Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 14:30:33 +1000
From: kyle stuart <kylestuart@hotmail.com>
Subject: "NASSAU DELIGHTS" Part 2.

Part 2.  Myths can be a reality... (Gay m/m threesome)

Unknown to Hank and myself, a voyeur had witnessed our entire performance.
James, my forgotten midnight date, later told us he had originally intended
to join us coupling, but then decided it was quite a `turn-on' to view the
show we were putting on.  He had just stood there silently in the doorway
without a stitch on.  He was obviously aroused, and looked so sexually
appealing with his cock stretched out like a lance throbbing for some
action.  I had to wonder how nature could have bestowed such a massive
appendage on such a slender and proportionally small young man.  My eyes
however dismissed such thoughts as I drank in his manly endowment and
wished only for the thrill of holding his cock to my lips and taking it in
my mouth.  To even think of sucking on that python sent shivers down my
spine.  Simon's uncut cock was not only enormous, but also very beautifully
shaped, with a perfect mushroom head the colour of a ripe pomegranate.

"Get over here!" growled Hank in a commanding voice. And I had to smile as
I noted Simon's cock drop it's arrogant thrust, as he almost sheepishly
stepped into the room and stood by the bed obediently.

I reached over and gently touched his near side muscular arm in a
reassuring gesture. He was such a beautiful boy, and did not look anything
like the 19 years he later told us he was.  "Come and join us" I said with
a smile, and Hank smiled at him also.

We huddled together on the double size bed, and wasted no time in feeling
each other up as we fondled one another's cock and rocks. Ganging up on me,
I soon had two sets of hands stroking me at the same time, which had me
groaning with pleasure. It was my first experience in a threesome, and with
hunks hung like these two stallions, I felt like it was Christmas with all
my wishes come true.

Without discussion Hank pulled me over to lie on top of him groin to groin,
and circled me with his long muscular arms.  Our lips quite naturally
opened up to take in the other's tongue, and kissed deeply, while at the
same time we caressed each other with our hands.  My hands massaged his
scalp and shoulders, as his longer reach took his hands down to my
buttocks.  Wow! How I loved him kneading my buns.

Simon meanwhile was busy eating out my ass, tonguing my pucker with the
enthusiasm of a starved animal.  His hands were also all over me and on
Hank too, as he stretched himself out between our legs. He then went
further down, extracting both Hank's and my swollen members and started
sucking on them alternately at first, then with some effort stuffed his
mouth with both cock heads.  Incredible as it may sound, this boy wonder
had the mouth of a greedy young calf that just loved to suck, and in next
to no time had us blowing our loads in unison as he also finger fucked our
butt holes. Shit he is good!

We rested for a while after shooting our creamy wads in Simon's insatiable
mouth, and then I went into the 69 position with him and we began sucking
on each other, while Hank greased up his cock and shoved it up Simon's
pucker.

"What a way to go!" he roared, and not too lightly slapped Simon's ass as
he fucked him. It was like playing a game and we changed partners and
positions as our fancy took us.  When I changed to sucking on Hank's cock
again, Simon decided to try and enter me with his massive dong, but I was
not yet ready to take his big salami. Hank's butt hole however proved more
receptive and was able to take most of his meaty pole. At least 12 inches
of it pulverised Hank's cavernous fuck tube, but not with out some butt
slapping to help loosen him up.

It was also such a turn-on to hear Hank's deep guttural moans and groans of
pleasure.  I decided to disengage from sucking on Hank's cock soon after
Simon started to shaft him, and started to fuck Simon, making him the meat
in our threesome sandwich.  Wow! What a ride he gave me!  Bucking and
squirming his lovely round butt while he plundered Hank's hole with his
awesome tool.  We were all groaning by this time, and to my mind making one
hell of a noise to wake up the dead. The household would know, but would
not come to investigate, Hank assured me, and I had to wonder what made him
so sure.  However he was wrong!  Much later I would learn that young Danny
had been watching us from the doorway just as Simon had been a voyeur
earlier that morning.

