Intro: There's a lot going on in this chapter, so some may find it tough to read. My suggestion is to take your time and read it slowly, visualizing each paragraph as you go so you can keep track of the characters. This is a feast; eat it slowly.
Keeping the characters straight is harder for you than for me, so before we begin, here's a reminder of who everybody is and as much description as I've ever given you. I recommend you take a moment to repaint the picture of each in your mind's eye before you proceed.
Trevor - Needs no introduction.
Travis - Trevor's cousin. Wyoming ranch hand. Has a muscular, real-man's body crafted from a lifetime of physical labor.
Brandon - A swimmer and martial arts practitioner. Deep green eyes and a lean, chiseled body. Utterly confident and mature beyond his years though still struggling with the lingering ghosts of a troubled adolescence.
Carlos - Brandon's neighbor. Young Latino man, lean and clean-cut.
Alan - A computer programmer. Physically average though relatively fit; intelligent to the point of social awkwardness.
Paul - Alan's boyfriend; graphic designer by trade. Also average appearance and relative fitness. Is an accomplished power-bottom.
Damian - Collegiate basketball player. Classically handsome features; tall, athletic, black, and exceptionally well-endowed. More than a little self-absorbed.
Sam - A dynamo; energetic, mischievous, and perpetually horny. A lean, corded frame sculpted for swimming. Classic Nordic features on a beautiful masculine face.
Jim - Sam's twin brother. Reserved and thoughtful. Identical to his brother from the neck up, but with a strong, developed body for his preferred pursuit as a gymnast.
Jason - Trevor's close friend. Short but impressively powerful with jet-black hair, the youthful face of a teenager, and the rippling body of a man. His sexual orientation is straight but he's discovered that he loves nothing more than getting fucked. He's rambunctious, almost to the point of hyper, and loves being the center of attention.
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Part 36 – Climax
April
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The evening rays sloped against the small porch, the shadows from the handrail casting a geometric pattern of lines and angles against the wall and around the curvature of their jeans. The damp cool of winter had broken and the mugginess had rolled in. Trevor and Travis chatted like old times, their deep friendship having been renewed and reinvigorated over the last days, one long chain of fun and wasted time. "What time is your flight?"
"Three-forty tomorrow," Travis replied.
"That's gonna suck." Trevor smiled at his cousin. "It's been a great week, though."
Travis nodded. "I'm glad I came." He glanced at his watch. "Where is he?"
They'd taken refuge on the porch for a break from the riotous antics of Jason and Sam; the two comprised a force of nature when they teamed up. Then good times rolled, but the cousins wanted to relax and chat, both sensing their time together drawing to a close, both desiring to spend it wisely with their friend. "He should be here any time." They watched in comfortable silence for Brandon's Jeep as a little gust rustled through the budding tree branches in the yard.
In moments the Jeep rolled to the curb and parked. The cousins stood as its passengers clambered out. Brandon strode toward them, smiling, Carlos tagging behind. "Hey," Trevor smiled, "You got him to come."
Carlos grinned boyishly, embarrassed. "Yeah, I had to twist his arm," Brandon joked. "Carlos, this is Trevor. You watched us a while back. This is his cousin Travis."
Trevor extended his hand; Carlos took it. Brandon stepped around and moved toward the door and the other men turned to follow.
They entered the home, crossed the linoleum, and stepped into the living room. Sam yelped helplessly as Jason 'tutored' him in wrestling techniques, holding him bound and jabbing at his ribs as the other men in the room laughed at their antics.
Alan glanced up, noticing the foursome enter. "Alright, that's everybody." He turned to Paul quizzically. "What were we doing here again?"
Paul smiled, humoring his boyfriend's bad joke. "Some people don't know each other. How about introductions?"
Alan nodded and turned to the crowd and worked his way around the room. "The noisy one there is Jason. He's a wrestler. Sam lives here. He's a swimmer. His brother Jim, who's into gymnastics and shares the guest room with Sam. We've got my boyfriend Paul. I'm Alan. This is Damian. He's a friend of Paul's." Alan glanced at the others sharply. "He's in the closet, so keep it to yourself." Damian nodded. "Then we've got Trevor. He wrestles with Jason. His cousin Travis is here for the week from Wyoming. And Trevor's friend Brandon. Brandon, who've you got with you?"
The swimmer wrapped an arm around Carlos' shoulder. "My neighbor Carlos. He just turned eighteen, and he's never done anything like this before." Brandon smiled. "He's under my wing. If he says no, you better respect it, or I'll kick your ass." The others chuckled. Trevor knew his friend well enough to realize that Brandon was deadly serious under the smile. His eyes found Damian. The tall man gazed at Carlos with sheer lust. Trevor's eyebrow rose as his gut warned him that something wasn't right. He shrugged it off.
"Alright, that's everybody," Alan concluded. He glanced at his boyfriend, unsure how to proceed.
Paul leaned forward. "Pair off. Rock, paper, scissors. Winner gets us started."
Several rounds later, Sam lifted his arms as the crowd cheered his Great Victory. He looked around the room, his eyes finally falling on his brother. Jim grinned; he knew what Sam was thinking.
Sam gripped Jim's wrist and pulled him to his feet. "Pulling out the big guns already?" Jim teased. Sam leaned in and their lips locked.
Carlos' jaw dropped. Damian's nose wrinkled in disgust. Travis shook his head and smiled - he'd already witnessed the twins' habits over the last week - but Trevor chuckled at the reaction from the athlete and the Latino twink.
