbed his cock again. "Hey," I said "if you can form sentences, I must not be working hard enough..." And I deep throated Dave again, this time swallowing all of him. "OHHHHhhhhh" came his reply. I came up for air and released Bob's cock. "Help me get ready for him.." I said to Bob and wiggled my rump at him. "My pleasure..." Bob said as he quickly undressed. I went immediately back to blowing Dave, massaging his heavy balls and stroking his large shaft as I sucked him like mad. Bob opened a small box on the coffee table and produced a tube of KY. Little did I know he was such a sex fiend. (Or at least he thought he was until he fucked me.) He lubed his prick and then moved in behind me. He helped me out of my shorts and then gave my cock a few quick strokes. He knew that would rev me up even more and I sucked even harder on Dave's cock. Dave's head was thrown back on the couch and he was constantly moaning. Bob put one finger of KY in me, then 2, then three, then I felt his hands on my hips. As I felt the head of his cock touch my sphincter, I bore down and pushed back, capturing the head of his prick. I rocked forward and pushed back again and I had his shaft in me. I clenched my butt cheeks and my bowels went to work. "Ohhhhhhhh YEAH!!" Bob exhaled and began stroking me ardently. I kept working on Dave's cock while keeping in rhythm with Bob. The room was alive with the slurping, oily sounds of our fucking. I slicked a finger with spit and shoved it into Dave, nailing his prostate on the first try. Dave jumped and moaned as I deep throated him at the same time, and I drew his balls up around the base of his shaft. Dave tensed and I felt his cock spasm. I withdrew to the head of his prick and sucked madly, while slowly massaging his prostate. Dave held his breath involuntarily as he came, and I let his hot cum fill my mouth, before I swallowed it. I let the slightest dribble run from the corner of my mouth when he was done and I looked at back at Bob. Bob took one look at me and began thrust into my ass like a dog in heat. I continued working my bowels to excite him. "Come on baby...shoot your cum in me...I want it...fuck me...FUCK ME!!!!" I hissed. Then I felt Bob's balls unload. His seed pumped into me, splashing against my insides. Dave began to sit up, but he was way too late. He just didn't understand. I pulled off Bob's still spurting cock and caught a few ribbons of cum in my hand. Bob gave me a puzzled look as I took the handful of jism and slicked it all over Dave's still hard, but deflating shaft. Then, in one motion I pushed him back on the couch, straddled him, and impaled myself on his cock. The sensation of being instantly filled like that was incredible. Since Bob had already fucked me, my ass was nice and ready. I took Dave to the root with one stroke. I licked Bob's remaining jism from my hand as I looked Dave in the eye and then I began to grind my ass into his lap. Dave thrashed around from the sensations, but I held him in place and began to post on his magnificent prick. "See," Bob giggled, "I told you he was..." "You still haven't learned," I said and spun around on Dave's thick shaft. Dave moaned loudly and threw his head back on the sofa again. I grabbed Bob's dick and pulled him to me. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and down the shaft, into my mouth and back again. "Uhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn,' Bob whimpered, but I increased my ministrations on his cock, while still riding Dave. Dave managed to lift his head up, took one look at me blowing Bob, and he came. I released Bob's dick from my mouth in order to give full attention to Dave. I thrust my ass down into his lap, and rode him around in circles as he came, contracting my rectal walls in time with his spurts. The sensation was driving me insane with lust. Dave was huffing and puffing like a freight train as he finally came down from his orgasm. "Oh my God!!!!" He exclaimed..."that was fucking intense..." "You seem to think we're done, Dave..." I said as I stood up from his prick and moved Bob to the floor. "We're not done by a long shot..." and I kneeled over Bob's hips and took his cock inside me again, ensnaring his ass in the same way I had before. Bob threw his head back and slapped the floor with his arm like a pinned wrestler as I fucked him again. Dave just sat on the couch watching in amazement. "Come on, Bob...Come on, come on " I chanted. "A young stud like you has to still have plenty of cum for me...fuck me...fuck me with this ram rod!" Bob seized "YEAAAAAHHHHHH", and again my insides knew the warmth of fresh cum. As Bob began to come down, I took the tube of KY from the coffee table and applied some to my aching cock. Then I stood and turned to Dave. "Now, I'll deal with you,' I said, looking him right in the eye. Silently, he rolled over and slid down the couch to his knees, offering me his ass. I smeared a little KY on his ass, then caught some of the loads now leaking from my ass in the other hand. I slid three fingers of it into Dave, and he tensed for a moment. Then let out his breath. I entered him, then took his giant cock in both hands and began to fuck him. I started with slow strokes, wringing his dick in time with my thrusts. As soon as I touched his dick, Dave began to squirm. It must have been so sensitive. No matter. I relentlessly stroked it as I fucked him, gradually picking up speed, until, I was fucking him like a rabbit. Dave buried his face in the cushions as I kept up my assault on his asshole, running the head of my cock over his prostate like a lumberjack on a 2 man saw. Soon, Dave was shooting his jism through my fingers, and I could feel the spasms in his ass. That was all I needed to empty my balls into him. I must have left a pint of cum in him. Then I stood up and looked at my handiwork. Both these young men were spent and in a daze. All this in only 1 hour. Too bad for them I'm really straight. As they fell asleep, I quietly walked to the dining room and put on my robe. Then I went to the shower. When I returned from my shower, Dave and Bob were awake. "You're some kind of sex machine!" Dave exclaimed. " I've never been fucked like that. I don't know if we'll be able to stand the ski trip." "Hey," I replied, "about the trip, I don't think I'll be going after all." "Why not?! You'll be the life of the party!" Bob said, disappointment in his voice. "I called a friend and I'll be meeting her tomorrow," I said dryly. "Business." "I see...," Bob replied. To be continued in Part 4.