We had been shafting and sucking for nearly two hours, and each of us had
come at least twice.  However my ass had yet to be fucked with more than a
prodding tongue and a few fingers, and Hank was determined to remedy that
with the help of Simon who also wanted to plug my love chute.  I had never
taken a cock bigger than seven inches long, and in no way were any of the
cocks that had entered me as thick as these two logs.  Now Hank's meat was
a good 10 inches and a dream to behold, but Simon's cock was even longer
and also much thicker!

"Take it easy with me guys" I implored.  "I'd love to have you both fuck
me, but please be gentle," I said with a grin.

They were both grinning too, as Simon squatted over my head facing my feet,
his bulging balls and semi hard dick resting on my forehead and flopping
down to my open mouth.  Hank meanwhile squatted snugly up against my butt
as he lifted my legs to hang loosely over his broad shoulders, placing one
leg on either side of his head.

It felt great to have Simon's silky genitalia spread all over my face, but
I also felt vulnerable as it put me in the dark, and the only breath I
could take was through my open mouth.  I wanted to cry out as I felt my
pucker being invaded, only to realise I had a mouth full of cock and could
only squirm my ass. Strong hands had gripped onto my hips and lifted my
butt up to unite with a meaty pole.  Yeah, Hank had braced his cock up
against my opening, and then with incredible pressure squeezed his knob
into my orifice as far as the flared ridge.

"Aaaahhhh!" I groaned, in spite of a mouth full of cock, and went on to
squirm, raising my hips to better accommodate the ten inches of pulverising
meat that slowly entered me. "Fuck you're thick!" I was finally able to
call out when Simon's equipment lifted off my face as he lent forward to
suck on my flaccid cock.

I felt I was in heaven! My cock was now rivalling Hank's and still swelling
with Simon's expert vacuum suction.  That I could end up with a sore knob
was a worry, but my dick was pulsing with the pleasure it was receiving,
and my brain was in neutral.
  My prostate was also exquisitely pleasured as Hank shunted into me with
gathering force.
  I could see the lustful glint in his eyes as he pumped me with laboured
breath. He grunted and groaned his pleasure; lunging his slippery pole as
far in as it would go got me yelping.
  I was revelling in a mixture of ecstasy and erotic pain!  And loving it!
But for how long could I take this and remain on a high?  When will this
bestial form of sexual gratification turn to feelings of pure torture?

Right now I didn't care... I was enjoying the ride!  Hank was getting his
rocks off, and I was his love hole... that was all that mattered.  I could
not ask for anything more than to just look on his handsome face and watch
his perfectly muscled body, glistening with sweat, heave with excitement as
we drew to a climax.  I thought I would black out, the exquisite sensations
within and around my genitals had me jumping out of my skin.  Simon kept
bobbing his head over me, swirling my cock head with his talented tongue,
while Hank roared obscenities as his cock flexed deep within my bowels and
finally exploded with a gush of cum shots.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled, as I felt him twitch and flex his tool within me, and
came also in a gut wrenching wave of orgasmic pleasure.  Drenching Simon,
my cock kept pulsing and flexing as he withdrew it from his mouth, spraying
greats wads of my sperm all over himself as I continued to convulse.

"Great fuckin bone you have there, man!" he called out thickly, his mouth
still full of my cream.  "You sure have a load of sweet cum," he went on to
say with a cheeky grin, as I noticed some spill out of the side of his
mouth and dribble down his chin.

Hank's tool was subsiding as he slowly withdrew it from my sweaty hot hole,
and I immediately felt the void. It was as if a part of me was missing.  To
be whole again was all that I could think of as I savoured and reflected on
the most intense and sexually erotic experience in my life.  What a
discharge!  What exquisite relief!  My cock was still swollen, though not
hard, as I rolled onto my stomach and smiled like the `Cheshire Cat'.  We
were all aglow with heart rates still high, coupled with a feeling of
camaraderie I had not experienced since my days in the Army.

Dawn was breaking, and the first rays of glorious sunshine filled the room
and gradually brought us out of our drunken sexual slumber.  Way down the
hallway we could hear the stirring of the children, and we all quickly made
tracks to avoid confronting them.  Simon took off for his home with barely
a "see you later" and wearing only his cum stained shorts, while Hank
rushed back to his room and I made for the nearest bathroom.