Jim and Sam worked off their clothes as the others watched; in moments, they folded into a sixty-nine on the floor. "That's nasty," Carlos muttered next to Trevor, grimacing. He didn't turn away. Neither did Damian.
Jason stood and stripped. He kneeled and offered his half-hard cock to Sam; the swimmer bounced back and forth, finally splitting his mouth wide and struggling to take both Jason's and his brother's erection. The smaller man grimaced as Sam accidentally scraped his teeth across his shaft. He gripped the back of Sam's head and fucked it, his abdominals rippling while he ran his fingers through his black hair and nipped at his bicep.
"Woah," Carlos breathed. "He's hot."
The men surrounding the trio had begun disrobing - Paul had pulled his dick through his fly and stroked it slowly; Damian and Travis had removed their shirts and rubbed their crotches; Brandon leaned against the sofa, arms crossed, and watched silently as his erection tented his shorts.
Sam rolled off his brother and knelt between his legs. He smeared a wad of saliva against Jim's ass and pointed his cock; in one stroke he buried it as his brother moaned. Jason took advantage of the moan and pushed his cockhead between the gymnast's lips.
Alan had nuzzled next to Paul; he kissed Paul's neck, his arm wrapped around his boyfriend, stroking the designer's cock. Paul opened Alan's slacks and returned the favor. Brandon removed his clothing; Travis followed suit then stepped behind Trevor and tugged at his fly. In moments, the wrestler stood naked, his cousin's erection poking at his left buttock.
Jason slid forward, lubricant in hand, and straddled Jim's waist as Sam leaned back to make room. Jason smeared a glob of jelly across Jim's shaft and gripped the gymnast's cock, wedging it into his asshole, closing his eyes and settling with a sigh. He set an easy pace, leaning back, hands braced against the twin's chest, smearing a thin sheen of lube over the smooth, rounded pectoral. Jason's stiff cock wagged in the air as his hips rose and fell. The men muttered their approval at the sight; the trio increased their pace.
Alan and Paul had curled into a sixty-nine on the couch. Travis had rested his chin on Trevor's shoulder; they watched the action as their bodies pressed together and swayed slowly. Carlos had taken Jason's seat and started groping himself.
"That's quite a piece you have there," Brandon said, looking at Damian. The black man had finished stripping; his gigantic cock rested in his hand.
"Why don't you come over here and help me out?" Damian invited.
Brandon shook his head. "Maybe later," he replied, returning his attention to the action at the center. Trevor watched Damian; the athlete's brow knitted briefly in confusion. That man is not used to rejection, Trevor thought.
Jason had muttered something to Sam; the swimmer smiled and pulled his cock from his brother's ass and dispensed lubricant. Wiggling into place, he slid his cockhead across the base of Jim's shaft, pressing it against Jason's hole. The wrestler moaned as the twin cocks stretched him and he collapsed back, lying full on Jim's torso as the twin's arm wrapped across his chest. In moments, Sam had buried into him and held still while Jason's body adapted. The spectators encouraged as they watched. "That's hot." "Oh yeah." "Take those cocks."
Sam leaned over and thrust deep and slow; his lips met the wrestler's and Jason's hand blurred across his shaft as the discomfort morphed into pleasure. "Oh, shit," Jason breathed, clearly surprised as his throat choked and his teeth clenched and his eyes squeezed and his face reddened and his cock spewed cum over his belly, the white fluid contrasting with his black pubic hair.
He finally relaxed, a little embarrassed at his short performance. The twins laughed and Sam rose, withdrawing carefully. Suddenly, Carlos moved close and knelt, lapping the semen from Jason's stomach with evident relish. "Shit," the wrestler laughed, twitching as the twink sucked at his half-hard cum-smeared cock, hungry for every drop.
"God, I fucking love that taste," Carlos finally breathed as he pulled away.
"We've got ourselves a real-life cum slut," Paul announced.
"Fuck yeah," Carlos grinned as he retook his seat. "I'll eat any spooge that comes my way."
"And I'll take any dick that comes my way," Jason announced, recapturing the spotlight. "I want everyone to fuck me."
"Well, alright, then," Brandon declared as he stepped forward. He applied a condom and lube and flipped the wrestler to his back on the carpet; he lifted Jason's ankles to his shoulders and leaned over him, burying himself and pounding into the smaller man with deep, long strokes.
"Fuck, yeah!" Jason exclaimed as the larger man dominated him.
Damian stood and presented himself to the twins; they took turns gagging on his huge cock as he posed akimbo. "Yeah," he muttered. "A pair o' white boys. Suck that big black cock. You know you love it." The twins looked at each other and chuckled. Trevor knew them well enough to know they were laughing at Damian’s expense.
Brandon pounded away as Travis stepped closer, rolling a condom into place. "Want a shot at this?"
Travis nodded and they swapped places. "Come on, fucker," Jason goaded. "Fuck me like I fucked your mama last night." Travis chuckled and shoved into him and set an energetic pace while the smaller man moaned approvingly.
Brandon turned to Trevor and guided him to the ottoman. "Kneel on it." Trevor complied and Brandon dropped to the floor, moving his face toward Trevor's cock. "Fuck my throat, bitch," Brandon commanded and he wrapped his lips around the head.
