Date: Mon, 10 May 2010 19:26:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: zill62001@yahoo.com
Subject: Gorilla Brothers 3

Once again, this is obviously a work of fiction. One that contains
Beastiality, scat, watersports, gay sex and many other offensive acts. I
also, wouldn't have it any other way. I want to thank the people who
supported me in this work, also I would love to hear the comments and
thoughts of anyone who reads/enjoys this story. I love feedback. Contact me
at zill62001@yahoo.com with the subject Gorilla Brothers. Also, I'm looking
for suggestions for the fourth and final installment. Thanks everybody!

THE GORILLA BROTHERS 3:    KING OF THE REST ROOM

    Wow, by the time I saw the brothers next, it had already been three
months! But that's not to say that they hadn't been an influence on me
during that semester of classes. I had been talking with Nick over the
computer nearly everyday since I had last seen him in person. Not only did
he chat with me and give me tips on new dirty things to try or share his
filthy ideas with me, he encouraged me to work hard and do well in class.
    For rewards for an `A' on a quiz here and there he'd email me some pics
of him and Mack fucking or something. Although Mack did send me a birthday
give during that semester. He sent me a pair of his silk boxers with dried
cum and tons of skid marks on them, sealed in a rubber-made container. He
even included a small lobe of his shit with instructions to enjoy it on cam
with him.
     During one particularly hard week Nick and I chatted every night,
usually around two a.m. because I was wiped from studying for
midterms. After a week, he sent me a gift at my dorm. He had bought me a
web cam as a congratulatory gift for getting an A on my Biochemistry exam.
    Then of course that web-cam went on to produce more filthy games
between the two of us, along with charting my progress into deviancy for
Nick. Nick seemed to understand that I couldn't be as filthy as him and
Mack all the time like they were, where as Mack would email me or tell me
to just fuck it all and walk around covered in shit. There was a big
difference, Nick kinda got that I needed support.
    That was when the two of us came up with the idea of the `Gorilla
Mark'. I had joked with him about some reading I had been doing on secret
societies from some trashy cloak and dagger like mystery novels. It was our
way of me being totally perverted in and out of public, while giving me a
solid link to the two gorillas that I missed.
    It was simple really, although not quite dirty enough for Mack's
taste. Every time that I went to the restroom to take a shit, I'd shit in
my hand. Of course after huffing and savoring that foul aroma, I'd either
give a few licks of the turd or crush it in my hand before delivering it to
it's porcelain bowl. Then I would flick as much shit off of my hand as
possible and follow that up with a light rinsing of my hand at the sink. I
wouldn't scrub or use soap, but just have enough water to erase the visible
browns from my hand. Obviously this was easily accomplished in my
dormitory, but presented problems when in public or busy dining halls.
    This left a stain of shit smell on my hand for me to enjoy and savor
all day. It was our goal to do it so often that the stain would be
permanent. I could discretely be resting my head on my hand in class, all
the while inhaling the after effects of my shit. I got a filthy rush as I
would sometime use this off hand to shake a colleague's or professor's
hand, all the while knowing that they didn't have a clue as to what I was
doing to them. This continuous dirty thrill gave me the desire to try
dirtier things, and to really hook back up with the brothers.
    It was nearing the end of the semester and I was excited to be invited
back by Nick and Mack. Nick's exact words were that he `missed his baby
brother'. So when the end of the semester was upon me for summer break, I
called and told my parents a different end date. This allowed me two
glorious weeks of decadence with my new brothers.
     It wasn't long before I was out the door of my dorm and on my way to
see the gorillas. I had made sure to get everything packed that I'd need,
and clear things with the housing department about keeping my furniture in
my room over the break. So on my final day, I made it a point to give
myself the strongest possible gorilla mark ever. I took a ten inch dump in
my two cupped hands and inhaled deeply. I made sure to crush and lather
that shit along the back and palms of my hands. Ever so gently I rinsed
them free of the brown shit that was stuck on them, and was pleased with
the odoriferous result.
