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Part 33 – Double Stuff
March
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March
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"Hey. You coming?" Trevor asked into the phone.
"Yeah, I'm pulling in now," Jason replied.
"Alright." Trevor closed the phone and stood. "He's here. I'll get him." He walked to the front door and opened it as Jason approached. "You ready for this?"
Jason grinned. "Ready as ever."
Trevor shut the door behind him and the pair moved to the living room. The twins, Alan, and Paul looked up, welcoming him. Jason waved at the greetings and the wrestlers sat on the couch by Paul. “Paul, before I forget,” Trevor said softly. “My cousin wants to come for spring break. Can he crash here for a few days?”
Paul shrugged. “I don’t see why not. I’ll check with Alan and get back to you.”
"Alright," Alan said, drawing their attention. "Trevor, go over the rules for us."
"Again?" Trevor grinned. "To get in the club,” he intoned in a monotone inflection, “You need to be vaccinated against hepatitis and tested for STDs in the last thirty days, and you have to prove it with a copy of the results. To stay in the club, no unprotected sex outside the group. If you don't keep up on testing, you're out. New tests are the only way back in."
"Does everybody have their results?"
The group handed over pieces of paper. "That's what I love about you," Paul said impishly. "You always know just how to start a romantic evening."
Alan smiled. "Yeah, I know it. We're playing with fire here. I don't want anybody burned. One too many close calls of my own." He looked through the test results. "Alright, we're good to go." He set the papers aside. "What now?"
"Look," Paul began. “Usually these things just end up with everybody pairing off. I can get that anytime I want. We gotta do something different."
"Any suggestions?" Alan asked the group.
Sam chimed in after a moment. "What if one person was the bitch? And we all, you know, teamed up on him?"
Jim glanced at him sideways. "You volunteering?"
"Hell, no!"
"Any other ideas? No? Who would be willing to do that?" Alan asked as he raised his hand. Jim and Paul raised their hands. After a moment, Jason raised his. "Alright, I'll get some straws."
Trevor looked at Jason in surprise. "You sure?" he whispered.
Jason shrugged. "What are they going to do to me that you haven't?"
Trevor shook his head. "A lot."
Alan returned and the four volunteers drew. Alan lost. He grinned. "Well, I guess I better go, um... evacuate. You guys get each other good and horny." He disappeared down the hall.
"Lucky bastard," Paul remarked.
"How is he supposed to be lucky?" Trevor asked.
"Oh, he's gonna have more fun than any of us."
"Yeah," Jason complained, "It kind of sucks. If I wanted to fuck somebody, I could find a girl whenever. I wanted to get fucked."
"If no one else wants to," Jim offered impishly, "I'll give you a good pity fuck afterward." Jason smiled and shook his head.
"So, what are we going to do to him?" Sam asked, leaning forward eagerly, eyes excited.
Paul laughed. "You can't exactly plan these things. We'll figure it out as we go." He stood and tugged at his shirt. "So get naked if you want a blowjob."
The other men scrambled; in moments, four cocks surrounded Paul. He slurped as he switched back and forth, both hands busy.
Trevor had stood next to Sam. The swimmer looked over and grinned as he draped his arm across Trevor's shoulders. "How you doin'?" he asked. Trevor grinned goofily at his cheese. Sam leaned in and they kissed playfully. He broke as Paul moved to him; he grasped Paul's hair with his free hand and fucked his face.
Minutes of foreplay passed as the four men swapped places, kissed, and enjoyed Paul's considerable talents. At length, Alan reappeared in a bathrobe. He guided Paul to his feet by his chin and their lips locked in a familiar, deep kiss. Paul opened Alan's robe and pressed against his body. He laid Alan on the ottoman at the center of the room; turning and climbing on top, the couple folded into a sixty-nine position.
"Let's get this thing started," Sam declared as he stepped around the other men. Kneeling, he spread Alan's legs and wedged his cock against the programmer's asshole. Pressing slowly, he buried himself while Alan grunted; Alan's legs wrapped around Sam's waist and held him deep in place.
Sam slowly gyrated his hips as he waited for Alan's body to adjust to the invasion. Trevor stepped around and watched as Sam initiated a gentle pace. The wrestler's cock stood rock-hard at the sight - Sam's bare shaft, sliding slowly into Alan's body with each thrust.
Paul disengaged and stood. He guided Jason to his knees at Alan's head. The programmer tipped his face back and gobbled the wrestler's shaft as Jason established a shallow rhythm.
"How's that?" Trevor asked Sam.