Trevor gripped the back of the swimmer's skull and thrust against him as Brandon stroked himself. The wrestler rammed deep, burying the swimmer's nose in his pubes as he watched his cousin fuck his friend mercilessly.
Alan and Paul had wedged Carlos between them on the sofa. They had stripped his clothes and their own while they took turns leaning down and sucking his cock. Carlos moaned and spread his legs as Alan wedged a finger into the twink's ass.
Trevor's eyes met Jason's; they smiled at each other. His friend was having the time of his life, grunting in sync with Travis' pounding. Jason's eyes slid down to the wrestler's cock, watching it slip between Brandon's lips. They narrowed. Trevor knew that look. His friend's eyes flicked back to meet his and Trevor nodded.
Jason sat up, pulling away from Travis. Trevor lay back on the ottoman while Jason straddled his waist. In moments, the smaller man had Trevor's raw cock buried in his ass and each watched the other's eyes as Jason rode; Jason's hands gripped Trevor's pectorals and Trevor grasped his teammate's biceps.
Travis and Brandon looked at each other, a little mystified that they'd been abandoned. They shrugged and stepped close, locking into a deep kiss.
"These boys can't match you," Damian announced, speaking to Paul. "I need someone who can take a fuckin' cock." Paul grinned and moved toward the black man, kneeling between the twins. Damian slipped his cockhead between Paul's lips and pressed; the twins gaped as inch after inch of the long shaft disappeared, Paul tilting his head back to fit it into his neck. The designer coughed a little as Damian withdrew then took a breath and gulped him down again. "Fuck, yeah..." the athlete breathed as he held his cock deep and fucked Paul's esophagus in short little strokes. The twins watched, entranced.
Alan had applied a condom and lubricant and bent Carlos over the armrest; he wedged his cock into place and pressed, inserting it gently in response to Carlos' moans. "You don't do this much, do you?"
Carlos shook his head. "Third time." Alan smiled and took it easy, reaching forward with his hands and massaging the twink's back. Damian had been listening; he leered wolfishly.
Jason sat firmly and gyrated his hips on Trevor's waist. Trevor's eyes rolled back and he drew his breath through clenched teeth as his cockhead threw off sparks; fuck, he loved that, and Jason knew it.
Travis and Brandon had ignited something in each other; they had clicked, and their kissing had moved to the floor and melded with groping and frottage and rolling from side to side as they made out. Brandon slid down Travis' body and rolled his legs up, burying his face hungrily into the farmhand's ass.
Carlos stopped Alan's gentle thrusts with an outstretched hand. "That's all I can take right now," he said. Alan nodded and sat back, pulling the twink between his legs, stroking him slowly and nuzzling against his ear as they watched the debauchery around them.
The twins had stood next to Damian and Paul bobbed between the three, deep-throating each in turn. "He's so fuckin' good," Sam moaned.
Paul responded by opening wide and cramming the swimmer's balls into his mouth along with his cock, sucking his entire package. Sam's knees almost buckled in surprise. "Woah," Jim breathed, watching a moment. Tired of waiting, he tugged gently on Paul's ear. "My turn."
Paul obliged, spit dribbling from Sam's balls as he pulled off and moved to his brother; Jim winced then grinned as Paul engulfed him. He thrust his hips, letting Paul tug at his balls with his teeth while he fucked the older man's throat. Alan chimed in. "I keep telling him he's got a big mouth."
Travis moaned as Brandon buried his latex-coated cock into his ass and thrust expertly. Trevor watched a moment; two pillars of lean muscle and sinew, sweating, grunting, rippling. Man-sex between two men who knew how to do it. Better than porn.
"What's his name again?" Carlos asked Alan.
"Jason."
The wrestler looked over. Carlos returned his gaze sheepishly. "Can I fuck you?"
Jason shrugged. "Sure. Suit up." He stood and helped Trevor to his feet. Jason took his place on the ottoman while Carlos applied lubricant to the condom. The twink stepped close, grinning like he'd found the golden ticket, and pushed in hesitantly. "Yeah, fuck me," Jason encouraged.
Trevor watched Carlos. He was clearly beside himself with excitement at his good fortune - the skinny Latino high school twink fucking the buff jock college stud, a beefcake way out of his league - and the stud was loving it. Carlos beamed, having the time of his life.
Travis tapped Trevor's calf. "Do me a favor, hand me a rubber." Trevor obliged; he watched as Travis applied it shakily amongst the thrusts. Without a word, Travis and Brandon switched and Travis shoved his cock into the swimmer's asshole. The wrestler watched, awestruck, stroking himself slowly as his cousin reamed his ex-lover. Travis leaned down and the pair kissed deep, stoking their passion.
Paul had gone to all fours. The twins and Damian had begun taking turns on him. Damian had rolled on a suitably large condom and buried himself deep as the twins stared and Paul groaned. After a few moments he moved back and Sam took his place, burying his bare cock into the designer's gaping anus. "Shit," he grinned at his brother. "It's so fuckin' loose now. You gotta try it." He turned to Damian as he pulled away. "Do it again."
Damian complied, burying his cock for a few strokes, then moved back as Jim pushed in. He smirked at Sam. "It's like fucking a pussy." The brothers laughed at the silly discovery.
Paul shook his head, grinning. "Are you in yet?" The brothers laughed again.
Trevor knelt at Brandon's head; his friend and his cousin took turns sucking at him as they fucked deep and hard, mixing his cock and balls into their kisses. Minutes passed in wordless grunts and wet slapping. "Hey, Paul," Jason finally said, craning his neck. "You've never fucked me, man. Come on."