     After a quick stop at the lobby's front desk, I dropped off my key
with my gorilla marked hand. I think the girl may have detected a faint
smell. But I was off to my bros, so I didn't really care.
     The drive to my hometown was a bit of a trek. I never liked long car
trips to begin with, but adding the longing to see Nick and Mack made the
drive torture. I stopped about halfway to town to refuel my car. I was
tempted to use the restroom and gorilla mark myself for Nick, but decided
against it. Holding it in would probably help me more, depending on what
the guys had in store for me. I did buy a diet soda afterward and continued
on my way. After another forty minutes on the road I was finally in sight
of the gorillas' housing complex. Seeing their white van parked on the
street, I pulled into the garage as we discussed earlier. I grabbed a
duffel-bag of my clothes and my soda and headed up the walkway to the front
door.
     It was a quiet and sunny afternoon, and I thought it was strange that
I saw no one out and about. Although I do think I caught the movement
curtains in the house of Nick's next door neighbor.
     I knocked on the front door, and it was promptly answered by Nick. I
smiled. He held a neutral face and simply asked 'password'.
    "Password?" I asked. "Please?" I implored. He shook his head.
    "Fuck my ass?" I continued. Another shake of the head. Then it dawned
on me.
    "Gorilla Mark." I smiled, almost questioning the words. This time he
smiled as I offered my hand. He breathed in deeply, and then pulled me into
the house. After the front door had audibly closed, I was wrapped up in a
warm embrace. I nestled my face into the crook of his neck/shoulder. As we
pulled away, he began to give me deep kisses, his ape tongue thick and
warm, with a viscous saliva.
    "What do ya want to do first?" Nick asked, taking my bag and soda.
    "Take a nap. That ride was killer." I yawned to him as I stretched. I
immediately heard the thud of my bag hitting the floor, had the drink
clutched from my hand and then felt Nick's warm paws pulling my t-shirt
off. He flung it over his shoulder as his hands returned to rub down my
chest.
     Going on intuition, I led him back to his own bed room. Once there I
sat on the edge of the bed and began to take off my shoes, Nick walked
around me to turn off his computer, and then seemed to inspect me.
     "I like what you've done with yourself." He smiled. He ran his hand
along my hair and played with it for a bit.
     "The shaggy hair says dirty hippie." Nick smiled, it was obvious that
he meant that as a compliment.
     "I love these." He said with a huge toothy grin as he pinched my belly
and side. "These love handles are gonna grow into a huge pot belly if you
keep eating the campus food." he continued, snickering all the way. I
blushed, I wasn't fond of them, I had always been thin and lanky, but he
was right about what college food would do to a kid. He then began to slurp
down my drink and then followed it with a disgusted look.
    "What the hell is this shit?" He asked me.
    "Diet coke." I answered truthfully, and confused.
    "Diet?" he mocked, he dropped the drink to the floor he leaned in
before continuing. "Kid, never take diet. Drink the good stuff. It tastes
better, it gives you some nice calories," He jabbed me in the gut on the
word calories "and life is too short not to enjoy. Your gonna drink crap
you don't like to cut half a pound on your weight over the next month. It
ain't worth it."
     I plopped down on the bed, a little shaken, and unceremoniously began
to wrap myself in the blanket from the foot of the bed.
     "What are you doing now?" Nick asked as he laid down beside me. I was
unsure how to answer when his hand went directly to my dick, and then to
undoing my fly. I could feel his other hand sliding between my jeans and
ass to give it a good squeeze. After a few moments I had shimmied out of my
jeans and boxers. Nick's feet were deft at pulling my socks off.
     "I'm glad your finally back with us. I missed you. I missed my new
baby brother." Nick said tenderly. It was enough to make me feel warm, and
wanted. I wasted no time in wrapping my arms around him and kissing
him. His thick gorilla tongue dwarfed mine, but I more than made up for it
in enthusiasm.
     He ran a hand through my hair as he spoke again. "Your coming along on
letting yourself go." He smiled. "However, you have two things to work on."
he added sternly. After a moment of waiting with baited breath, he teased
me as he buried his muzzled in my armpit.