"Good. Wanna try?" Trevor nodded and slid into place as Sam moved to the side. Jason's cock muffled Alan's moan as Trevor's shaft slid into him, enveloped by the warm pressure.
Alan's hands clawed at the ottoman as Trevor set an athletic pace. "Oh, yeah..." Alan groaned as Jim slid into Jason's place. "Harder." He slurped on the gymnast's cock and Trevor fucked harder, their flesh slapping.
Paul stepped around and poked his cock at Trevor's face. "Suck it, boy," he demanded. Trevor took it, floundering for a few moments as he struggled to find rhythm at both ends. Paul smelled clean, a little soapy, like freshly washed hands.
Jason had taken Paul's cue; he buried his cock into Jim's face. The twin slurped hungrily as he face-fucked Alan. After a few moments he stood, manhandling Jason to his hands and knees over the programmer; he fed Alan his cock again as he buried his face into Jason's ass. The wrestler’s eyes widened with shock. "Holy fuck," he breathed.
Paul grinned. "You can always tell the first timers." Jason pressed back, grinding his asshole against Jim's mouth as the gymnast's fingers spread his butt wider.
Sam stepped in; Jason gurgled in surprise as the swimmer's cock snaked its way into his mouth. He recoiled. "Shit, that was in his ass!" he protested, saliva dripping from his chin.
"His ass is clean," Sam declared, pulling Jason's jaw open. "Besides, it's too late now!" He pushed his cock back in and the straight man gagged as he struggled to take it.
Trevor's legs ached. "Who's next?" He stood as Paul moved in, burying his cock authoritatively.
"How many is this?" he asked as he set a steady pace.
Alan broke from Jim's dick long enough for the response. "Seven, I think."
"We'll just pretend it's your birthday, then."
"What?" Sam asked.
Paul grinned and thrust. "I pretty much never fuck him. This is number seven." He grunted as he pounded. "If I'm gonna keep this up, I need a fuckin' cock in my face." Trevor smiled and stepped close, offering his used shaft. Paul took it without blinking, deep-throating the wrestler like a man obsessed.
Jason clambered off of the ottoman. "My mouth's tired."
"There's room over here!" Paul called. Jason and Sam moved close; Paul bounced expertly between the trio with mouth and hands as he thrust his hips with impressive coordination.
Minutes passed in slurpy grunting and encouraging groans as Jason and Sam and Trevor kissed and groped each other and Paul and Jim fucked Alan at both ends. "Alright, I need a new position," the programmer finally said with a grimace. He stood and stepped around Jim as Trevor watched. He kissed the twin as he pushed him back onto the ottoman. They made out for a moment, their cocks grinding together while Paul resumed his worship of the three men surrounding him.
"You know what I like about you, Jim?" Alan straddled the younger man's waist, reaching back.
"What?"
Alan wedged the gymnast’s cock against his ass and settled back with a wince and a satisfied grunt. He gripped Jim’s pectorals with both hands, molesting them. "You don't know how hot you really are."
Jim flushed, embarrassed by the compliment. Trevor turned his attention back to Jason as Alan established a regular rhythm; Trevor licked under Jason's tongue as Sam buried his face into the smaller man’s armpit.
"Alright, Paul, time to make you eat your heart out," Alan declared. "Sam, lube me up good and sloppy and get in there."
Sam chuckled and retrieved the bottle of lubricant, dispensing it liberally over his brother's cock and up Alan's crack. Paul stood and watched, smiling. "Eat my heart out? I've already done this."
"Yeah, but not bareback, sucker. And you didn't get them to shoot their load inside you, either."
Sam shook his head as he wedged his cock against Alan's body. "Well, I guess we know how this is gonna end." He pressed, stretching the programmer's body slowly wider. Alan gritted his teeth and grunted as Sam's shaft snaked into him.
Trevor and Jason stepped closer, fascinated. "You wanna try that sometime?" Trevor asked his teammate.
Jason shook his head, grinning. "I don't have the balls."
"We bring the balls," Sam quipped. "You just need the hole."
Everybody except Alan laughed. "Oh, I promise,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “They'll supply the motherfucking hole." Paul guffawed and the others laughed. Paul knelt beside his boyfriend and they kissed deeply, gently as Alan's body adapted to the invasion.
"No, really," Sam said, looking at Jason while he waited. "We're asked to do this all the time. We're pretty good at it, so if you ever want to try..."
Jason pointed at Alan. "He doesn't look like he's having too much fun."