Trevor's head cocked as Paul looked at Alan as if seeking permission. Alan shrugged and nodded. Strange. They had sex with other men in front of one another, but evidently there were still boundaries of trust between them. Paul stood and stepped over, taking Carlos' place. Alan moved to join them. He knelt behind his boyfriend as Paul buried his bare cock into the wrestler's body; Alan nuzzled into his neck and nibbled his ear and tweaked his nipples. The programmer buried himself into the designer's ass, their thrusts unified as Paul fucked Jason.
The twins and Damian had taken the sofa, a brother on each side of the athlete, watching. Brandon and Travis switched again, abandoning Trevor. The wrestler considered taking on Damian's cock but failed to muster the courage; he stood back and watched with them. Carlos stood beside him. "This is awesome," he breathed.
"Yeah, pretty wild."
Carlos looked at him hopefully. "Can I fuck you?"
Trevor smiled. Had he ever acted that young? "Sorry, I'm a top."
"Oh." Carlos turned away like a puppy denied its treat. Trevor reached across and gripped his cock, stroking slowly. Carlos grinned and returned the favor.
Chuckling caught Trevor's attention. Damian had taken a hand from each of the twins and placed them on his thick shaft; they jacked his giant piece together and laughed that so much still protruded. He spread his arms and gripped each of their cocks and the trio stroked together.
Carlos turned toward Trevor and slid his shaft next to the wrestler's, wrapping his hand around both as they playfully humped each other's erection. Paul slipped out of Jason. Alan chuckled. "Good job."
Paul smiled. "Yeah, I didn't think I'd last that long." He stepped from his boyfriend. "I've got just the thing." He moved to the corner of the room and retrieved a box. Trevor recognized it from Paul’s bedroom but hadn't noticed it there. Paul placed the box by the ottoman and rummaged through it; it contained an assortment of sex toys. He withdrew a twenty-inch double-ended
dildo veiny and thick. "Lie on the floor," he directed.
Jason obeyed, grinning. Paul lubricated the toy and knelt between the wrestler's feet, slipping the tip into his body as Jason's eyes rolled into his skull. He inserted a few inches then lay back, sliding the other end into himself as he wiggled closer, entwining his legs with the smaller man's until the toy almost disappeared. The men grunted as they jacked themselves and gyrated against one another. "Shit, that feels good," Jason breathed.
Brandon pulled out of Travis and clambered on top, dropping his ass as he impaled himself on the other man's cock and rode. Alan propped himself over Paul and slowly fucked his boyfriend's face. Paul gave a gutteral grunt and jacked harder; Alan looked up at Trevor with a gleam in his eye and started silently mouthing something. After a moment, Trevor realized it was a countdown. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Paul bucked and his cum splattered against Alan's chest in a blob, his orgasmic yelp muffled by his boyfriend's dick. Trevor guffawed and Alan laughed with him; everybody else looked at him like he was insane.
Carlos broke from Trevor and attacked the spot on Alan's chest, pushing the older man up to his knees. The twink turned on Paul's belly like a Hoover on a herd of dust bunnies, homing in on the last of the pearly drops. Alan grabbed the nape of his neck. "Give me some of that." The programmer pressed in, kissing the twink in a sloppy mess, savoring the flavor of his boyfriend's semen. He broke and lay beside Paul and they kissed, slowly, deeply, the remnants of cum glistening between them.
The twins evidently had a plan. They each grabbed one of Jason's arms and dragged him up; the wrestler's body expelled the
dildo with a yelp. They pushed him to his hands and knees and tore into him; Sam plunged into his ass while Jim shoved his cock into Jason's mouth.
The intensity of the fucking drew everybody else's undivided, awestruck attention for a few moments; it even pulled Brandon and Travis from each other as they watched. The brothers pummeled Jason mercilessly, using him like a rag doll.
Paul had whispered something to Alan. The programmer had retreated to his room and brought his own box of toys; setting it down, he pulled out the huge rubber shaft. He lubricated it as his boyfriend flipped to his elbows and knees, presenting himself. Alan pressed it against Paul's asshole, working it slowly, wiggling, rotating, pushing until inch by inch half of the weapon had disappeared.
The twins switched off every minute or two, one punishing Jason's asshole while the other shoved his used cock into the wrestler's throat. Trevor watched his friend's face; it was like that party a week ago - he was overcome with lust and abandon and he growled like a bitch in heat as the twins abused him.
The toy bottomed out in Paul, most of it gone, and Alan tapped it repeatedly with his fingertips as the designer groaned and flexed in ecstasy.
Sam's body dripped with sweat as he fucked. He looked at Carlos. "Wanna take my load?" Carlos scrambled closer, kneeling, leaning over. Sam pulled out of Jason; Jim took his place as Sam jacked furiously; he popped his cockhead into the twink's mouth and fucked it as he twitched and groaned; a little bit of frothy cum slid from the corner of Carlos' mouth.
At last, Sam's gasps subsided and Jim took his place, repeating the performance as the other men looked on. Jim relaxed and Sam gripped Carlos by the throat, pulling him authoritatively to eye level. "Swallow it, bitch." Carlos did. "Show me." The twink opened his mouth for inspection. Satisfied, Sam let him go.