     "One, is LESS BATHING. Your never gonna get nice and stinky like
this. And two, you really gotta stretch this out." He told me as he reached
over and began to finger around my asshole. I pictured him forcing his
fingers into me and working on stretching it out. We finally got situated
comfortably on the bed, laying together/spooning. I rested in Nick's big
furry arms and I felt him nestle his thick dick between my ass cheeks,
whether or not he was going to fuck me was yet to be seen. He went on to
tease me a little, "And no more DIET soda." He chuckled.
     I reached down and pulled up the blanket to cover us. I pressed myself
back into Nick to feel his soft fur and supple skin. This also buried his
dick in me deeper.
    "The blanket will trap your scent." I yawned to him.
    "You know, if you lived here I could help you stretch that ass, I'd
fuck it every night for you." He murmured as he held me tighter. I was in
heaven and didn't want to leave. The two of us laid in his bed and ended up
talking for over an hour about everything ranging from movies to school and
everything in between. We talked about dirty things as well, and our
feelings for each other. In fact, those couple of hours in his bed remain
some of my fondest memories.
    It wasn't long after that the two of us fell asleep together. I
couldn't imagine how much time had passed by the time we woke up. We
probably would have slept through the night into morning if it hadn't been
for Mack.
    I was first aware of how good I felt. I stretched out and could feel
Nick's fur behind me, and his hand gently pinching my nipple. As I blinked
the sleep away a few times, I was aware of my dick being gently stroked. It
took me a little while to see that Mack was standing at the edge of the
bed, holding a pile of clothes under his one arm, while the other was
giving me a hand job.
    "Time to get up you two." Mack said, as he threw his pile of clothing
on top of Nick and I. I noticed that among my clothes that Mack picked up
from around the house, were some of Nick's and Mack's, along with some
leather collars, and harnesses and bangles. I was a little confused. I sat
up in bed and turned to the massive naked form that was Mack.
    "Whats going on?" I asked as I began to pick my clothes out of the
pile.
    "We're going out to celebrate your visit. We're going to Nick's
favorite restaurant, and then we're going clubbing." He grunted as he
pulled up a pair of badly stained white boxer shorts.
    When he said clubbing images of the two gorillas wearing a lot of glow
stick bracelets and loops and dancing to bad disco remixes flashed into my
mind. I was a little too nervous to ask what he had in mind, but decided to
go with it. I watched as the two got dressed, this was the most clothing I
had ever seen them wear.
    Nick pulled on a stained pair of briefs and then a tattered pair of
jean shorts. He surprised me by putting on a sort of leather harness, that
made my mind race to a lot of those dungeon porn shows I had caught on the
internet. He then covered it all up with a huge white t-shirt.
     Mack's choice also surprised me a bit. He pulled on his favorite pair
of green silk boxers, he then vigorously rubbed his asshole to get a skid
mark in them. He was going through the pile of clothes and then pulled out
some of the leather pieces. He approached me, and gently started to put the
leather collar around my neck. I was a little nervous and let him do so
without a word. He gave me a knowing smile and just said that he'd go and
start the van.
	It wasn't long before the three of us were on the road in the
brothers' filthy van. A short drive later took us to an older part of town,
that had been built up as a shopping area years ago and was now falling
into disrepair. We parked in the lot for a big strip mall, and I could see
the flickering lights to the sign to a Mexican restaurant.
	As we walked in, I noticed that it was more of a local place, and
not a huge commercial franchise. The furniture was shabby and it looked
like it hadn't been updated in a long time. It had that well worn feeling
to it. It was dimly lit, and only a few people looked up as two massive
gorillas were seated in a booth. As the server asked if there was anything
he could start us out with, Mack interrupted.
	"Yeah, the head chef in tonight?" He asked. The server nodded and
went rushing off to get him. A few moments later a pretty beefy guy in
white walked up to our table with the server. He was wiping his hands on a
towel, and I could see that he had some food stains on the front of his
white chef's shirt.
	"Mack! Good to see you." He smiled with open arms. Mack grinned and
took control of the conversation.
	"Mike, you remember my brother." Mack began.