"He doesn't get fucked enough. Give it a few minutes and he'll be happy as a whore. You'd probably like it too, once you got used to it."
Jason looked at him dubiously. "We'll see."
Alan rocked forward, just a little, and pressed back; he grunted and did it again. "That's the hard way," Sam instructed. "Hold still. Let me do the work." Gently, slowly, he eased his cock out an inch, then back in. Again, out and in. "Better?" Alan nodded.
In moments, Sam had increased to a steady pace. Alan's face had relaxed; his periodic moans had morphed to a tortured whimper as the twins fucked him. "That's feeling good."
"You ready to go harder?" Sam asked. Alan nodded. Sam increased the length of his strokes; Jim joined in, his hips flexing as his slicked cock slid against his brother's. Alan gripped the sides of Jim’s head as his mouth found the twin’s lips and they sucked on one another’s tongues as the programmer rode backward.
Coming up for air, Alan glanced around. Jason watched with detachment, his dick limp. Alan’s eyes met Paul’s and they smiled at each other; Paul turned to Jason and knelt, gobbling his flaccid penis to the wrestler’s surprise.
A small stack of folding chairs rested in the corner, meant for use in the event of company. Trevor retrieved one and unfolded it at Alan’s head. Jason moaned softly as his dick hardened quickly at Paul’s expert touch. Trevor braced his arms on the chair and swung his legs to the ottoman on either side of Sam’s torso. Sliding in, shoulders straining, he offered his ass to the gymnast while Alan’s mouth enveloped his cock. He rocked back and forth as Jim’s tongue lapped at his anus and Alan bobbed at his groin. Fuck-drunk, Alan moaned, his movements desperate and hungry as he rocked and slurped.
“Oh, shit…” Sam muttered; with a virile grunt, he thrust one final time and ejaculated against his brother’s cock. He gyrated his hips, his cockhead scraping around as his body twitched with the remnants of orgasm. Sweating, he slowly withdrew.
Alan detached from Trevor’s cock and looked at Jason, whose young erection stood at full mast. “Your turn,” he said.
Jason looked at him doubtfully as Paul stood. “I don’t know…”
“You’re the only one who hasn’t fucked me. Get in there,” Alan demanded as Sam’s hips flexed against him.
Paul took Jason by the shoulders and shepherded him, moving him into position at Alan’s ass. Standing behind him, Paul’s fingers pressed gently at Jason’s hips, guiding the wrestler as he slid his cock in against Jim’s. Alan grunted and rocked back, pressing as both men buried themselves to the hilt, turning his attention back to Trevor’s cock as it poked against his cheek.
Minutes passed as Jason and Jim established a steady opposing rhythm, the wrestler’s cock sliding out as the gymnast’s cock slid in. Trevor’s body shook – his asshole tingled, his arms burned and struggled, his cock flashed and sparked, his ribs tickled as the perspiration snaked in droplets from his armpits, the moans and growls of the other men, the stench of sweat and sex, pain and pleasure, every sense alive as his mind delved itself into the flesh, losing its way in the noise his nerves sent to his brain. Finally, his shoulders rebelled and his arms crumpled; he slid from between the men and sat on the chair, his fingers slowly stroking his saliva-soaked cock as the beads of sweat slid down his stomach.
“Fuck this…” Jason complained. “I can’t stay hard.”
“Your dick’s in a hole and you can’t stay hard?” Sam ridiculed.
“No,” the wrestler snapped back in frustration. “Believe it or not, I don’t think dudes are hot. I came here because I wanted a dick in my ass.” His cock slipped from Alan’s body and he cursed again as he tried in vain to push it back in.
“Alright,” Alan said as he rose. “We’ll take care of this.” Offering Jim his hand, he pulled the gymnast to his feet. Lying back on the leather upholstery, stroking his cock, he looked at Jason. “Get on.”
A relieved smile spread across the wrestler’s face and he straddled the programmer’s hips. Eyes closing, he sighed as he settled, burying Alan’s cock inside his body and leaning back on the programmer’s chest. “Jim,” Alan directed, motioning. Jim kneeled and pressed his cockhead into Alan and established a brisk pace as Jason bounced. In seconds, Jason’s hard cock wagged in the air.