"We need some help," Alan announced. He looked at Travis. "Come here." Travis moved closer as Alan carefully withdrew the huge toy; Trevor felt a little repulsed as he watched the red gape of Paul's asshole slowly close. Alan set the toy upright on the ottoman. "Hold it just like this." Travis obeyed. "Let Paul do the work."
Paul clambered onto the ottoman and settled down onto the rubber pillar as Travis watched, fascinated. Jason had risen to his knees, catching his breath, entranced by the evident pleasure he found in Paul's face. Alan moved behind him and pushed him back over, burying his cock into the wrestler's body, fucking hard.
Brandon needed something to do, so he bent Trevor over and lapped at his asshole. Trevor's eyes rolled back. Why the hell didn't he do this more often??
Alan was in rut; in two minutes his teeth clenched. Carlos had already taken position, patiently waiting with mouth open. "Motherfuckin' shit, I'm gonna fuckin' nut," Alan declared through clenched teeth, much to the bemusement of his boyfriend. He pulled out of the wrestler and headed for the twink, his first shot streaking across Carlos' cheek, the rest safely deposited into the back of his mouth as Alan struggled to regain his composure. He leaned over and grabbed the twink’s hair, licking the cum from his cheek. "Open your mouth." He hawked the glob into the back of Carlos' throat. Carlos jacked hard.
Damian had stood from the couch, his huge cock fully hard from the display of debauchery before him, and took Alan's position, condom and lube in place. He flipped Jason to his back and rolled his ass up. The black man injected his cock. "Fuck, that's big," Jason cried. Damian didn't relent; pushing through the sphincter, he pressed. "OhhHHhhhOHHHH," Jason groaned as the athlete slid inch after inch into him and bottomed out, pressing against the sensitive wall of the smaller man's colon.
"Yeah, white boy, take that big black cock," Damian growled. He pulled out six inches then pressed back in, bottoming out again as Jason yelped. "You like it deep like that?"
The smaller man’s teeth clenched, but he nodded. Damian set a slow pace, hitting the end again and again, angling his body to strike the perfect depth every time. Jason whimpered, clawing at the carpet. His cock lay rock-hard against his belly.
Paul groaned as he rode the huge
dildo; he settled deep down on it and wiggled his hips, beating it around his guts a bit. His cock flopped limply, but his face reddened, veins popping from his neck. Jason watched him as he took Damian’s pounding. Trevor knew the look; it was the way Jason looked before he tried something even crazier.
Paul groaned then gasped and clear liquid dribbled from his flaccid cock as the brutal beating he was giving his ass and prostate exploded into a quasi-orgasm. He stopped breathing, his body quivering.
"What the hell?" Travis asked.
"Something he does sometimes," Alan replied. "I don't know how it works. I've never seen anyone else do it."
Whatever it was, it was over. Paul fell forward and collapsed onto the carpet. "I'm done," he muttered.
One clever wrestling maneuver later and Jason had freed himself from beneath Damian, his eyes fixed on the giant
dildo while the black man cursed. Alan stopped him. "Hold on a sec." The programmer opened a drawer in the coffee table and pulled out a pair of wet-wipes. He took the toy from Travis and cleaned it twice; he lubricated it thoroughly. "Hands and knees," he directed. Jason obeyed. Paul joined his boyfriend; together they worked the huge shaft against the smaller man's asshole as Jason took on an expression of lust and wonder mingled with the pain.
"No, you're too big," Carlos complained from the side, drawing Trevor's gaze.
Damian had pinned him to the carpet and wedged his swollen cockhead against the twink's body. "Come on, take Big Blackie. You know you want it. All you cute little Mexican boys want it."
"No, stop it!" the twink cried as the bigger man pressed.
Like a cat lunging at its quarry, Brandon closed the distance. Gripping the big man's throat, he bodily lifted Damian off the young man; with a well-timed leg sweep, he converted the athlete's momentum into a bone-jarring body slam flat onto his back that pounded the breath from the big man's body and rattled the floor. Something fell in the kitchen and broke.
"Holy shit," Sam breathed as the rest of the men went silent.
Wheezing, Damian finally stood, pain, shame, and fury in his face. Trevor's eyes darted to Brandon's; the cool he saw chilled his spine. The black man flung his big fist through the air, aiming for the swimmer's jaw; without as much as a flinch, Brandon sidestepped the move. He caught the wrist in midair and drove his hand into the athlete's shoulder, levering Damian into the carpet with a thud. He twisted Damian's arm to a painful angle behind his back and pinned it there with his knee.
Dazed, Damian protested, "Get the fuck off me!"
"I don't think so."
Damian looked at Alan and Paul desperately. "Get him off me!"
Paul faced him squarely. "You stupid asshole. You come into our home and you try to hurt our guest. Looks to me like you're getting what you fucking deserve. You're on your own." He turned back to Jason. "No reason to let him ruin the fun!" Jason grunted as Alan and Paul pressed the giant
dildo back against him. Travis shrugged and knelt in front of his cousin, licking his balls. The twins resumed playing with themselves on the sofa.
Brandon's voice lowered. "I've known bastards like you. You take what you want, no matter how bad somebody gets hurt while you're at it." His voice was utterly calm, even reasonable, to the point of menacing. "The first thing you're going to do is apologize to Carlos."
"Fuck you."
Brandon wrenched Damian's arm a little higher. The athlete yelped. "I think you're going to want that shoulder. Now tell him you're sorry you tried to hurt him."
"I'm sorry I tried to hurt you," The big man croaked grudgingly.