	"Sure I do, you don't forget an appetite like his." Mike chuckled
as he pat Nick on the back warmly. "And who do we have here?" He asked
indicating me. Nick put his arm around me and answered.
	"This is our little brother." The caught the chef, Mike, off guard
for a moment.
	"Anyway, I wanted to say hi, and see if you could give us each one
of your specialties?" Mack intoned. It seemed he was trying to make a sly
deal or something similar to me.
	"May only have enough for two." Mike responded coyly. Mack
nodded. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, I'll get your
server."
	After Mike retreated to his kitchen, we were once again face to
face with our server, who seemed to be a rookie, or really put off by the
brothers. We each ordered our dinners, and were quickly served our
drinks. We were halfway through our meals by the time Mike returned.
	He was carrying a tray with three slim wine glasses, which he set
down in front of each of us. Mack had a huge grin on his face at their
arrival. Mike gave a sly knowing smile as he walked away, and bumped into
our server.
	"Oh, those three drinks are on me." he offhandedly mentioned to our
server who was bringing the bill. As he approached the table, Nick made a
little bit of a show of leaning back in his seat and belching loudly as he
slid a hand down his pants to scratch himself. Our server look flustered,
and turned his attention to Mack who held up his wine glass with a smirk
and said "Cheers."
	I lifted my glass just as Mack and Nick and clinked the glasses
together. When I took my first sip, I nearly choked! It was warm piss! As I
looked up I saw Nick smiling to a couple sitting at a table across the room
downing his `drink'. Just then Mack leaned in to explain something to me.
	"This is a Mike Special. I loved to down these when I was in High
School. It's a dirty glass grabbed from a finished table, one giant wad of
his spit, his warm oh so warm piss, and the secret ingredient. He'll use
his finger to get all up in his ass and give a quick rub around the rim of
the glass. Delicious. Not only is it filthy, it's made more so by drinking
in in public around 'normal' people, religious folks, uptight parents." he
ended with a chuckle as he leaned back in his chair.
	"Good way to set up the night." Nick mentioned as he and Mack got
up to leave. I finished my drink, and put a smile on Mack's face as I
licked the rim of my glass. Yet, the night was only heating up.
	By the time we left the restaurant, night had already set. This
time Mack took the van in the direction of downtown. While he drove, Nick
sat next to me, and he kept kneading my groin, he said that he wanted me
hot from the moment we entered.
	Once we parked, Mack turned around in the driver's seat to face me
and Nick. He reached out his hand to rub against the side of my face. Then
his smile faded, and he took on a stern look.
	"Okay, this is a REAL club, so you just do what Nick and I say,
okay?"
	I was quick to nod. He smiled and got out of the van. I followed
Nick, who was kicking off his shoes.
	"Damn, this fucking glass is hard on my knuckles!" Mack complained
as he knuckle walked to the door of the club. It was a steel door, with a
lone flickering light above it, in a dark alley. I was a little nervous.
	Once inside, we were in a little room with wood floors and
paneling. There was a very muscular bald guy sitting on a stool next to a
podium. There wasn't much light but beside the ledger on his podium I could
make out a small UV light, and a revolver. I thought to myself about how
tough the security must be.
	"Hey Mack, nice to see your back." The guy greeted. He gave me a
quizzical look and then shot a glance at Mack who nodded. After a small
shake of the head and a sigh he continued.
	"Okay, each of you sign in." He turned the ledger around and
promptly stamped our hand with his hand stamp. I couldn't see any ink, so
it must have explained the uv light on his podium.
	Mack led us through the next door into to club proper. The building
was narrow, which led me to believe that we were in one of the brownstone
like buildings downtown that were going to be renovated. There were hard
wood floors, and the ceiling had huge free hanging ventilation ducts.
	The wood was obviously worn and shabby, while there was a huge haze
of tobacco smoke. I noticed men making out at booths, or hitting on
others. I noticed that a lot were wearing leathers, or not much else. I was
kinda drug through the room in a haze myself.