Trevor stood and stepped around; he admired Jim’s body, his muscular form, his powerful limbs. The twin’s lips parted just enough to show the two white front teeth; the sweat darkened the edges of his short blond hair; beads of moisture formed on the smooth pectorals, and the corded, lean torso rippled and flexed with every thrust. Beautiful, sheer masculine virility and youthful power and inexhaustible lust. In moments, Jim’s face tightened, his fucking intensifying as orgasm approached. Trevor’s cock throbbed as the gymnast’s brow knitted and his mouth opened and the grunts of pleasure ground from his throat; the pleasure washed across Jim’s face, transforming it for those moments into a scene of glowing beauty, the rays of dawn racing across the crashing waterfall, smiling as the glow faded and his body relaxed. He knelt and spread Alan’s cheeks wide and buried his face, lapping at his and his brother’s cum. Alan groaned as the gymnast tongue-fucked him, the powerful muscles of his neck straining, tendons working. At last, Jim looked at Trevor, his cheeks and chin shiny with spit and cum. “Your turn.”
Trevor knelt and wedged his cockhead against Alan’s hole. A dribble of the twins’ semen leaked from it as it spasmed a little, coating Trevor’s shaft as he pressed home. Slick and slippery, the cum painted his erection in a frothy, shiny sheen and he fucked hard. His eyes found Jason; head back, body reclined, Jason’s rock-hard cock wagged in the air as he impaled himself on Alan. A tiny glimmer caught Trevor’s eye – a jeweled droplet of pre-cum, coaxed forth and shining like clear amber at the tip of the smaller man’s cockhead. It drew him, called to him; he leaned down as he fucked, his fingers gripping the shaft of Jason’s cock. Jason paused and watched as the tip of Trevor’s tongue pressed against the precious drop; it stretched into a string then broke as Trevor pulled off. The wrestler savored the mild flavor and his lips wrapped around the head; he sucked as Jason resumed his riding, their rhythm synchronized in the manliest of ballets.
In minutes, Alan’s breathing grew harsh. “I’m getting close,” he croaked.
No, he’s mine, Trevor thought. “Don’t cum in him,” he said. “I want to do that.”
“Alright, that’s it then,” Alan replied; his fingers found Jason’s waist and guided the smaller man off him. Standing, he rested his hands on his hips, catching his breath as his boyfriend stepped close behind him, wrapping his arms around the programmer’s waist; they gave each other a lover’s smile and a small kiss.
Trevor pushed Jason back diagonally across the ottoman. Spreading the smaller man’s legs, kneeling against his thighs, Trevor pushed his cock into the familiar ass. Jason’s eyes rolled back and his hand found his erection, stroking. Trevor knew it wouldn’t be long. He leaned down and they kissed passionately, Jason’s free hand finding the back of his head.
A pair of cocks pressed against either side of their faces. Alan and Paul stepped close; Alan’s cock slid between Trevor’s lips with a light scent of lemon and the biting flavor of disinfectant. Paul pressed against Jason’s face, gently fucking it. The couple kissed as they gave shallow thrusts. Minutes passed; the men switched back and forth, alternating between sucking and kissing. At last, Alan gripped his cock and stroked it fast; lost in the moment, Jason opened his mouth invitingly. In seconds, Alan’s pearly semen flowed gently down Jason’s tongue as Alan struggled to maintain control of his body. The programmer slid his cockhead into Jason’s mouth and kissed his boyfriend. Paul grunted and took his place, the first spurt dribbling down Jason’s cheek, Jason’s lips wrapping over Paul’s cockhead as the rest squirted into his mouth.
Jason’s face tightened; his hand stroked furiously. The couple stepped away as Trevor leaned down, kissing the smaller man deeply, his tongue sweeping into the semen pooled in Jason’s mouth. Jason’s ass convulsed around Trevor’s cock; his cum splattered against Trevor’s belly, the powerful taste of semen flooded into Trevor’s throat and his body roared to life. He let loose a primal yell into Jason’s throat as his cum shot deep into the smaller man’s ass. The fire raged and peaked and Trevor collapsed as his limbs lost all strength, Jason’s cum smooshing between them.
Finally sated, Trevor and Jason lay motionless, breathing. “Yours tastes better,” Jason mumbled, his mouth half-full. Trevor laughed into his shoulder. Paul handed the smaller man a shirt to spit into.
“Fuckin’ awesome,” Sam said. “When are we doing it again?”
Paul glanced at Trevor. “Spring break’s coming up.” He shifted his gaze to Alan. “More of these college kids are free. We could get, say, ten guys together at the end of the week.”
Alan shrugged. “Let’s do it.”
I think Paul did, too.
Did you say 10 not so Little Indians were on deck, next?! What about the rules for the club? Or, are you all going to be sheathed for the next fun filled fuck fest?