"Tell him you're an asshole."
"I'm... an asshole."
"And you won't do it again."
"I won't do it again," Damian muttered, thoroughly cowed.
"We'll have to work on your sincerity. Now tell him to fuck you in the ass." Carlos' eyebrows shot up; his hand found his half-hard cock. He reached for a condom.
"Fuck, no," Damian growled. "Nobody fucks me."
"You have a decision to make. Either you ask him to fuck you in the ass for as long as he wants, or I kick your ass out of this house."
"So, you're not giving me any choice?"
"You were perfectly happy to take away his choice. But I'm not like you. I told you your choice. Get fucked or get out. Your call."
Paul had glanced over. Damian looked at him plaintively. "Don't look at me," Paul scoffed. "Sounds like you've got amends to make. If he kicks you out, you're never coming back. And you can dress your naked ass outside."
Trevor couldn't believe his ears - the big man actually whimpered. "Alright," he mumbled into the carpet.
"Ask him nicely. Please and Sir should work."
Damian grumbled something unintelligible. "Carlos, sir," he said grudgingly, "please fuck me in the ass."
The twink had already lubed up; he straddled the big man's corded thighs and aimed his cock. Damian whimpered again as Carlos' dick disappeared between his powerful glutei.
Alan's box of toys rested just within reach; Brandon pulled it close and selected a large buttplug. He wedged it against himself with his spare hand as Carlos established a rhythm inspired by his youthful energy and Damian gritted his teeth and groaned.
The couple had finally worked the huge rubber shaft deep into Jason's little ass, letting it rest a moment as his body adjusted. "You like big things in your ass?" Paul asked.
"Fuck, yeah," Jason breathed. He looked over at Paul's box of toys; something caught his eye. "What's that black thing for?"
Alan pulled out the article in question, a smooth rubber glove, thick and shiny. He grinned. "Why don't you tell him, honey?"
Paul chuckled. "Ever heard of fisting?"
"No... Wait. Like, putting your whole hand in there?" He pressed back against the shaft almost involuntarily, grunting as another inch buried in him.
"Hand, forearm. I was in a pretty rough club back in my college days. I knew a guy who could take a whole arm." He pressed the
dildo further; it bottomed out in Jason's body. The wrestler grunted.
"Fuuuck..." Jason groaned as Alan tapped on the shaft as he had before. The boyfriends smiled at each other. "A whole arm? How's that fuckin' possible?" Jason managed between gasps.
Paul shook his head. "I don't know, but he did it all the time. Most I could ever take was two hands halfway to the elbows."
"Shit..." Jason's cock swung fully hard now. "I wanna try that."
Paul and Alan shook their heads, bemused. "Well, you'll have to work up to it. You won't enjoy it if we do it today. We gotta stretch you out first. If you still want to try it next time you come by, we can get started."
"Alright..." Jason sounded a little disappointed. He ground back against the huge
dildo
"If you want, we can push the envelope," Paul offered. "Do some kinky stuff."
Brandon leaned down as Damian gritted his teeth; the twink's thighs slapped against the athlete's ass. "You don't like getting fucked, do you?"
"No, you fuckin' asshole, I don't."
"Who're you mad at?"
"Who do you think, motherfucker?"
"You wanna pay me back, don't you?" Brandon pushed the buttplug deeper. Damian didn't answer.
Jason had accepted Paul's offer. The designer carefully withdrew the toy. Alan stood and stepped back. "I don't get into this stuff."
Paul motioned to Trevor as he pulled items from his box. "Come help me." Trevor stepped close and Jason sat on the edge of the ottoman while Travis squeezed between the twins on the sofa. The brothers smiled at each other and leaned over, taking leisurely turns on Travis' cock. "You sure you want to do this? It's gonna hurt."
Jason met Paul's gaze. "Will it feel good?"
Paul smiled. "It's going to blow your mind. But you're gonna have to trust me."
Jason nodded. "Let's do it." Alan knelt between Jim's thighs and latched onto his cock; after a while, the twins and Travis maneuvered into a leisurely four-man sucking chain bookended by Sam.
Paul retrieved a ball gag and handed it to Trevor. He adopted a soothing tone of voice. "This way you can yell all you want and the neighbors won't call the cops." Trevor stepped behind his teammate and Jason bit down as he strapped the gag in place. Paul displayed an odd leather device with two buckles. "It's gonna hurt," he repeated. "If you have your hands, you're going to want to push us away. If it starts being bad pain instead of good pain, you can use your legs to stop us." Jason nodded. Paul handed Trevor the device and the wrestler pulled his friend's arms behind his back.
Paul retrieved a narrow leather strap and wrapped it around the base of Jason's package, watching the smaller man's face as he tightened it, stopping when Jason flinched. The smaller man’s balls stuck out, slowly turning bluish. Paul applied a thick rubber cockring next, stretching it over Jason's erection and rolling it into place at the base of the shaft. "That will make your dick swell up. It's going to be uncomfortable, but it'll also make it very sensitive." Jason nodded and Trevor watched as the veins popped out of his friend's engorged shaft. Paul displayed a pair of nipple clamps; Jason winced as he attached them.
The designer worked his hand into the rubber glove. "You're not ready for a fist, but I'll use four fingers to stretch you." He displayed a long rubber rod, an inch thick and over two feet in length. Jason's eyes widened. "This is the snake." Paul folded it in half demonstratively. "It's flexible, so we can work it way up inside you. It'll be like a ball of pressure in your gut." Paul looked at the wrestler. "Last chance. You ready for this?"