Later, during our breakfast on the terrace, the conversation turned to my
reason for coming to Nassau, and how I could contact the company that
employed staff for the "Bahamas Star" cruise ship.  Hank informed me the
company was based in Miami and not Nassau, and so Clarissa suggested I
might like to try for a reception position at the Montago Beach Hotel,
which was only a short ten minutes walk away along the beach front.  Hank
pointed out that the Management apparently provided all meals and also
accommodation in the annex to the hotel for its foreign staff members.  So
it would seem all my financial worries could be resolved if I were to be
successful in my application.

Feeling bright and cheerful with this heartening news, my eyes really shone
when presented with a freshly ironed shirt and clean shined shoes from Anna
the maid.  With a full stomach and wearing clean attire, I felt confident
and ready for an interview. My spirits high, I seemed to be walking on air
as I approached the pink washed hotel, gleaming softly in the morning
sunlight.  It indeed looked like a Birthday Cake.

Such was my good luck, my interview was a success, and I got the job as a
Front Desk Clerk in Reception.  Also as Hank had told me, I was given a
serviced room in the Foreign Staff Annex, with all my meals provided in the
hotel's main dining room.  I was elated!  And still in a daze with the
Hotel Manager showing me around, when whom would you think I come face to
face with? The shock almost made me stumbling over my own feet!
  Yeah, Simon!  He had never mentioned he worked as a barman, and here he
was serving behind the main bar of one of the top five star hotels in
Nassau.

"This is Simon, our most talented cocktail mixer!" beamed the Hotel
Manager, in his introduction.  Simon looked just as startled to see me, but
we both quickly recovered and beamed at one another as we shook hands
formally.  Instinctively my cock rose to the occasion with a growing
hard-on.  "Fuck!" I thought to myself, "this really is my lucky day".

"Any thing you want to know about Nassau, just ask Simon," continued the
platitudes from the Manager who I was beginning to feel must think the sun
shines out of Simon's gorgeous ass. And I was not wrong as he went on to
say, "This young man is also a top `Limbo Dancer,' and performs regularly
at the `Drum Beat' nightclub after his shift here".

"Well I never!" I thought.  "Wow! No wonder you're so supple..." I blurted,
"err you must be very supple," I hastened to add, for I did not want it
known I already knew the hung hunk facing me.

"Yes, you should see him bending over backwards," went on the Manager, "he
is quite incredible!"

"Don't I know it" I felt like rejoining, but only smiled as I truthfully
acknowledged I would love to see him perform at the `Drum Beat' nightclub.

"Fuck Simon," I said to him later when I found a chance to talk to him
alone, "you are one hell of a surprise package!"

"You too man, an I sure wanner show you around! He grinned with a display
of his big even white teeth.

"I can hardly wait," I thought, and grinned back with a lustful look as my
eyes stripped him naked.

That afternoon I was put to work learning the job on hand as it were, with
an experienced staff member.  My mentor Derrick was a local white Bahamian,
who had been with the Hotel for nearly two years, and seemed more than
happy to show me the ropes and more.  He was the typical gay stereo type,
passably good looking, slim and stylish, and full of effeminate
affectation.  Not my type, but I was not adverse to him giving me a
blow-job under the counter.  In fact I was quite turned on with the risk of
discovery facing the both of us, and I have to admit he turned out to be an
expert cock-sucker. He could take all of my swollen nine inches of
throbbing meat in his hungry mouth, and swallow every drop of my gushing
load when I came deep in his throat. Yeah, he was a fabulous cock-sucker!

Within thirty minutes of meeting Derrick he was down on his knees and not
too nonchalantly brushed his face up against my basket.  We were behind the
reception counter and had just booked in a family of five from Miami.
"Woops!" he said, as a pen slipped from his fingers and fell between my
legs.  For most of the time my cock has a semi hard-on, and I was instantly
aroused as I felt his hot breath sear through the thin cotton of my Bermuda
shorts.  Unknown to me, Derrick had made bets with other staff members,
that he could have my cock in his mouth within the first hour of our being
on duty in the reception area. I have heard stories of "Frat Sluts" in
College, but never imagined I would find, and be picked up by the
equivalent in a five star hotel.  Wow, I was sure finding the delights of
Nassau Town.

