Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2011 08:39:20 +0800
From: Calvin Corvidian <cancorv@gmail.com>
Subject: Robin and John and Marion

You see them around quite a bit - two friends inseparable - they've known
each other since their nappydom. Or at least since they were in the
percussion ensemble, chess club and on detention for the same misdemeanors
at primary school. One of them seems to have everything going for him - the
body, the face, the smile, the family background, the poise, the style, the
elan ... and the resultant self-confidence. The other has more or less
everything too, but to a lesser extent, except the brains which are
inversely proportional to the rest. Whenever they are together, and as we
shall soon see, they are rarely apart, he is systematically
overlooked. After all, no-one's head ever turned admiring brains. His
self-confidence has never had the opportunity to keep up with his friend's
and he has never had as much reason to beam with pride or
happiness. Viewing life from the glass half full perspective, he can be a
bit of miserable git at times. But his best friend is always there
reassuring him he's got no reason to feel miserable or sorry for
himself. In fact, he wouldn't be his best friend if he saw anything
inferior in him.

Marion has elected to study acting as well as film studies. Being a walking
wet dream since she scrambled over the puberty net, heads have certainly
turned when she entered a room, a shop, a swimming pool, you name it. Guys
have crashed their bikes, their cars, walked into telegraph poles, dropped
whatever they were eating or drinking. And if you were lucky enough to be
on the receiving end of a smile or even a greeting, chances were high that
you'd levitate onto Cloud 9 and stay there for the rest of the day.

John and Robin all but choked on their schnitzels in the campus dining room
when she asked if she could join them. They were sitting side by side, she
opposite. They were uncertain how they might actually finish their meal in
the company of Beauty. She was going to be opening her mouth, parting her
teeth, sliding pieces of deep fried breaded veal on a fork onto her
tongue. Even as she masticated, the ends of her lips curved into an
enchanting smile.

Robin felt certain that she was there because she wanted John.  John felt
certain that she was there because she wanted John.  As we will eventually
learn, her sights were set even higher.

While John was looking at his plate absentmindedly slicing schnitzel, his
eyes were on the opposite side of the table nestling into the most
beautiful breasts he'd ever considered holding, touching, teasing, kissing,
stroking, biting, licking, flicking. While John's imagination was taking
his mind down her body, Robin's eyes were scanning her chin, her lips, her
cheeks, her nose and ended up meeting her eyes. Her smile sent a tingle
through his body that he felt in his knees. It was an electric moment for
Robin, but tinged with the realization that it was a condescending smile,
one that said, if only you were as sumptuous as the gorgeous and randy
John. Nevertheless, Beauty had smiled on him this day.

One is rarely impertinent enough to contradict the words Beauty utters, but
after she had put them at ease with some pleasant small talk, she asked
them how long they'd been together. John said that they'd known each other
since primary school and Robin asked why she thought they were together. It
turns out that she had been watching them for some time, had never seen one
without the other, or with anyone else, and certainly never with a
girl. Robin explained the implication of her question to his one and only
friend.

In hitting the nail on the head, John blanched. At first speechless, a
torrent of stuttered and stammered denials were emitted with such force
that one might have wondered if "the lady doth protest too much." Robin
found it quite amusing that his best friend, whom he thought he knew better
than that, would be bothered by such an accusation. Marion found the
chemistry between the boys supremely intoxicating. With John now blathering
all sorts of pronouncements about it being time they found new friends,
Marion nodded and smiled. John could barely see her through his rage. Robin
put his arm around his friend's shoulder, attempting to cool him
down. Frankly, that was about as helpful as pissing into a volcano. Not
wanting to give her more reason to believe this heinous lie, he roughly
flicked the arm away. At the same time, he realized how warm and
comfortable and very familiar that consoling arm was.

Marion sent him to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face and
wash off the lava that had dribbled down his chin during this
eruption. During his absence Robin and Marion laughed about the
performance. She wondered why he wasn't studying drama too. Robin had never
seen him like this. Never. After a momentary lapse in their banter, Robin
asked her if she had sat with them today to find out if they were a
couple. She admitted that that was the preamble, but if Robin is
interested, she'd like a date with him. He was tall and good-looking, smart
and articulate, and he knew where to look when talking to a girl. He looked
at her now. In the eyes. They were smiling and so were his. His mouth fell
open and he sluttily licked his lips. She had him dictate his phone number
and then she snapped him. Gotcha!