	As I was rubbernecking at all the sights, a guy took a side step
directly into my path. He was looking me over, up and down. I noticed his
black biker boots, and slowly moved my gaze up to his leather pants, and
belt with a huge gut hanging over it. I then saw his bare chest barely
contained by a vest, noticing the glint of a nipple piercing. Soon I was
taking in the tattoos on his arm, down to the beer he was holding. I
finally met his gaze, as I saw a pudgy face with several nose rings, and a
red Mohawk. He gave a smirk and took one giant step toward me.
	I instinctively took a step backward, it was then that Nick
`rescued' me. He walked up and grabbed my hand, all the while staring at
and giving a big gorilla grunt toward the man. He led me to the restroom.
	Once inside he smiled at me with the soft words, "Careful now." I
could see that the building was old from the main room, but the bathroom
made me think that it had to have been built in the thirties.
	The floor was done in those tiny one inch green tiles, that
screamed old to me. Directly across from the door was a lone sink, and
lining that same wall were three tiny urinals. Across from the urinals were
spaces for three toilets. One space, closest the door was vacant with
nothing more than a wet floor sign.
	There were no dividers between the two remaining toilets. It was
toward the toilet in the corner that I saw Mack lumbering. Meanwhile Nick
was pulling off his shirt and pants. By the time I made it to the corner,
the two were naked and were giving me expectant looks. As I began to
disrobe Mack began to tell me about the night.
	"Tonight we are going to get totally filthy. Tonight I'm the KING
of the restroom. Everyone who walks through that door is going to worship
us with their piss, their shit, and anything else they can throw at us.
Now, Nick..."
	Mack trailed off with some sidelong glances toward his brother. I
saw Nick approach the toilet and turn around. Standing on all fours he
simple shit, letting the long tube of shit fall into the bowl.
	"Your turn." Mack simply stated. A little unsure of myself I made
my way to the stall and sat down, adding my shit on top of Nick's.
	"Good, I gotta get my throne ready." Mack nodded as he made his way
to take a seat. As he did, he seemed to try and recline. I could see his
puckered asshole, and a small portion of the front of the bowl. Soon he let
out a massive shit of his own. With the three bowel movements, the bowl was
nearly full.
	"Now we just wait to get serviced." Mack cooed, as he gently
stroked and fondled his balls. Every now and then he would trace a finger
along his shitty asshole and bring it to his lips or nose and continue the
gentle fondling. It looked to me that he was getting comfortable and ready
for a nap.
	It was no more than nine or ten minutes when the first person of
our evening entered the bathroom. The guy was a tall and lean guy with a
shaved head and a beard. He wore tattered jeans and a white tank top. He
approached one of the urinals after looking us over.
	"Ah, come one, don't be like that man." Nick pleaded.
	"Yeah, come on, we're thirty for that piss of yours." Mack added
with some strokes to his dick. "Worship these three filth pigs." Mack
continued. Not having anything to say myself I simply smiled and licked my
lips for him.
	With a shrug and a comment I don't even remember, he walked over to
Nick, whose mouth was wide open. I heard the stream of piss fill up into a
pool in his mouth. He then closed and swallowed. This allowed the guy to
give a little stream over his face.
	Over the next hour or so the three of us were drenched in, and had
guzzled down a lot of anonymous piss. I also couldn't help but notice that
Mack had equated what was going on, to worshipping us. Usually I had always
thought of the guys getting pissed and shit on in videos as submissive, but
Mack's tone and how he pulled everything off, made me think of the three of
us as tops, the dominates. That was a bit of a thrill.
	Aside from all the delicious piss we all sampled, there was also a
little shit. Nick ate the log off of some muscular guy who had come in,
while Mack had a guy sit on his lap and shit adding to the pile in his
throne. Aside from that, the three of us were happy to offer our services
to clean some dirty asses.
	Then it was time for the pierced biker from earlier to make his
entrance. I was a bit surprised, while Mack and Nick looked weary of
him. He walked up to me, and looked me over up and down.
	"Your the guys looking for shit." He simply stated.
	Mack responded. "Care to make a donation the filthiest guys here?"
