3 comments/ 20508 views/ 10 favorites Saturday Morning Fever By: mindingutter 1 "Phil?" my wife yelled up the stairs, the words I dreaded every Saturday morning since Spring had arrived. "Are you going to try to find my dishes today?" "Sure babe," I replied, not looking forward to wading through all the junk in the garage, looking for some special family china in one of dozens of look-alike boxes. We said our goodbyes and she left for her twelve-hour-plus shift. We had moved hastily to downtown Boston, to take advantage of a first-year surgical residency for Julie. I work online, and luckily we had no kids and didn't have to worry about school districts. We rented a brick townhouse within walking distance of her new job. The building was so old that I think the British had shot it up during the Revolution. As with all structures in this 'working class' neighborhood, it had been added on to and renovated several times. The backs of the houses were a jungle of small courtyards, passageways and carriage houses, all brick, and some had common roofs, separated by a breezeway beneath. Most of the alley that sat behind our house and the similar dwelling next door was hidden from view at all angles, especially because of the three-story, monolithic, windowless hospital heating plant behind us. The narrow passageway would have made a good crime scene, except that it was dead-ended by a new concrete wall on one end, and blocked by a shipping container at the other. Only our two adjacent houses had access. Weeds, an old wheelchair, boards and trash were the sole occupants, I saw through a dirty window as I began to comb through the brown cartons. About a half hour into my search, I was startled by someone in the alley. I looked out the window and saw it was the old man from next door. I didn't know his name, and I had only had a few polite conversations with one of the young mothers in the house, Elena, whose English was heavily accented but correct and precise. I say 'one of the young mothers' because I think there were three families living there, at least eight kids, plus the grandparents. Immigrants from Eastern Europe, they were quite loud during the day but quiet at night, and I had traded respectful nods with the young fathers, who were sometimes curbside, arguing on their cell phones and working on their taxis, apparently their livelihood. So I look out the window and the old guy, who was gray, nearly bald, and about sixty I guess, dressed as always in polyester pants and a faded dress shirt, lit a cigarette. No big deal, I didn't blame him for wanting to escape the chaotic house full of screaming kids. Luckily the little hellions hadn't discovered the alley, apparently a locked door kept them out of his quiet space. I was about to turn away and continue my search, when I see his hand reach down and appear to unzip his pants. Just great, I thought, he's going to add a stale piss stench to the musty smell already present in this damp area the sun never reaches. My angle of view was from the back, more or less, and suddenly I saw his arm moving back and forth. The old guy was jerking off! My pulse increased. Yes I'm married, but I secretly still like dicks sometimes. The urge comes and goes. I look at gay porn or videos of guys jacking it once in a while, and my wife's long hours at work were making our sex life erratic, so I felt adventurous this morning. Just about anyone would keep watching, I told myself. I had 'experimented', as they say, in college, before I met Julie. I was drunk at a boring year-end hall party that was mostly guys. In a case of mistaken identity, I guess, a guy came over to me and said into my ear that 'his friend Hunter said I gave great blowjobs'. I didn't know anyone by that name. It may have been a ploy by him alone, or he may have been sent by someone as a practical joke. Regardless, I had enough alcohol-induced bravery that I laughed and said 'Okay'. We went up to the roof access level of the dorm's stairwell and I extracted, yanked and sucked on the guy's nice, thick six inches until he filled my mouth with jizz. I never saw that guy again, and there were no repercussions to my reputation as far as I knew. I enjoyed that adventure to the point of posting online, but chickened out on answering any of the few replies. I wished I had been sober during that first blowjob, so I could recall every detail and nuance as I thought about it when jacking my own meat sometimes. So back to the old man, he was hammering away, and in a few minutes I saw several streams of sperm splatter onto the brick pavement. He zipped up, mashed out his cigarette with his worn black dress shoe, and left. I looked at the time, and wondered if it was a daily or weekly routine with him; I would have loved to watch him do it again. Judging by the amount of fluid he expelled, I was betting it had been at least week since he last shot a wad. Not thirty minutes later I found the dishes Julie wanted. I repacked them with some old newspapers on top, and stuffed them back into the pile of boxes. Suddenly I wanted to spend more time in the garage. A later inspection of the outer passageway revealed quite a few cigarette butts, so his habit, at least the smoking part, was more frequent than I thought. 2 I wasn't able to escape Sunday morning, and things got busy with my job during the next week. I didn't get much time to think about the old man until Saturday morning again, when I was alone once more. Sure enough, about ten o'clock, he appeared in the alley, lit up and began to stroke his meat once again. This time I could see everything. His cock was golden brown, with thick veins crisscrossing it and a large, uncircumcised mushroom head. I was enjoying the show, and instinctively thought about my lips surrounding it, when it occurred to me that maybe he would let me suck it! It seemed a waste to let all that sperm just splash onto the ground. Hopefully he would at least invite me join him in jerking. I knew I had to seize this opportunity. My mind grappled with the question of how to approach the masturbating old man. I decided to 'catch' him in the act, and offer my assistance. My heart racing, I crept out of the garage, not wanting to spook him with a noise. I took a deep breath before rounding the corner, making myself visible to him. Slowly I peeked down the wall. There he was, concentrating on the task at hand, literally. My dick jolted in my pants I took a few more steps and he looked up and saw me, about fifteen feet away. Embarrassed, he stuffed his stiff meat, at least seven inches, into his pants, and turned to leave. I whistled to get his attention, gave him a smile and a two thumbs up. I didn't bother to speak, since I doubted he spoke English. As I stepped closer and out of public view, I then pointed at my mouth, formed in an outstretched 'O', then his crotch. Only after I had revealed my intentions, did it occur to me that he may not want a male slurping on his pecker, and would tell his rough-looking housemates that I was a closet kielbasa lover. I was so nervous I could feel my ears throbbing. The old man looked shocked, but after a couple seconds smiled, missing a