Instinctively I pressed my crotch into Derrick's face, not fully realising
I was giving him the green light, and he went for it.  Unzipping my fly, my
swollen appendage uncoiled itself like a spring and got engulfed in his
hungry mouth. "Mm!" was all I heard him say, as he took my cock in deeply
and sucked on it with relish.  My knees felt like buckling, and I'm sure my
face was red for anyone to see.  Fortunately there were no hotel guests
around, just the bustle of staff members who seemed to appear from no where
and on no particular errand, but all smiled that knowing smile.  How could
they know I wondered, and turned all the more scarlet as I blew my load
into Derrick's mouth and shivered in ecstasy?

"Enjoying it!" sang out a couple of `bell-hops' in unison, beaming with
infectious smiles.

"Oh yeah!" I countered, not really knowing whether they were referring to
my new job in Reception, or the blow-job, and shivered again as I
discharged another wad of cum in Derrick's hot mouth.  "Oh, it's just great
coming..." I groaned with a shuddered, before adding "to work here," and
hoped the break in my comment was not too noticeable.  However the two
young lads had mercifully moved on chuckling among themselves, and I was
beginning to feel drained and yet euphoric as Derrick stood up beside me
and smiled like the cat that had swallowed the canary.

"Fuck, I love your sweet cum man!" he whispered far to close to my face for
comfort. "If ever you need those hot rocks of yours drained man, just call
me. "I'm at your service any time Kyle," and he kept smiling to himself and
licking his lips of any remaining trace of my creamy juices.

I felt unable to move and quite unprepared for what took place next.  I
noticed money exchanging hands, wads of it, as Derrick picked up his
winnings from practically every staff member in the hotel during our shift.
They seemed to hand it over cheerfully enough, and many even gave me a
wink.  However my greatest surprise after finding out I was the brunt of
the bet, was to receive half of Derrick's winnings.  "You're joking!" I
mused.

"You're worth it!" came the retort, "besides a little bird told me that you
need the money, someone picked your pocket in Toronto and you're here
without a dime.  "Go on take it...  you can pay me back later if it makes
you feel better... "But take it and have some fun this evening," he urged.

I felt like sweeping the little cock sucker up in my arms and whirling him
around the room, but only stared at him like a dope, blinked, shook his
hand, and promised I would pay him back come pay day.  "You can suck my
cock any time!" I beamed, and saw in his eyes that it would be his
pleasure.

Later that evening I met Simon near the entrance to the hotel as we had
arranged earlier.  He looked really suave in a tight fitting pair of deep
purple slacks that showed off the bulge of his huge flaccid cock to
perfection.  What a stud!  And the pirate style white shirt he was almost
wearing, was open down the middle as far as his navel, displaying
mouth-watering washboard abbs and perfectly muscled pecs.  I was hard and
drooling just looking at him.  "Fuck! You're a sight for sore eyes"; I
addressed him, and clutched him to me in a bear hug that got our engorged
members grinding together.

"You too can look cool man," he said grinning with pride as we broke our
embrace. "Just need the Bahamian touch, and I will have you look as good as
me!"

"Oh yeah?"

"You know it man!" and so saying swung an arm companionably around my
shoulders, and we sauntered into the dusky night.  We were alone at long
last under the stars, the air so balmy with just a light breeze, and life
seemed just perfect as we strolled like young lovers down winding lanes
dancing with the flickering lights of colourful stalls.  The pungent smell
of food floated on clouds of smoke and steam, and displayed to fill the
senses was an array of spicy tit-bits to wet any pallet.  For me it was a
gourmet's paradise.

I pigged out, but Simon ate sparingly.  "Have to watch my figure," he said
jokingly. The truth of the matter though was the fact he needed a flat,
empty stomach, to get under the low bamboo bar in his `limbo' dance
routine.  I could hardly wait for the midnight hour, and then there he was,
the centre of attention at the `Drum Beat' nightclub.

I was given a small unobtrusive table that had a great side on view of
Simon doing his dance routine.  He had changed out of his street clothes,
and was now almost naked.  His whole body looked to be oiled, for his
smooth velvety skin shone brilliantly under the stage lights.  Wearing only
a loincloth, he looked so incredibly sexual.  The thin gauze covering his
impressive genitalia only seemed to excentuate his manly endowment rather
than offers any form of modesty.