John swaggered back to the table knowing full well that she would be
his. Marion knew what he was thinking. Robin also knew what John was
thinking and even felt a tad guilty at winning this much coveted prize. He
went to the drinks machine to get them all a bottle of something. And
during his absence John asked her if she was doing anything this
evening. Even though the answer was a five letter word starting with a
capital R, she asked what he had in mind. Because the answer was a four
letter word starting a capital F, he started blathering again. Marion was
accustomed to guys being tongue tied around her. She had him dictate his
phone number and then she snapped him. Gotcha!

The boys had a squash court booked for 1.30 and it was at the other end of
the campus. They bade her farewell. John risked everything by turning back
once more to look at her - she could have disappeared into Hades -- and
gestured "call me". The boys walked in silence. Robin's hand rested on
John's shoulder as it has done since time immemorial. For the first time
John was acutely aware of it. He shrugged it off and Robin cooed jokily
into his ear.

The squash game was fast and furious, far more charged than usual. John
felt an out of body experience, as if he were looking down on their match
from the Cloud 9 in which he was louchly swaddled. Marion had asked for his
phone number! Robin was edgy. Sure, Marion had asked for his phone number,
but so have plenty of girls. In fact, so many that he was starting to
wonder why he never followed up on any of them.

As per usual, they walked their stinky selves back to their dorm room and
showered there. As per usual Robin showered first and when John emerged
from the bathroom after his shower, Robin was lying naked face down on his
bed. This was their unspoken code for "I need a massage". John took the
lotion and squirted it on his friend's back. While he spread it around the
powerful musculature, he smeared it in with great force. Robin loved
that. He was wondering what Marion had in mind this evening. He sighed a
long deep sigh through a broad satisfied smile. He started pondering this
aloud, but John shushed him. Robin could hear a quiver in his friend's
voice that concerned him. John's towel fell to the floor as he knelt
between Robin's legs which he gently moved aside. Massaging his friend this
intimately felt suddenly both dangerous and consoling. Robin could sense
how unusually troubled John was today. He massaged down the darkly tanned
torso and reached the lily white buttocks onto which he squirted some more
lotion and rubbed it in. He separated the hard mounds of muscle and leaned
down to blow warm air on his squeaky clean sphincter. Robin sighed a long
deep sigh which may well have contained the warm air John kept blowing into
him at the other end.

This was the point at which Robin traditionally turned over so that John
could massage his thighs. He tended to sport an erection in these
situations and today was only exceptional in that it was at full mast. One
only had to be a sighted person, to grasp what a wonder it was. Perfectly
proportioned, slightly darker than the light brown that was Robin's skin
colour, you could only smile and shake your head in disbelief at the beauty
of it. Its eyelet seemed to both smile and wink at you. Even though John's
was noticeably larger, Robin's cock was chic personified. John smiled and
winked. Robin smiled back with a touch of wry as he thought of Robin Hood's
companion, Little John. Robin nodded, smiled and sluttily licked his lips
with his well-endowed tongue. John started massaging the kneecaps. As
tradition dictates, he moved his massaging hands up and up and pressed
forcefully into the area to the left and right of the heavily laden
scrotum. Robin clasped his hands behind his head. He was looking intensely
into John's eyes. John leaned down and blew warm air on the heavily laden
scrotum. Defying tradition, Robin almost sat up. John wondered if he wasn't
leaning in for a kiss and cautiously closed the gap between their
faces. Robin was earnestly hoping that he was not misconstruing this
situation. The tension was such that John now shot a huge volley of lava
into his best friend's face. There was nothing to misconstrue.

They were both aghast. John stared at the splodges of his semen that looked
like bags under Robin's eyes. He leaned over to get the towel, but Robin
held him in place. That's when the tears started. John bawled like an
infant -- torrents of tears streamed down his face as he wept for the loss
of innocence. Robin knew that he had misconstrued nothing. He wrapped his
arms around his friend's body and let the heat their bodies jointly burned
with meld the two sets of body fluids into one. When his solace was
misconstrued for affection, he disentangled them and headed for the
bathroom. John stared at the buttocks disappearing behind the closed door
realizing that he will never again get to blow warm air into them. Let
alone anything else.