few of his teeth. He apparently got my meaning and motioned me closer. His zipper was still down when I got there, dropping to my knees and sitting back on my calves to lower my mouth level with the gorgeous prick he was pulling from his gray polyester pants. He stunk of many days of body odor, which turned me on even more. In seconds his hard cock was pointing at my face as my dick grew in my pants. I could feel my heart pounding as I raised my hand to clutch the base, and stretched my tongue to lick the head, the outer reaches of which were still covered with the foreskin. My first sober taste of dick was salty and a great appetizer. I wanted to lick up and down the shaft, but couldn't resist just opening my jaw and impaling my throat with it. I gagged immediately and felt my nose tickled by his thick gray pubes before my reflexes audibly ejected his fat head out a couple inches, my shoulders jolting. I heard him mumble and begin to breathe heavily as I closed my lips tightly around the pulsing shaft and drew in, making my cheeks cave. I reared my head back and felt his skin slide along the engorged muscle beneath. In moments the inside of my lips collided with the rim of the broad helmet, the signal to switch directions. I was too slow to halt and the pliable lip and foreskin tissues contorting made a loud smack as the pressure released. I relaxed my jaw, again descending to impale my throat on it, but keeping my lips tight enough to drag his skin downward along the muscle. I continued this cycle, increasing the pace, noise level, and excess slobber until I had to pull up for air. Panting, I caught my breath as I licked his shaft all over, my chin dripping, pausing to kiss, tug and stretch his skin outward slightly. I suddenly wanted to do this all day. My own dick was rock hard. One of the other regrets I had about my first blowjob was not playing with the guy's nuts. I redeemed myself here, and the hand that wasn't holding the base during my tongue worship reached beyond the zipper and encountered a hairy, severely drooping sack, but with large balls that felt great in my hand. I had resumed my quick, head bobbing, squishy-noise, gag and suck job for less than two minutes when his hips thrust forward, he gasped, and my palate was flooded with heated, salty, creamy sperm. I refrained from swallowing immediately in order to play with it on my tongue, and some dribbled down my chin as his satisfied meat exited. I wiped the gooey strings upwards as he retreated, placing a hand on his chest, referring to himself. "Viktor, Viktor," He said grinning, as a post blowjob-introduction, then pointed to his watch, then held up four fingers. "Phillip," I pointed at myself, and held up my own four fingers, laced with his jizz, nodding. Somehow, I managed to keep from jerking off the rest of the day, almost in disbelief that I had actually given another blowjob, and loved it. Of course I wandered back out to the garage about a quarter to four that afternoon. As a cover, I dragged a wheeled trash can around to make it look like I was doing work, not trolling for more dick. Soon Viktor rounded the corner, with another old guy. Wilhelm, the new arrival, was in pet-hair covered, velour track suit pants and a tennis shirt, a little younger and heavier, with unkempt hair and a beard. He had no sooner introduced himself than had his waistband lowered, sliding a soft, reddish penis out of his briefs. Cigarettes were lit as I dropped to my knees for the second time that day, this time onto an old Celtics arena seat cushion, having planned ahead. The new cock, surrounded by reddish brown and gray pubic hair, was quickly hard after I cradled it in my mouth and gyrated my head around, stretching the growing shaft. The feel of it swelling against my tongue was awesome. It was circumcised, shorter than Viktor's, but thicker. I played with Wilhelm's furry nuts as well, while I loudly sucked and licked his pole. I was quickly getting addicted to giving head; it just felt so damn good. Maybe I was a natural. I must have done well earlier, or the old man wouldn't have brought his buddy over as a referral. Wilhelm's hard meat was just the right length to gag me a little, but I could basically take it down to the root. Inside my jeans, my own shaft ached for release as my lips, tongue and throat kept up the sequential pressure on the thick muscle in my mouth. After less than five minutes of noisy, enthusiastic, spitty cock sucking, the newcomer grunted and also coated my tongue and gums with what seemed like a full shot glass of his thick, saline sauce. Soon they simply zipped up, stepped on a couple discount cigarette butts, and left. With the taste of another man's semen and a few of his long pubic hairs still in my mouth, I went into the garage and promptly jerked off, shooting a huge, messy load all over the wall. I watched it drip down the bricks as I caught my breath, then moved a couple boxes in front of the splattered spot. In the ensuing hour, after jerking off again, this time all over my lap on the living room sofa, I had some of those 'What the hell are you doing?' moments. 'You've got a cute wife who adores you and is a fucking doctor! You two will be floating in money in ten years and you're risking that to suck cock, a cheap thrill?' Well, apparently I was; I couldn't stop. 3 The Saturday mornings with Viktor and sometimes afternoons with Wilhelm carried on, almost like clockwork, for over a month. By periodically forcing myself all the way down and staying there as long as I could stand it, I became adept at taking the length of their hard cocks fully without a single gag, okay well maybe a few. It was completely addicting, feverishly sucking these old men's pricks and licking their heavy nuts. I would need a twelve step program to stop, for sure. I had seemed to manage the logistics well. We even expanded to one or two other days of the week. Through broken English and gestures, we made up a signal that if Viktor was having a 'smoke' in the alley, he would tilt up a long rotted old board against a certain spot the wall. I could see it from my second floor work desk, and if I had no conference calls and Julie was on duty at the hospital, I would slip down and suck one or the other guy off, sometimes receiving a messy, eye-clogging facial, chuckles, and possibly Slavic language ridicule as their gloppy sperm slid down my cheeks. I had a close call when Julie came across a t-shirt with semen stains that I had forgotten to wash immediately; luckily she wrote them off as dried ice cream. One Friday night in July, I noticed the entire clan next door loading up the two minivan taxis with inflatable rafts and suitcases, apparently leaving for a vacation. I was disappointed because Julie had gone out of town to a conference, and I was free to make as many trips to the alley to suck cock as I wanted. Since I was alone, and the neighbors were gone, I resolved after breakfast to clean the house for real, when I happened to check outside for the secret board signal. It was there! The old man must have begged off the trip to the beach. I rushed down to the alley. Both men were crushing their cigarette