Jason nodded, his eyes fearless. Trevor shook his head. The kid would do anything, wouldn't he? Paul gestured him to his back and looked at Trevor. "Come here, I'll show you your job." Trevor knelt by the ottoman. "Feel his cock." Trevor wrapped his fingers around his friend's shaft. Bigger and harder than he'd ever seen, the veins protruding against the skin in serpentine curves, the head swollen and purple. Jason flinched. "That's nitro-glycerin. He's super sensitive. I need you to jack him off while I work his asshole over. Watch his face, you'll know if you're squeezing too hard. Just keep it gentle. You could hurt him."
"What do you mean?"
Paul ran his fingers demonstratively along the length of Jason's shaft. "A boner happens when a couple of spongy chambers along the length of the shaft get engorged with blood. Right now, they're overfilled. If you were to smack his dick around or bend the shaft, there's a chance you could actually fracture his penis by causing one of the chambers to break. Just keep it gentle and straight and lubed up and it'll be fine."
"Alright."
Paul slid around, draping his right arm around Jason's left thigh. He applied lubricant to the glove and to the snake and inserted a finger. Jason grunted.
Brandon had been taunting Damian as the twink fucked him, goading him. "You want payback, don't you?" "Look at you, pussy. Pathetic." "This is what losers like you get when you fuck around with guys like me." He'd reached under the athlete’s body periodically, stroking his cock, keeping him hard. Carlos' movements grew jerky as the fatigue of the single position wore him down. Finally, he rolled off.
Brandon pulled out the buttplug and released the athlete. Damian stood and faced him, seeing red. He shoved Brandon; the swimmer took the blow, stepping back lithely. Damian turned him around and jammed him roughly against the wall. He aimed his huge cock and pressed. Brandon's face reddened as he absorbed the assault. The athlete's cock bottomed out and he kept pushing, forcing the last three inches into the swimmer's ass until his shaft disappeared entirely, Brandon letting out nothing more than a grunt to evidence what Trevor realized could only be an excruciating experience.
Damian pounded the swimmer mercilessly into the wall with eight-inch strokes and Brandon took it, his face a mask of mingled pain and rapture. Trevor shook his head and squeezed lube into his hand. Crazy.
Paul had worked his fingers into Jason, stretching him as the wrestler groaned through the gag. He gripped the snake and inserted the tip between his digits, sliding it easily to the eight-inch mark before striking the wall; Jason twitched. Trevor grasped his friend's cock with just his fingertips, stroking him with a light touch; he made a ring with his thumb and forefinger and squeezed the deep purple head to the sound of Jason's muffled moan. Trevor smiled. He'd have to try this cockring thing sometime.
Paul's exploring fingers found the wrestler's prostate and he tickled it. Jason writhed a little, his eyes squeezed shut, and droplets of pre-cum oozed from his urethra. Paul pressed at the snake, working it in, turning it, bending it within Jason's body as another five inches disappeared. At the same time, Trevor grasped his friend's shaft and pumped it slowly. Jason's eyes opened wide and his stomach flexed as he made a sort of coughing sound. And no wonder, Trevor thought - the best kind of pain and pressure from his stretched asshole, his prostate, his guts, his dick, even his nipples, all at the same time.
"I doubt you could find," Paul mused as he twisted the snake and worked in a couple more inches, his rubber-clad fingers massaging firmly, "a woman who would do this to you." Pre-cum oozed in a steady trickle from the smaller man's cock; his moans turned into something resembling panicked sobs as the other two sped up and intensified their work. Still, he spread his legs wide, welcoming the abuse.
Damian had shoved Brandon to the floor and crawled on top, pounding at his asshole in full strokes. Brandon talked dirty as the pain turned to deep pleasure, cursing and egging the athlete on.
Paul glanced at Trevor as Jason's head twisted from side to side in cherished agony. "He won't be long." Carlos overheard and drew close, opening his mouth in front of the wrestler's cock as if waiting at a drinking fountain, hoping to catch some cum as he masturbated furiously.
Trevor squeezed a little tighter, stroked a little faster; Paul twisted a little deeper and massaged a little harder. Jason's voice changed; he screamed into the gag at the top of his lungs as his entire body clenched and curled. Paul hooked his thumb across the wrestler's purple balls, massaging them. Jason ran out of air and went silent as his lungs refused to draw breath, his face red, veins sticking from his neck and forehead, his eyes wild, and his cock shot a rope of semen directly into Carlos' mouth. His eyes clenched and his frame bucked as the explosion achieved critical mass and detonated and cum dribbled from his body; Trevor stroked his veined shaft briskly as Carlos lapped at his cockhead and at Trevor's thumb.
Twenty seconds without breath and Jason finally gasped desperately, his body collapsing back, his shoulders shuddering. Carlos pulled away; Trevor released his grip; Paul carefully withdrew his fingers and controlled the snake as the smaller man's body expelled it with a mighty heave that brought another muffled moan. "Take the gag off," Paul directed as he set about gingerly removing the instruments of Jason's torture.
Trevor unclasped the strap and removed the saliva-covered instrument from his friend's mouth. Jason looked at him like a stoned man, his face exhausted. 'Holy fuck,' his eyes said, but he lay silent.