	The guy let our a grunt, of what I guessed was disapproval. My
brothers were watching him closely, I figured that if he mistreated me,
they would tear him apart. I was surprised by what he did though. He gently
tilted back my head and bent down. He seemed to suck or slurp, and in a
moment dribbled a mass of his snot and piss into my mouth. He gave my lips
a good lick and then took a step back.
	He went about unzipping his fly, letting his pants fall to the
floor. He fondled himself for a minute, to free his cock from his belly's
overhang. He brought his uncut dick to my lips, which he encouraged for me
to clean. Never in my life have I seen, nor tasted so much raunchy dick
cheese. It was pleasant as I savored every dirty morsel my tongue
dislodged. I was almost done when he doused my face, and then tonsils in
his ripe piss. When he walked away from me, my face was glistening in his
urine, and I was panting like a slut. Wanting more.
	I was only vaguely aware of him walking up to Mack. I saw my
pierced punk make a display of taking a dump in his hand and then slapping
it down into Mack's toilet, getting a healthy smear on his thighs and
dick. As he zipped up and walked toward the exit he left us with some
parting words.
	"You got a good kid there, take care of him. I know a few people
who'd love to break him in." and with that he was gone.
	It had been a long productive night, and the three of us were
trashed with piss, shit, spit, and in a few cases cum. Mack was getting
ready to tell us how we were going to end the night when the restroom door
swung open again.
	I couldn't help but raise and eyebrow to the new comer. He was a
kid, younger than me. I guessed he was maybe sixteen or seventeen. He
tentatively walked to one of the urinals and tried to avoid eye contact
with us.
	"You look lost." Mack called out to him.
	"No, I'm fine." The guy responded.
	"They don't let people as young as you in without an escort. Who
vouched for you?" Mack continued.
	"Uh, the bartender is a friend of mine." They kid tried to piss,
but seemed too nervous.
	"Okay, first things first, stop trying to piss and come over here."
Mack ordered. The kid zipped up and approached the huge gorilla on the
crapper.
	"What's your name?" Mack asked, staring the guy down in the eyes.
	"An..Andrew." he replied hesitantly.
	"Do you know what kind of shit goes down in this club Andrew?" Mack
prodded.
	"Yeah. I came tonight, to get my cherry popped." Andrew answered,
with a little resolve finally slipping into his voice. At this Mack's eyes,
and whole body language perked up.
	"You mean, you're a virgin?" Mack asked, licking his lips.
	"Yeah. My friend said this would be a `memorable' way to lose it."
Andrew shrugged.
	"Andrew, Andrew, Andrew. How would you like to be split wide open
by three gorilla brothers for your first time?" Mack continued. Andrew's
eyes began to dart around the restroom between the three of us.
	"Believe me, it's something you'll never forget." I added with a
smile. After a little more coaxing, we had Andrew stripping down in the
restroom. As soon as he was totally naked, Nick made sure to grab his
cloths and toss them to Mack. Who crammed them below and behind the toilet,
net to the wall.
	Mack stood up, tall and massive against the puny stall, and
lumbered down toward Andrew. The scene reminded me a bit of King Kong. With
nothing more than a smile and a few soft grunts, Mack had positioned Andrew
on his hands and knees, ready to be penetrated. With a turn, Mack scooped
up a handful of his throne's contents and slathered it all over Andrew's
ass, making it a huge, sticky, mud hole of a mess. I saw Andy, as I had
taken to thinking of him, wince at the coldness. Once the brown sludge had
been applied, and was dripping from his scrotal sack, Mack's muzzle dived
into that ass to nibble and eat that asshole. Andrew's face was in shock,
but also total pleasure.
	With a nudge Nick got me to help prepare Andy's initiation into
filth. The two of us hosed him down with our piss. I liked to think that it
was to keep him warm. He didn't complain about it either, we figured it was
due to Mack's nearly magic mouth massaging his man cunt.
	Soon Mack surfaced from his deep hole dive.