butts; I had almost missed them. Vying for a more comfortable location, I motioned them toward the house, saying 'Okay, okay', and, grinning, they must have figured out that my wife was out of town. Our destination was the partially finished basement of our townhouse, where we had placed some used furniture and our old big screen TV, used only occasionally, when some of our friends would come over for a movie. Up until this point, they had kept my alleyway oral adventures to one blowjob at a time, seemingly to maintain the appearance to their family of a double cigarette break. Suddenly faced with practically unlimited time, I wondered in which order they would like to be sucked, or maybe both at once like in a porn video. We had barely finished descending the burrowing exterior stairs and shutting the door when the men began a serious discussion amongst themselves, shrugging. Viktor then wrapped the fingers of one hand around the middle finger of the other and slid it in and out quickly. Wilhelm tugged outward on the back waistband of my shorts and boxers, apparently looking down at my ass. "Eh? Eh?" they asked, grinning at me. I blushed as I realized one, or both of them wanted to butt fuck me. I was elated and to my surprise, flattered. I was also scared at the escalation and the physical demands it would make. I had been so orally fixated, I didn't even think about them fucking me. Over the years, I had shoved things up my ass sometimes while jacking, but it had been quite a while since doing so. A mental flash of those memories made me realize I needed some lube. "Okay." I heard myself say, nodding and smiling. My heart pounded as I jogged through my house; it was surreal thinking I was about to be butt fucked. A few minutes later I returned to the basement, KY jelly in hand. My two hairy legged guests were down to socks and shirts only, playing with their dicks. I slid my shorts and boxers off, then reached back to lube my hole. Just one finger felt invasive and uncomfortable, and I was beginning to question my quick decision to let them have me, especially in series. Reluctantly I approached the grinning, kneeling men, their hard cocks wagging in front of them. Suddenly wishing I had never started this whole blowjob thing, at their direction, I got down on all fours on the carpet between them. I was going to get it in both ends. "Mmm," Viktor said, I assumed, in reference to my nearly hairless, 'schoolboy ass' an ex-girlfriend once called it. I felt his hand grasp my cheek, and then I grunted as a finger slid into my sphincter, wiggled, and exited. More comments were exchanged between the two men until Wilhelm, his dancing, stiff reddish cock just out of range of my mouth, its deep pee hole staring at me, balls jiggling, attempted English, holding up a single finger. "First? First? He seemed to be asking if I was a virgin, at least this kind of virgin. "Yes, yes," I replied nodding. "Virgin, first fuck in my ass." I had to admit to myself, that despite the inevitable pain, while somewhat helpless in Viktor's clutches and feeling his hard, throbbing meat 'on deck' in my ass crack, this was all absolutely thrilling. My dick was growing in agreement. Wilhelm abandoned his post in front of me, having arisen to watch my deflowering up close. Both men chuckled simultaneously, mocking me, parroting my reply. I felt Viktor's thighs back away from mine and knew he was lining up his cock for entry. I tried to relax my asshole. I felt his head against my flexing rim, and with an ardent shove, and an agonized outcry from me, I was no longer a virgin of any kind. I was hyperventilating, eyes watering as every nerve around my hole and up to my diaphragm protested the sudden outward stretch. Relief came as the invader exited, but it was a false promise as he plunged right back into me. He speared me and withdrew several more times, with each repetition my grunts lessened and I got more acclimated to having a cock in my throbbing ass. My own dick was rock hard and pointed at the floor. Soon Viktor was holding my hips tightly, mumbling and slamming away at me, his heavy sack striking me as intestinal chills spiked through my torso. I was breathing heavily, and Wilhelm saw my open mouth as an invitation for his hard dick to enter, which it did while he held the sides of my head. I did my best to breathe and properly suck on Wilhelm, but the sensations coming from my splayed rectum were overwhelming. Wilhelm's thick meat began to face fuck me at an even faster pace than his friend was maintaining. All these sensations, screaming across my nervous system, pleasure, pain, lack of oxygen, men's hands gripping my bare skin, open jaw, all fought for attention in my brain. This was just an incredible moment in my life. The three of us were creating a cacophony of heavy breath, flesh slapping, moans, grunts, and gulping noise as I continued to take both cocks. Just as I was getting into the rhythm of servicing two horny men, I felt Viktor stop pumping and hold our pelvises together tightly as he grunted loudly, shooting in my colon, I assumed. Wilhelm hadn't missed a beat of his relentless face fuck, but pulled out to take over for his friend at pillaging my ass. I finally was able to see something besides his pubes, my only view for the last several minutes. My hole was raw and aching but my breathing improved without a cock in my throat. It was nice to have a break from the constant neck motion as well. Saturday Morning Fever Ch. 02 Things always break on Fridays. The damn furnace went out during the afternoon, and every repair place I called would not promise when they could get to me, as temperatures were only in the teens. Thoroughly warned about weekend overtime charges, I left my information with nearly ten companies across the downtown Boston area. I relayed the bad news to my wife when she called from much warmer Tennessee, where she was spending a couple weeks obtaining a new surgical certification at a teaching hospital. About midnight I bundled up near our fireplace to sleep, and just as I drifted off my phone rang. "This is Mike with G&N Services." We spoke for a moment about the type of furnace I had, and he asked if I was available to let him in. "When will you be here?" "I'm in fronna your house now," he replied in the classic New England accent. Sure enough, an unmarked white van sat at the curb in front of the townhouse. For a moment it felt a little creepy that he was already there like a late night stalker, but maybe he lived nearby. Also I guessed this far up north these guys had to work all hours. I was grateful I would at least have heat, as the house was getting chilly. Mike was a big guy, over six feet with a linebacker build. Once in the basement, he stripped off his worn parka down to a filthy red hoodie and jeans. The removal of his ski cap revealed that his blonde hair was short, and he had a short beard as well. He must have been in his late twenties, a little older than me. I offered coffee and delivered a mug to him as he knelt by the partially disassembled furnace, his shirt and jeans plastered with soot. His large hands were equally as soiled as he