Only gasps from the tightly packed audience could be heard as he stepped
onto the stage.  He had an undoubted presence, and the stillness around him
was almost tangible.  "Man!  You are mind blowing!" I thought, slipping
into the Bahamian vernacular.  He looked so utterly amazing. To think I had
had sex with that body slinking around the stage made my pulse race.  His
muscles were not big like those of Hank, but they were perfectly formed,
and he knew how to make them bunch up and ripple as he flexed every limb
and gyrated his lithe body.

Swaying to the rhythm of the `Drum Beat' drums, Simon lowered the bamboo
bar lower and lower, and arched his back to incredible angles as he
shuffled his feet under the bar and barely touched it with his glistening
torso and head.  His posture was so utterly erotic... with thighs splayed
wide apart, his bunched up genitals was a awesome sight to behold, and the
women and men alike, all groaned and rooted their rapturous pleasure with
each successful passage under the bamboo bar.

I roared my approval with the best of them, cheering and hollering, and
almost jumping out of my seat.  The atmosphere was electrifying! And Simon
was like an Olympic hero as he raised himself up after each successful
passage, with the ease of spring hinged knees, to the adulation and
applause of the crowd.  They loved him, and he was eating them up.

The final bar was set on top of two standard size coke bottles, and would
you believe it, he got under them too.  To watch him was magical... to
believe it possible I would have thought insane...

His performance over, I slipped back stage as planned and watched him clean
up and get changed back into his street clothes.  "You are so hot!" I
gushed, emphasising every word.  "I still can not believe you were able to
get under those two coke bottles," I rattled on with admiration written all
over my face, and Simon just soaked it up and smiled back at me.  He was
still perspiring as we left the nightclub clasping each other around the
shoulders, swaying slightly to the haunting drums still weaving their
spell, and eager to get back to my room and a cooling shower.

I could also hardly wait to get him out of his damp clothes and gaze once
more upon his gorgeous body.  My mind kept wandering with thoughts of
having sex with him under the stage lights, and to think of him wearing
just a loincloth for my eyes only had my cock not only pulsing, but ready
to blow a premature load.  Wallowing in these growing erotic fantasies, it
was not long before we rounded on the spacious grounds of the Montago Beach
Hotel and discretely took the path to the Foreign Staff Quarters based in
the Annex of the vast complex.  I wanted to explore, feel and caress every
inch of Simon, and I can promise you there was over a foot of pulverising
meat between his splendid thighs.

"Why, you're shivering!"  He made the statement, rather than asks the
question.  But of course he knew it was due to my sexual anticipation.

"It's nothing!" I shrugged, shifted my hand from around his shoulders, and
squeezed his lovely round butt to distract him.

Now the Annex is made up of just twenty reasonably spacious rooms, ten on
either side of a long corridor, with a bathroom set-up between every second
room with connecting doors to the room on either side.  I shared my
bathroom with one of the Night Auditor's, a young guy of about my age who
said he was from New York, and had recently qualified as a medical doctor,
and was presently "bumming around in his yacht." The lucky sod!  I have to
say I was quite taken with the look of him.  Earlier, I had caught him in
the raw quite by accident when I opened my sliding door to go for a pee,
and there he was on the throne plopping away, and not in the least
concerned that I had walked in on him.

"You must be the new guy on reception," he said with a smile. "I'm Guy,
your connecting room-mate."  At this point he wiped his ass, got up off his
haunches and went over to the hand basin to wash his hands, before turning
again to face me with a stretched out hand in greeting.

"Hi, I'm Kyle" I responded rather abashed. "Sorry to have intruded on you
like this," and took his offered hand in a firm, but warm handshake. "Good
to meet you."  I added.  He had then gone on to explain that he never
locked the sliding door to his room and that he had never found the need to
do so.

"That's cool with me" I responded, "I'll keep my door unlocked too, and
maybe catch you in the nutty again" I said with a laugh, with my eyes
sizing him up and down.  He was one hell of a good looker with the body to
match an Adonis, and I instinctively knew we would become good friends.

Well back to Simon and I on a high and itching for each other.