	"Nick, keep Andrew's face here well fed will ya?" Mack
requested. Andrew began to turn his head to ask something, but Nick was
quick to turn it away. Nick also fell to all fours, and made sure to back
his ass up to Andy's face. I scratched Andy's head to calm him down, as
Nick continued to bury Andy's face in his ass. Soon, I could hear some wet
farts escape around Andy's head.
	With little to do, I went to massaging that piss all over Andrew's
body, giving close attention to his nipples and pubes around his dick. By
this time, Mack was on his knees, ready to penetrate Andy, and pop that
sweet cherry.
	Mack thrust in quick and hard, which was facilitated by his spit
and shit mix on Andy's hole. I heard muffled sounds from Nick's ass which
were cut off by more farts.
	My eyes were drawn to Andy's waist where Mack's grip was. I could
see that he had a tight grip on the teen's waist to help him pound in and
out of that tight virgin hole. My mouth watered at the sight.
	After a few minutes I heard some apelike grunts from Mack, and saw
that the thrusting had slowed, but also intensified. It was with a King
Kong like howl that Mack let us know that he spilled his seed, and hosed
down Andy's innards with spunk. Mack took his time to catch his breath, he
finally pulled out of the wasted ass. I gave him a smile. As he sat huffing
on the cold tile, he waved me over.
	"Oh, man, you gotta try this." He smiled. He led me to Andy's
gaping hole, and I could see it winking back cum among all the shit. I
smiled, it looked very inviting. I was so horny, I just plunged in after
Mack.
	"Hey, I think it's time we fed both ends." Nick called back to
me. It took me a couple moments, to realize that Nick had begun to
shit. With Andy's head practically locked to his ass, I wondered it would
all go down his gullet or if it would mash around his face and fall to the
floor.
	More importantly however, I was concerned about how awesome my dick
felt sloshing in and out of his hole. My eyes began to close, as my whole
world revolved around this guy's sopping wet cunt-hole. My eyes popped
right back open as I felt a pressure in my own ass.
	I turned to see Mack forcing a thumb into me. He was massaging my
prostate like you wouldn't believe. However, on top of that he was
thrusting into me to set my pace for fucking Andy. As soon as I came in his
used and abused ass, I simply fell away from him into Mack's arms.
	As I was catching my breath, I saw the Nick had stood up and
approached the sweet ass hole we were so preoccupied with.
	"Mind if I dive in?" Nick asked. No one in the restroom said a
word, he hunkered down and readied to make himself some sloppy thirds on
our project. Mack gave me a tight embrace, and led me over to Andy's shit
smeared face. He had his eyes closed, and was taking deep breaths, but it
was obvious that he didn't want the fun to stop.
	"Hey. Come on." Mack muttered as he tapped the guy. As Andrew
looked up, Mack took a hold of his own cock and waggled it in Andy's face.
	"You gotta taste how great your ripped apart rosebud tastes man."
Mack smiled, as he unceremoniously thrust his black gorilla dick into
Andrew's confused face. With little coaxing, he began to slurp the crap off
Mack's dick. I watched as Nick took his turn riding Andrew, and turning him
into an amusement park ride. After another couple of minutes, Nick grunted,
and deposited his own contribution up Andy's ripped ass.
	As soon as Nick slid out of Andrew, he started whimpering, and I
could see his dick twitching. He was ready to cum, and it was obvious how
much he wanted to.
	"Andrew. Come here and let Mack finish taking care of you." Mack
ordered, although tenderly. Andrew mustered the power to look up at Mack,
and began to crawl over. Mack scooped him up in his arms and cradled
him. Mack then gently began to scoop the mess from Andrew's ass and finger
feed them to the guy. All the while taking turns stroking the ridged cock
that was crying for release.
	Feeling a bit left out, I approached Nick who was also sitting down
on the floor. I positioned him, and slid his cock up my ass while I was
facing him. Tired from the hot sex I had just had, I slid all the way down
on his pole and embraced him. Burying my face in his chest I gave a massive
hug as I told him a single word.
	"Mine."
	I don't remember much more about that night, I think I fell
asleep. It was a mellow ending to a very active night. Just two boys curled
up with their gorillas.