gripped the mug. It seemed like I had seen him somewhere before, but dismissed the idea, since we had moved here less than a year ago. All our local acquaintances were medical staff that worked with my wife. We made small talk as he worked, and I thanked him for coming by so late at night. He said there were other people ahead of me on the schedule, but he just happened to be nearby. We made more small talk, both mentioned being married, and he had two toddlers at home. He apologized for his phone call awaking my wife, but I disclosed that Julie was out of town. The conversation then took a strange direction as he took an electronic meter and unwrapped some wires. "This house has that little alley in the back, doesn't it, behind the carriage house?" "Yeah," I answered nonchalantly, while flashbacks of the many interludes I spent back there on my knees with my lips wrapped around a dick suddenly arose. I tried to suppress those indulgent memories, and frantically sought a logical reason he would know about the hidden spot. "Did you used to live on this block?" "Nah, I only do this residential stuff part time to help my fatha out. Actually I work next door to you." Mike gestured toward the giant white building behind our townhouse. It was the heating plant for the hospital. Suddenly I felt dizzy. He must have known my secret somehow. I was a closet cocksucker. I also realized now where I had seen him before, a couple times at the bus stop in a maintenance uniform, a hospital security badge similar to my wife's clipped to his coat. No need to panic, I told myself, it may have just been a coincidence. Ninety-nine percent of the time that alley was empty. But back then, I was so obsessed I had never thought about a mechanic being on the heating plant roof, watching me give blowjobs. Maybe the furnace man had an interest in historic architecture, I rationalized. "So was that you I saw..." he began to ask. So much for the architecture theory. My first instinct was right. He knew. I blushed as a sense of dread overtook me. My pulse increased. "...um...partyin' with those two old guys back there? Sure looked like you guys were havin' fun." Mike looked at me with a grin. His blue eye reflected the pale shop lights above. "That wasn't..oh...you, um saw.. that?" I replied, halting a futile denial in midstream and stuttering the only thing I could think of to say. I was now able to drop my macho male persona. I knew deep down I wanted to confess to liking dicks and felt the warmth on my face and my pulse thump in my ears. Caught. My fear of him blackmailing me was luckily short-lived. "Saw it, hell, I changed my schedule to Saturday first shift so I wouldn't miss it." He unboxed a replacement part. "Timed my breaks and work on the roof so I could catch all the action. You sure took good care of those horny old bastuds. I couldn't always see everything, but it looked like you were lovin' it, weren't you?" "Well... yeah," I said. It felt great to admit it out loud. He turned to look at me again. "Think you're ready for the big leagues?" Mike adjusted the crotch of his dirty denim pants. He had been in a squatting position, but lowered a knee to the scrap carpet on the floor and a nice bulge was detectable along the inside of his other thigh. I was sure that move was for my benefit, and he glanced over to see me staring down at the denim hump. My own cock was rapidly hardening inside my sweatpants. Was he inviting me to suck him off? "I guess your wife doesn't know?" His mention of Julie halted my thoughts of verbally volunteering for the 'big leagues'. "No way." "You have lotsa Craig's list guys you meet? With your wife away, I'm surprised you're not out somewhere right now, swallowin' some guy's load." "No it was just those two, a crime of opportunity," I replied. "Oh, and one guy drunk in college." Just the admission and brief mental recollections sent even more blood to my cock. "I saw the old guys moved away, too bad," he said as he hit a button and after a few clicks, the gas jets of the boiler ignited. Mike went over his repairs, the replacement of a hydrostat and limit switch. "I gotta go out to the truck to get my ticket." He stood and the mouthwatering bulge reshaped itself but remained, oriented toward and nearly reaching a side pocket, angled up like an hour hand pointing to ten on a clock face. He reached down for his packed tool bag. The ball was clearly in my court to escalate things. The hunger for cock had returned full force in just a matter of moments. It was time to beg if required. I could only imagine the spectacular meat hiding beneath that sooty denim. "What do you mean by big leagues?" I asked, nervousness apparent in my voice. "Do you wanna find out?" he asked, then looked down and smiled at the bulge in my sweats. "Hell yes!" I replied. "The problem is, I got other calls to get to, but I guess we got time for a little taste." He unwrapped his blackened fingers from the tool bag and reached toward his belt buckle. At this point it should be explained that the access to my cluttered basement had a wooden landing that straddled a sewer pipe and some other plumbing, almost like a back porch with two stairs down to the 1700's stone floor, on which we currently stood. Mike began giving orders, which I nervously obeyed. "Turn around. Up there." I walked up the two stairs to the landing, its ancient boards creaking. I was facing away from him at that point. His buckle clinked. "Step forward and sit. You ever suck a dick upside down?" "No." I always wanted to try it, but wasn't sure how well this was going to work in this uncomfortable location. "Lie down, pants around your ankles, boxers too. I like to see a man's cock while he's sucking me!" I heard a zipper as I followed the instructions, and my sweats and Hanes 34s were soon almost completely off, and the air chilled my bare skin. My dick was throbbing madly and pointed at the ceiling. I was going to need to wash everything, as I was wallowing in decades of dirt, but didn't care. I was going to get to suck another dick! I was flattered that he had routinely watched me in the alley this past summer, and I was ready to do his bidding. I had barely adjusted my shoulders and leaned my head back when Mike was over me. My mouth propped open as wide as possible, I was practically in the dark as his big frame instantly blocked the most of light. I didn't even get to see his stiff meat in its entirety before the divided underside of his circumcised helmet passed over the bridge of my nose. Mike's awesome, vein-riddled shaft was next, resembling the tensed forearm of a posing bodybuilder. It just seemed to keep going and going as it nearly filled my field of vision, and passed beyond my trembling, anticipating lips. Salty and smelling like heating fuel and stale piss, his dick pressed my tongue up against my bottom teeth and was still progressing toward my tonsils. I now understood what he meant by big leagues as his heavy, warm shaved sack nestled against my forehead. I formed a duck mouth and closed my lips around the warm, thick, muscular, long cock. I only had time to feel a couple pulses of blood flowing through it when he