It was a warm sticky night, and all was quiet as we entered the building
and walked down the Annex corridor to my room half way down.  Passing all
the closed doors one had to wonder what was going on behind them at this
time of night, or rather early morning?  Anyway, on closing behind me the
door to my room, I could distinctly hear the flow of water in my bathroom,
as if the cistern has been flushed.  But it was the shower that had been
turned on. "What the...?" I mumbled, not wanting to alert a possible
intruder. I knew Guy was on duty, being the night auditor, so who was in
our bathroom came the nagging thought?

I had only partially closed my sliding bathroom door, and so there was a
crack of light streaming across my room like a laser beam.  "Don't switch
on the light" I cautioned Simon in a whisper, as I stepped softly towards
the bathroom door and gently slid it open.  There in the glass shower
cubicle with his back to me stood the graceful figure of a young man, or
was he a boy?  Simon by this time was next to me and whispered "It's OK,
it's only Andy."

"Andy!" I burst out in confusion, and the lithe, beautifully muscled Adonis
turned to face me and smiled that mischievous smile I remembered so well. I
did not have to wait for Simon to tell me he was one of the `Bell Hops'.
I'd recognise that face anywhere in a crowded room.  He was one of the two
young spunks who had asked me: "are you enjoying it?"  earlier that
afternoon.  I now know for sure it was not my first day in the hotel he was
referring to, but the blow-job Derrick was giving me from behind the `Front
Desk Counter'.

"Wow!" escaped my lips, as my eyes gravitated to his genitals.  His thick
flaccid cock was all of nine long inches, in fact as big as my tool with a
full hard-on.  "Fuck!" I thought, are all the Bahamian guys hung like
horses?  I was beginning to believe that black men do have bigger cocks,
and it was not just a myth.

Meanwhile Andy continued with his cooling shower, using plenty of soap to
lather up his swelling appendage and balls that would do justice on a bull.
To my mind, he was obviously giving me the `come-on' with every twist and
turn of his slender body and provocatively caressing hands. He was a master
of enchantment, and within seconds both Simon and I had our sweaty clothes
off and racing to join him under the shower. To say I was excited would be
an understatement... my skin felt so sensitive and glowed with the blood
pumping through my body in double time.  My cock was also erect without
even being touched, and it swelled even further as we soaped each other up
in the confined space.

I was the meat in the sandwich with my cock nestled in the crack of Andy's
gorgeous bubble butt, while Simon's massive salami filled my ass crack.
Our hands meanwhile slid all over our limbs, tenderly caressing whatever
part of one's anatomy we could reach.  I believe we all shot a load, and
kept moaning and groaning with the exquisite pleasure we were giving and
receiving from one another's magical hands.  It was wicked!

Squeaky clean, sexually satiated, and buoyed with the energy we seemed to
derive from one another, we finally stepped out of the shower cubicle and
leisurely towelled ourselves down.  I desperately felt like a cup of
coffee, and as if reading my thoughts, Andy suggested we might like to join
him in Guy's room for coffee.

"Don't tell me you have a coffee machine" I challenged him.

"Just the next best thing" he sang out. "Electric kettle and `Andronicus'
coffee bags."

"Super!" I rejoined, and wrapping a dry towel around me more for the
comfort than any modesty, followed him out of the bathroom with Simon in
tow similarly attired.

There were only two cane chairs in the room placed on the sides of a round
glass top table.  The kettle and assorted condiments were stacked on a
built in shelf on the wall, under which a bar type fridge was situated on
the floor.  Very neat and tidy I thought.  However my eyes were soon
resting on the double size bed ensemble.  "How come I don't have one of
those?" I questioned.

"Contacts!" chorused Andy and Simon, and followed me onto the inviting bed
with alacrity.

The kettle had boiled and the only two cups were bagged, but we had by this
time shifted our interest.  Gone were my pangs for a scalding coffee.
Right now my mouth was down in the crotch of Andy licking his big balls.
Just inhaling his musky aroma had my senses reeling.  What a joy it was to
lie between his splendid legs and drink in the essence of his masculinity
with my face in his lap.  Simon meanwhile was screwing my ass with his
fingers, and applying a good measure of lube (curtesy of Andy) to my anal
canal.  "Gotta grease you up good for my python."  He quipped with a
chuckle, and I squirmed in ecstasy as he expertly massaged the nerve
endings of my love chute.  Andy was also giving me a sensual massage, his
hands running over my scalp, neck, deltoids, shoulders and biceps.  I was
floating on cloud nine.