"Hey pissant," Damian called; everybody looked. He motioned to Carlos with his head. You wanna eat my nut, you better get your pansy ass over here.
Carlos obeyed; Damian fucked Brandon for a few more seconds then pulled out. Tearing at the condom, he grabbed the twink's head and shoved his cock deep. The twink gagged, masturbating furiously as the athlete fucked his throat and growled, unloading his semen into Carlos' esophagus.
The domination, the jacking, the oxygen deprivation conspired to throw Carlos into orgasm; his semen dribbled onto the carpet, his scrawny body flexing with the effort.
Finally, Damian released him and he fell back to his elbows, gasping and grinning; he drew his fingers to his mouth and sucked at the sticky treat he found there. Alan met his gaze, bemused. "Get enough?"
The twink nodded, smiling, stray cum clinging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah."
Travis extricated himself from the sofa and stood. "Who hasn't shot yet?" Brandon rose and stepped close. Everybody else took seats, spent. Oh, so fucking perfect, Trevor thought. He stood and joined them.
The three leaned together and kissed, their cocks poking at each other, their hands roaming and squeezing. "Oh, God," Trevor breathed. "I'm so fucking horny." The others turned to him, stepping to either side, kissing and licking and nibbling and groping, driving him insane. His head spun, intoxicated with lust.
Travis lay on his back, pulling Trevor down on top of him by the wrist. They humped as Brandon snaked his cock between their faces; they shared it for long moments, kissing and slurping. Trevor rose to his knees and wedged his cockhead against Travis' asshole. "Shit, I need a rubber," he muttered. He vacillated, glancing at Alan and Paul. Alan shrugged, motioning as if to say, It's your decision. Trevor looked into his cousin's eyes and chose. He buried his cock deep and fucked.
"Oh, he's out of the club!" Sam crowed.
Shut up, asshole. "Yeah, I'll get tested again." He increased his pace, timing his words with his thrusts as he hissed through clenched teeth: "It's... So... Fucking... WorthIt." Brandon presented his dick and Trevor took it with a slurp. He struck his groove; he sucked hard and fucked hard and the three men grunted and ground and thrust in synch as the moments ticked by.
Brandon straddled Travis and crouched. He craned his neck and looked at the ranch hand. "You're clean, right?"
"As far as I know."
"Then I'm breaking my rules too." The swimmer impaled himself on the Travis' shaft with a sigh and rode. He kissed Trevor; they sucked on one another's tongue as they thrust and bounced in time with each other.
The audience expressed its approval. "Damn, that's hot." "Yeah, ride that cock, boy." "Fuck him." Trevor barely heard; his cousin whom he loved like a brother and his ex-lover, raw, sweaty, man-fucking, he lost himself in it. It could have been a moment; it could have been a day.
Travis' cock slipped from Brandon's ass. "I can't fuck long while I'm getting fucked," he explained apologetically.
"I can." Brandon flipped Travis to his hands and knees and took position behind him. "Fuck you raw?" he asked.
"Do it." Brandon buried himself into the ranch hand and nodded to the wrestler. He leaned over Travis as Trevor squatted and slipped into him. Trevor pressed his chest against Brandon's back and reached around him, gripping his cousin's hips and kissing his ex-lover's corded back as the three men ground and thrust together, their bodies rubbing and sliding and slipping. Time melted to an incoherent quantity again as Trevor's mind dove into the sensations, the smells and tastes and sounds and sight and feeling and spiritual connection of the sex between him and his lovers. He felt as if he were fucking both at the same time, a merging of their three wills into one.
Without a word Brandon's body tensed against Trevor's chest. "Cum in him," he ordered softly. "I wanna fuck your cum."
Brandon buried his forehead between Travis' shoulder blades and grunted, his asshole spasming around Trevor's shaft as he dumped his semen into the ranch hand’s body.
At last the swimmer slipped from between the other two. Travis rolled to his back and spread his legs; Trevor smooshed the dribble of semen seeping from his anus and pressed, the cum lubricating his shaft as he entered. Brandon draped an arm across Travis' stomach and slurped at his cock, delivering a masterful blowjob as he squirmed.
They fucked for long minutes as the audience enjoyed the show. Finally, Travis moaned and ejaculated into the swimmer's mouth. The sight of his cousin shooting into his former lover's lips, the feel of his convulsing anus as he did so, the slickness of Brandon's cum as it shined and frothed around his shaft, the beauty of Travis' expression as he launched into orgasm, it combined into a swirl of gratification that sparked a profound storm deep in Trevor's bowels that spread and consumed him; two hours of sexual excitement, the closeness he felt with these men right now, the kinkiness, the horniness, the deep, intimate connections, it all funneled into twenty seconds that exploded in his soul in uncontrollable waves that dwarfed the little pleasure thrown at him by his spurting, swollen cock. He collapsed onto his cousin's body and buried his face into Travis' shoulder, almost weeping with the depth of satisfaction and release he felt, the sensations burning into his memory as the most significant climax he'd ever experienced.
Brandon's lips found Trevor's and Travis'; they kissed, exchanging the bittersweet flavor of the ranch hand's semen amongst them as the moments dwindled into the resumption of time.
Finally, the three lay in a heap on the floor, spent. Alan stood. "I've had enough, but anyone who wants to keep playing is welcome to stay as long as they want." He gave Damian a sharp look. "As long as they behave."
Paul chimed in. "How about we take a break and get some dinner?"
Alan nodded. "I'll order pizza."