spoke, his voice coming from midair over my crotch as he was nearly lying on top of me. "Open. Relax it," Mike said, referring to my throat. He alternately grabbed my wrists and set my hands flat beneath my head, apparently to cushion my scalp if it contacted the hard wooden stair tread. My introduction to the 'big leagues' of cock sucking began slowly, with the guy's bulbous head plugging my throat and pulling back several times, creating a series of loud squishes audible above the roar of the furnace. It felt awesome to have my mouth filled so quickly. "Do you like that?" He asked. I hummed a positive reply as he spoke again. "You cock sucking faggot." I hummed agreement again, my dick twitching as I confessed. His pace increased as my throat became increasingly occupied, and I began noisily gagging with violent convulsions. As my chest cavity literally bounced off the deck, my head indeed bottomed out and slammed into my hands beneath. I could feel pools of phlegm and thick saliva form and overflow with loud gurgles out of my mouth. I was now involuntarily grunting random and strained, flatted chords of discomfort as Mike's rock hard meat rhythmically choked me. "Take it! Take it you cocksucker!" he grunted as he fucked my mouth. I was at his mercy, completely dominated by that cock, at moments unable to sense anything else but the stabbing, stiff penis. It felt like he had inserted a third arm into me and was trying to lift me into the air by the esophagus. The big man's hanging belt buckle pelted my ear, and his open zipper scraped my forehead From above I must have looked like a small fish that had taken the bait from a giant shark hook and was thrashing about on the boat deck, unable to escape or breathe. My own dick, load rapidly building, flailed around, loosing some its solidity as the throat fucking had absolutely consumed my senses. I had been kicking the floor without even realizing it. Taking Mike's dick so deep and so suddenly was simply another unforgettable experience. After about thirty seconds of his relentless, chaotic skull fuck, Mike pulled his cock out and into the light. I coughed and wheezed like a near drowning victim, my upside down face dripping with snot and phlegm. I could only see out of one tearful eye, but Mike's stunning hard cock came into view. The reason I felt hooked like a mackerel was now obvious. The stiff meat had a beautiful upward banana curve, which aided its navigation far into my throat to what felt like halfway to my stomach. His muscular dick was coated, glistening and draped with strings and webs of thick, cloudy liquid, which escaped in ropes and strings after their disconnection from my face, flung in random directions as it swayed temptingly. He hadn't come, as this was 'just a taste'. Sweaty despite the cool air, I could only think of one word. "More," I said between coughs. "Please." "You like that?" Mike laughed, stepping away from me. "I need to go. I'll call later, I need to check on these settings, anyway," he said, referring to the furnace. The blonde man's dirty hand wiped the slobber off his dick and wiped on my heaving chest, leaving a shiny gray blotch across my Steelers sweatshirt, something I wasn't brave enough to wear outside around this city. I watched him stuff his boner into his jeans and zip up; I hated to see it disappear. "Not bad," Mike said, sliding into his parka. "You ever take one up your ass?" "Yeah, once with the old guys." "That's it? Cool," He replied as I scrambled around on the floor, tying to upright myself. I followed him out to the van and paid the repair ticket in the frigid air, my dick making a tent in my sweats, unable to look him in the eye. Mike promised to come back later in the morning, and he would call first. I returned to the basement to make sure there was no sign of the brief encounter present in the heavy coating of dirt. There was evidence everywhere. I had to remove prints of my bare butt, his hands, and even my shoe prints were on the lower door frame, made while I was on my back flopping around with his cock down my throat. Satisfied I had tidied up, I showered and retook my spot on the sofa in front of the fireplace. I could not stop thinking about his cock. It was all I could do not to jerk off. It took a while for me to calm down, but I gradually fell asleep. For some reason I awoke just after six; it was still dark. The house was warm and I had kicked the blanket off, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie, nothing beneath, so I could get naked fast. My dick was hard, as usual in the morning. If not for my sore sides from gagging, it seemed like the furnace had come back on by itself, and the whole episode with Mike had been a terrific dream. My cell rang right after I took a piss. "This is Mike with G&N Services. I need to check your pressure gauges. Is now a good time, sir?" There must have been someone listening, the reason for all the formality. I played it straight when I replied , but all I could think of was that beautiful curved dick. He arrived and I let him in the side kitchen door as before. He had cleaned up and changed into different sweats, but was not smiling and was all business. I had to lead him back down to the basement, I was kind of insulted he hadn't remembered the house he told me he immediately called ahead of four others because he thought the 'alley blowjob guy' lived there. But he must have been to a dozen houses over the weekend, and probably had been working all night. Mike was kneeling at the furnace, and I decided to be bold. I slid off my basketball shorts, since he hadn't seemed to have noticed my roving boner beneath the thin material. He said nothing as he looked around the gauges with a flashlight. Standing behind him, wearing only Nikes and an unzipped hoodie, I reached down over his shoulder and attempted to squeeze his crotch. I had no sooner grasped the denim when he turned around and elbowed me across the forehead and shoved me away. I fell backward onto the cold stone floor, landing on my bare ass. "What the hell?" Mike yelled, looking at me with disgust. I wasn't really hurt, but serious doubts overcame me. Maybe I was going nuts. Did I fabricate the whole discussion with this guy about my oral alley exploits? Was the teasingly short throat fuck an elaborate fantasy? It did almost seem too good to be true. Was my secret obsession with men's penises driving me insane? So there I sat with the big, angry furnace repairman staring down at my nearly naked body, my reddish dick sticking up. My stomach began to churn as I reached up for my shorts that were draped over an old chair. Mike reached out and held my wrist. He had pulled his phone out and a male voice angrily answered and cursed at him for calling. Mike took a deep breath and sounded panicked. "You better get over here! I hit some gay guy too hard when he tried to grab my junk! No, a wrench! And then he hit his head on a pipe! There's blood everywhere!" He shouted my address. "Get your ass over here now!" Mike tightened his grip on my wrist. To be continued... Saturday Morning Fever Ch. 03 The furnace repairman gripped my wrist with his strong, calloused