"Want to fuck me Man?" asked Andy so casually I was not sure I had heard
right.

"Fuck, yes!" I spluttered, lifting my face off his swollen appendage.

"OK, how about you ready me like Simon is doin you with some lube?" he
suggested.

"Then I can fuck you while you fuck Andy," chimed in Simon.

"Sounds good to me," I beamed, and got to work on Andy's ass.

Almost immediately I was rewarded with groans of Andy's pleasure, and
within only a minute he wanted me to enter him.  "He's Guy's bum-boy and
missing him."  Justified Simon.  "Go on mount him `doggy style' and I will
do the same fur you," he urged.

I did not need any encouragement, I had been ready to plough Andy from the
moment I first lay eyes on his big round butt in the shower cubicle, and my
cock was throbbing with anticipation.  Grabbing hold of his hips, I braced
my knob up against his greased up pucker, and pulled him onto me.

"Aaaaahhhh" he groaned as I entered him, driving in my crown to its flared
mushroom ridge, and then inch by slow inch I fed him my full nine inches of
swollen meat.  My balls were now squashed up against his smooth firm butt,
when I felt Simon's pulveriser lining up with my rear orifice.  I tried to
force myself to relax and was pleasantly surprised to find his entry was
quite painless and even pleasurable.  However just as I was beginning to
think that his fingers had done the trick in opening me up to accept his
log, the middle, that thickest part of his seemingly endless appendage,
stretched my sphincter to the limit and then some, and my bowels felt
stuffed beyond belief.

"I can't take any more!" I felt like screaming, but bit down on my lip and
forced myself to accept all of it.  In what seemed like a dream like state
I went with the flow, and accepted the enormity of his invasive weapon like
a lover, as he encouraged me with soft crooning sounds and lovingly
massaged my buttocks.

Simon had sensed my feelings, and stayed in me without further movement,
allowing me to get use to the fullness I found almost paralytic. I had a
sense of sereneness float over my whole being, and then, as he continued to
stroke my shoulders and slid his hands under my armpits and down the sides
of my torso, I felt a joy!  His touch sent shivers through my whole being
as he continued to caress my stomach and gently tweaked my nipples.  I
could feel his hot breath and soft kisses on my neck, nibbles and suction
on my ear lobes, and then his hot moist tongue twisted itself in my ears,
bathing them with his spital, and all the while he crooned to me like a
baby.  I was in rapture!  Really relaxed, and set free.  Never had a fuck
buddy treat me like a lover... he made me feel so alive.

My dick which had softened after my own invasion, now grew and swelled to
its full potential within Andy, and I found myself shunting my now relaxed
and expanded tunnel over Simon's meaty rod.  He had invaded my very soul,
and it felt wonderful!

Cued in to my feelings, Simon took control. He could feel the difference in
me, but remained gentle, loving and nurturing. He was in no hurry as he
continued to massage my butt and occasionally had a feel of my drawn up
balls, rolling my nuts between his fingers as he set the tempo for our
tandem fuck. The feelings he created within me were simply awesome.  I
trembled with his every touch, loving his huge slab of meat that pulsed and
flexed within the depths of my bowels.  He was now a part of me, and the
feel of his strong hands sent shivers down my spine and curled my
toes. Never had I experienced such loving attention, and like a dry and
barren earth, my body absorbed the shower of his spring fed water.

Every inch of me tingled as we neared our climax. I could feel Simon's
tempo change up a notch and with it my own feelings heightened.  It had
been a long and glorious ride in unison, and now as he began to moan and
utter unintelligible sounds, I too began to cry out along with Andy who
wildly bucked his ass, as we all groaned and shivered with a mounting
passion that would overtake our senses. Finally we were all there; at that
point of ecstasy all men crave to attain and are but a fleeting moment of
pure rapture.  However wave after wave of these exquisite feelings flooded
our flexing appendages as we spewed wads of creamy cum deep in the recesses
of our respective orifices, and shivered in ecstasy.

This was the second time I had been fucked while I fucked someone, but it
felt like a whole new ball game.  Not only because the log within me was
the biggest I had ever felt or seen, but the camaraderie I shared with
these two gorgeous hunks felt so right, so normal, and perfectly natural.

The End