hand. Feeling like I was in a Twilight Zone episode, I thought this guy was going to let me suck his cock. Just a few hours ago, he had shoved it down my throat a couple dozen times until my face was a sloppy mess, or so I remembered. However, he had just reacted violently when I stripped almost naked and tried to touch his crotch, shoving me away. I was beginning to question my sanity. The guy pulled me up off the floor. "Hi! I'm Mike, the real Mike. The guy who was here before was my twin brotha Jake. Did that moron tell you to grab his junk when he came back?" "Sorta," I replied as I brushed a layer of basement dirt off my chilled ass. He shook his head. "Sorry. He's always pulling asshole stunts like this. We used to pull crap on our parents, teachas and bosses when we were kids." "Damn! You guys do look like exactly alike!" I said, very relieved I wasn't going bat shit crazy, and hopefully wasn't going to be bludgeoned. "Don't worry about the blood comments," he said. "That bastud set us up, and I needed to scare the shit outta his worthless ass. Sorry I shoved you, I just had to play it straight, ya know? How did you and Jake end up being so...friendly?" He grinned. Standing there with no pants, my dick re-stiffened as I told the real Mike about his twin's voyeurism of my alleyway blowjobs and the brief but intense bullying of my pharynx with his cock. This Mike saw me blatantly looking down at his crotch, which seemed to be expanding nicely. He smiled at my jolting boner. "So you like dicks, huh?" he said and reached for his zipper. Then to my dismay, the real Mike moved his hand away and asked about a rolled up carpet remnant that was lying on the floor across the room. "I gotta idea," he said. Several minutes later I was lying on the kitchen floor, rolled up inside the carpet, like a nearly nude dead body, ready for a ride to the landfill, waiting for identical twin Jake's arrival. The lights were on but of course I could see nothing. Moments later the side door opened, my queue to act dead and not move, especially my feet that were sticking out. "Shit! " Jake, the guy whose arched dick had been in my mouth briefly, screamed at his brother. "You Goddamn idiot! What the fuck are you doin'? Did you call 911?" His voice was stressed and intense. "Hell no! We gotta get rid of his body," Mike said frantically. "I dragged him up here, you gotta help me carry him out to the van." Not a bad acting job, at least it sounded like it. "How do you know he's..." Jake hesitated, "...dead?" "It doesn't matter, he'll sue us if he lives. Just help me get him in the van while it's still dark. Is there a shovel in your truck?" "Fuck you, Michael! I'm callin' 911! Jake yelled. I could hear a cell phone beeping. Next I heard snickers and then laughter as Mike broke character, and his twin realized he was being scammed. My role as a corpse over and well played, I think, I began to unroll myself. "Awwww you fuckin' assholes!" Jake yelled. He tried to stay mad but was relieved there was no dead body to dispose of. "You motha fuckin' assholes!" "Ahhh I got you, fucktard!" Mike exclaimed and pointed at his twin. "I got you!" He and his brother started a playful shoving match, cursing and insulting each other. Finally they calmed down. I was sitting on the unrolled remnant, still naked except for my open hoodie, socks and running shoes, dick hard. "So what's wrong?" Jake asked, "You didn't like him grabbin' your worthless junk?" "It's better than that freaky thing of yours." Mike replied, laughing as their shoving contest ended. "Phil, did this moron hurt you?" Jake asked. "I can't believe you helped him pull that shit!" he said, referring to his twin's revenge. "Nah, I'm good," I answered. "But it did make me think I was losing it for a minute there." "And to think, I was gonna take it easy on you," Jake said, sliding his belt out of its buckle. "Bring it on," I replied enthusiastically, rising to my knees but sitting back on my calves in the center of the rug. My pulse raced at the prospect of them pulling their cocks out. I realized how lucky I was. Some guys never get to suck a single dick, and here I was with my second set of two. I was trembling with excitement once again. "Listen to this cocky bastud!" One of them said from above as they both approached my face, belts loose, zippers descending. Jeans and elastic boxer waistbands were lowered, revealing rugged penile shafts and then reddish mushroom heads, and finally plump balls in the well-lit kitchen. My own dick throbbed madly as the two quivering, semi-hard cocks approached, draped over their owner's fingers. Jake's pubes were shaven, and Mike's were closely cropped into a light brown fuzz. The heads bumped together. "Hey! Don't touch me with that nasty thing!" one of them said. "Have you even washed it this month?" The insulting banter between the brothers continued as they each chose a side and my extended tongue alternately tasted and licked each gorgeous pink cock. My neck twisting from side to side as if watching a tennis match, I was soon alternately accommodating a few inches of each penis with all the suction I could muster. A staccato chorus of my moans and lip-smacking echoed off the kitchen cabinets, and their verbal sparring match ceased, replaced by heavy breathing. Each dick cooled a bit during the twenty seconds or so that I paid attention to the other, but soon it was encircled by my mouth and reheated once more. I looked up at the guys and they were both watching me, occasionally raring their heads back and gasping as I performed long, slow strokes, flexing my neck in 'yes' and 'no' motions while my massaging lips were stretching and kneading the skin along the expanding muscle beneath. Saliva drained off my chin as they called me "a good little cocksucker". I brought both hands up near my jaw and grasped their swelling shafts, simultaneously yanking and twisting them until they were solid and attained their final stiffened form. It was thrilling having a hard dick in each hand at the same time. Again I was amazed at their length; Mike's was as long as Jake's, but lacked the upward curve. My earlier guess of over eight inches unfurled had seemed about right. I fondled their balls next, then went back to jerking them rapidly and extended my tongue to enthusiastically lick their sacks all over. The spit-glazed, nearly hairless testicles almost seemed to react on their own, climbing up my face and nuzzling my nose. After I had given each guy's nuts a slimy, wet tongue bath, I looked up at them and inhaled deeply. Now the real work began. I repeatedly plunged my open mouth downward on Mike's gorgeous straight dick, gagging violently. After a few strokes Jake helped by stepping around and holding the back of my head while I tried to engulf his bother's meat. My nose, which nearly reached Mike's short pubes, began to run and tears welled up in my eyes as involuntary, straining grunts began to echo through the kitchen. After about a minute Mike backed out to let me have some air, releasing a small torrent of thick slime, ropes of which splattered off his retreating cock and my lips onto my chest and stomach, down into my pubes. I had learned to let the liquid out before inhaling, but still coughed a few times as I recovered. Even though there was a definite, unnatural discomfort in having the erection so far into my throat, I craved it back inside me only moments after it had vacated. I was feverishly addicted. My temples throbbed and my face was flushed, but I wanted more. "Nice!" Mike said about my efforts. "I told you I found a hot little whore! Phil fucking loooooves cock!" Jake said. "Isn't that right, Phil?" He patted my cheek harshly. "Yes!" I managed to say as I caught my breath. I could feel my load build every time I admitted it aloud. "Yes I love cock!" I took Mike's dick as best I could for several more minutes, my chest cavity jolting frequently as he harshly fucked my mouth. Next I raised up my dripping chin to take Jake's upturned mushroom head between my lips, and tried like hell to get his shaft to flex down into my throat, but had no luck. I could only get about half his rigid dick into my mouth as I sucked noisily, my head jolting up and down. The absence of frequent gagging did not last long. Jake solved the depth problem by palming and pushing back on my forehead, then pivoting around. He straddled my shoulders and took a football center's stance, using both hands to hold my head as the football. Now in the inverse position, his dick battered my nose until it was deeply buried in my convulsing throat, his moist balls bouncing around on my cheeks. The open, spread zipper of his lowered pants tugged at my hair, and strained grunts resonated through my throbbing ears as I surrendered fully to the demanding, stiff cock. I tried my best to tighten my lips on his out strokes, but I was unable to keep pace with his groaning, fast onslaught, and their flapping added to the symphony of noises as air escaped and my stiff meat and legs flailed around. My neck was dripping with drool and mucus and my sparse chest hair was matted with overflow as well. "That's it! Take it deep you cock lovin' fag!" Jake yelled as I struggled beneath him, my chest jolting. "Gag on it, bitch!" I was indeed ecstatically taking it and gagging on it when both their phones buzzed, Jake withdrew, and his slimy dick popped out of my mouth, slinging a torrent of thick throat goop into the air. Most of it rained back down onto my bare body as the back of my head contacted the carpet. I enjoyed watching them stand and read their phones, glistening, hard cocks dancing around, but the news wasn't good. They had another emergency call, and began cussing and wiping their dicks off with a dish towel. I hated to see them go; I wanted more cock. An idea occurred. "Wait! Take me with you," I said. "I can finish you off in the van." The twins looked at each other and grinned. Saturday Morning Fever Ch. 03 "Please fuck me!" I said, in disbelief I was doing this at all, and especially in a church building. I wanted to reach down and spread my ass cheeks to emphasize my desire for his menacing-looking meat, but my hands were still slick with the lube. I was trembling with nervous excitement. Each verbalization, each admission that I wanted sex with a male brought my load a little closer. "Please shove you cock up my ass!" I begged, my voice weak. To my surprise, he grabbed my wrist and had me start jerking off. I moaned without thinking as my hand, still slick with lube, gripped my aching shaft. It felt awesome, and I found I loved doing it in front of men. "Tell me when you're close to cummin'," he said, his cock swaying inches from my hole. Was he serious? After sucking them both while being hard all morning and not having shot in several days, I was nearly about to cum in my pants. "I'm close now!" Jake laughed as he lined up his cock to enter me. I started jerking my dick down close to my stomach so could watch the show. My shoulders were lower than my hips on the worn mattress, and I craned my neck upward. It was my first time facing the guy fucking me, and I was able to see almost everything in the strangely lit room. Instantly my hole began spreading. Moments later my universe suddenly consisted of only two things, my expanded asshole, bursting with pain, and the visual image of his shaft working its way into me. The grinning furnace repairman bucked his hips and removed his guiding fingers. His curved, glistening meat, wiggling its way into me was like a sci-fi movie of an alien creature invading a human body, possessing and forever altering its host. As I grunted loudly from the pain I also savored the growing pleasure of my overfilled rectum and knew I would be forever altered as well, loosened by and addicted to Jake's muscular dick. I grunted in pain and Jake's face assumed a look of smug satisfaction as he gripped my thighs tightly and sank his cock balls deep into my sacrificed rectum. My sphincter pulsed with a sharp agony that I felt all the way up to my ribcage. I could feel my face contorting in response as he see-sawed his hips, his cock probing my lower colon. Suddenly he began his first outbound stroke, fighting the grip on his shaft that my traumatized ring of muscle was holding. "Nice, tight pussy!" he exclaimed before a moan. The next sensation that entered my senses was one of something flowing out of my lower body, non-specific as to semen or urine momentarily but I soon sensed a giant cum load was blasting its way out. I yanked on my cock and pointed it upward. A small blob leapt out and landed in my navel, and then I grunted as a thick ribbon took to the air. It must have sailed a foot and a half high before it landed and made a long trail up my chest, nearly hitting my chin. The rest of the orgasm was so intense I lost track of the rest of the jizz, as I was only aware of the pleasure pulsing from my cock. As it subsided I was finally conscious of the warm, salty smelling goo splattered all over my heaving chest and stomach, as well as the lessening discomfort and escalating thrill of Jake's demanding cock, sliding in and out of my throbbing hole. "Damn Phil! Cum much?" the blonde man said between his cadence of soft grunts. As the cooling puddles of sperm began to roll in various directions across my increasingly moist skin, intestinal chills began to emanate from my rectum, erecting my nipples. Jake winked at me and settled into a quick paced but steady rhythm. The burning discomfort of my sphincter, integral to the experience of being buttfucked, had become bearable and I moaned from the pleasing sensations of an over-stimulated rectum. While earlier, I had been quick to clean myself up by slurping their gooey cum off my face via my fingers, it felt dirtier to wear this messy sperm the rest of the day as a souvenir. Whenever I was allowed to get dressed, I would simply put my clothes on over it. Meanwhile smiling Jake really seemed to be enjoying slamming into me, his cum splattered conquest. "Keep jerking!" He directed an idle wrist to my dick, and then resumed his tight grip on the back of my knee. For the next several minutes, the grunting blonde repairman relentlessly fucked me, only pausing to readjust our position, effortlessly pulling my hips to his pelvis and then harshly reentering my gaping, lubricant leaking anus. Besides the constant conflict in my stretched hole, it felt like I had a small arm up my ass, pile driving the walls of my lower colon. His satisfying thrusts were accompanied by serial insults and interrogation. Our eyes met as I verbally confirmed my love of cocks and status as a faggot while I joyfully played with my re-stiffened dick, begging for him to cum all over me as rhythmic slapping sounds echoed through the room. Soon I was ready to shoot another nice load, as Jake's curved meat had won its boxing match with my prostate, landing plenty of punches. As if he sensed my impending explosion, Jake began to fuck me much faster. His motions made my load rise to the surface more urgently, and right before I began to squirt, Jake's curved meat was flexed nearly straight against the upper side of my rectum. He moaned and jolted his hips and it popped out. Without any intervention from his hands, his dick began spewing thick jets of semen. His glistening cock's upturned angle flung his creamy jizz high into the air, and in a bizarre case of perfect timing, his successive ribbons met my own escaping sperm in midair, colliding and intertwining, sparkling in the sun before splashing onto my already coated body. Soaked in sweat, we both breathed heavily, our fingers squeezing and shaking our mushroom heads to ensure the very last of our sperm had been extracted onto my glazed stomach. The salty smell was heavy in the air. Lube from his shaft dripped off his balls and onto my nuts, draining into my crack. I missed having my hole filled almost immediately, despite the pain. Jake stepped back and wiped off his dick with a dirty rag from his back pocket, tinting his softening meat a brown color. He saw me watching and left it hanging out, I think for my viewing enjoyment, while he sent a text. Even dirty and dormant I couldn't take my eyes off it, even after I had shot two loads. "Thank you," I blurted out, still out of breath. My legs remained airborne, as any shift in my lower body would aggravate my hole, which felt like a gaping circle of raw hamburger that had been doused with hot sauce. I remained in that position a little longer, as the text Jake sent was for his brother to come inspect his handiwork. "Welcome to the big leagues, Phil," Jake smiled, "Dude, you were an excellent fuck, for a second timer." A short while later I was in their van, on the way home. When I got dressed, I put my white t-shirt over my gooey, jizz-covered body as I had promised myself, but now it just felt icky. Still I wore it the rest of the day until it dried, then slept in it. Instead of washing the white t-shirt with its three loads of sperm, I packed it away in a plastic bag, yellowish stains and all, then limped out to the garage, asshole still raw, and hid it in a box of my junk. The three of us exchanged 'special' email addresses, and hope we can hook up again before the weather gets too warm. The guys showed me how to flip a switch on the boiler to disable the heat, so I would have an excuse to call them. Saturday Morning Fever My ass was jammed open, more or less, by Viktor's invasion, but it still hurt to the point of me grunting a protest when his friend's thicker rod slid in. I slipped my moist t-shirt off as Wilhelm began his onslaught. After several strokes, he pushed me down until I was face down, flat on the rug, legs together. Wilhelm then fucked me mercilessly fast and hard, bouncing up and down on my ass like he was breaking in a wild Bronco. I felt every subtle approach angle change his thick meat made and I actually whimpered involuntarily several times as our colliding flesh made a rhythmic slapping noise. Yes, it hurt but it felt so amazing at the same time. My earlier assumption that these old guys wouldn't be able to do much harm to me due to their age was way, way off. Viktor stood and watched his friend fuck the hell out of me, still pants-less, grinning with his semi-hard, glistening cock sticking out while he smoked another cigarette. My legs were trembling, I was sweating like a pig, and could feel my face flushed red by the time Wilhelm was moaning and emptying his load into my large intestine. As with minutes ago, it was weird thinking there was another man's sperm inside me. My guests began to hurriedly dress while leaving me there on the floor to stew in my own sweat, with my anus burning in pain and gaping open. Viktor pointed to his watch again and help up seven fingers, then pantomimed holding a hand on a head that was giving a blowjob. "You've got to be kidding," I thought to myself, but agreed, not wanting to squander the opportunity to suck more cock. They patted me on the shoulder as they left, seemingly congratulating me on a job well done. After they disappeared, I stiffly arose and immediately felt a slimy jizz and lube mixture dripping onto my thigh, leaking out of my gaping hole. I was able to grab my boxers to catch it, and not leave a trail across the house. I spent the next few hours on and off the toilet with my laptop, almost constantly feeling like I had to shit. Even still, I met the two old guys at seven that night, all of us freshly showered. and soon they were parked on the basement sofa, naked from the waist down, cocks sticking up. They smoked cigarettes and watched a soccer game on the big TV while I alternately sucked them, less frantically but no less deliberately and with just as much lip smacking and gulping as our usual alleyway meetings. After Wilhelm had stood and sprayed his gooey load on my forehead and nose at the conclusion of my second blowjob, he began to gesture. He was insisting I pull my bulging hard prick out and jerk off for them. I slid out of my shorts and boxers, and sat on the coffee table and began jerking for them while the sperm dripped off my forehead and nose. They grinned and remarked as my spitty hand slid up and down. It didn't even take as long as the commercial break, and I shot a great feeling load all over my stomach almost up to my neck. After that it was Viktor's turn once more. These guys must have scored some Viagra, because he was hard as a rock as he stood and face fucked me while I jerked and played with my dick again, sitting on the table, cold jizz dripping down my body. After a heated, salty present from Viktor, I was blowing Wilhelm again while stroking myself. After sucking at an initial leisurely pace then gradually, hungrily flying up and down on his engorged meat, he gifted me with a nice, warm, forceful emission right after I shot onto the rug. I think some of his liquid blasted up into my sinuses; I kept smelling sperm all night, even after I had washed up. After that multiple-load weekend, I didn't see the guys for a couple weeks, and my asshole gradually recovered. We fell back into our clandestine Saturday alley meeting routine, with me kneeling on the seat cushion, sucking on their beautiful hard cocks and gulping down their tasty sperm. The neighbors abruptly moved before the holidays that year, and I never saw any of them again. Sometimes I still get the feverish urges to suck dick or be fucked in the ass, and maybe someday I will again.