John waited nervously for Robin to emerge from the bathroom. He didn't want
to have this talk, but how can they not? It should have all been said a
long time ago. The object of his love was the last person he wanted to
discuss it with.

Robin took a tormentingly long time in the bathroom wondering what the fuck
had got into his best friend today. Surely it can't have been the encounter
with Marion. Such encounters are a daily occurrence for Little John. For
Robin, such attention has always been a distant dream. Or so he had thought
until today. Many new adventures today. He wondered if they were triggering
each other.

A couple of hours later when their dorm room was unusually quiet and
uncool, Robin got a message from Marion inviting him over for the
evening. The notion of chain reaction took on a new significance. Every
belief Robin held when he woke up this morning was now seen in a new
light. He was fairly certain that his aim for this evening did not diverge
overly from Marion's. The matter he vaguely entertained en route was merely
one of strategies. He needn't have worried too much. When she opened the
door, she held two glasses of chilled rose. They smiled into each other's
eyes and toasted to their union. Her strategy saved him exercising any of
the ones he'd been entertaining. Her hand was pressing into his crotch
before she'd fully closed the door. She swilled her wine into his mouth as
they kissed. He was rock hard before he'd swallowed the swilled wine. She
was far more impressed by the muscle in her mouth that was co-swilling
their wine than by that which she was kneading. Robin's tongue was the most
wonderful weapon her own had ever duelled with. She was certain that a good
time was to be had this evening. She drew him towards the open fire and
they lay together on the sheepskin rug, caressing and stroking each
other. They kissed and fondled and Robin was as happy as he'd ever
been. She was so loving, so warm, and so ball-breakingly hot. He had never
been so in someone's power and so in need to dominate at the same time. He
was thoroughly overwhelmed by these feelings. It wasn't very long before
his mighty tongue was swirling around one nipple and then another. Marion
writhed noisily. He slurped his way down her body, and tussled with the
button on her jeans. His victory was ensured with her lifting her butt so
he could slide them down. And to work his tongue went. Two open fires in
such close proximity. She knew that this was going to be far more exciting
than just another cock pounding away down there. She had suspected as much
at lunch when the lizard had licked some potato salad off his nose. On
their first kiss she knew that this is what she'd crave. And she was not
disappointed. What he was able to do down there no man had ever achieved
before. And he devoured her with all the passion of the greediest of little
boys. It'd been a long time since he'd eaten a girl out and my, what a meal
he was making of it. They changed places several times to accommodate his
insatiable tongue. The firelight faded and it was their exertions that kept
them warm. After all this time, he was still fully clothed and his mind
flicked momentarily to John, wondering if he at this stage would still be
clothed. Probably not, given the magnificence of his physique. And his need
to show off that thing of his. Was this why Marion was keeping him clothed?
Is his body ugly to her? What ought he do? Now that there is virtually no
light in the room, surely she wouldn't mind if he were naked too? He
started to remove his shirt, and as she helped him, she bit into his
nipple, such that Robin screamed. No-one had ever touched his nipple before
and he did not like it one iota. The only feeling was that someone was
biting him somewhere and it was a none too pleasing pain. He considered
playing along but before he got to resolve this quandary, his pain screamed
at her. She smiled a smile of satisfaction. Great satisfaction. Her
luscious body pressed against his, the warmth of their chests pressed
together. His raging erection still encased in his jeans pressed against
her beautiful and ravenous essence. He knew that it was only a matter of
time before they would be united, and he also knew that he could enjoy this
tease for as long as she could. He was smiling from ear to ear as he
released his tongue back into her. Who liked it more was difficult to
assess, but my god one could understand the neighbours' fear that something
momentous was happening in their midst.

They were completely into each other in every other way but
literally. After a little time, she returned to his nipples, this time with
her tongue only. He slightly warmed to the sensation, but he preferred
licking hers. He threw her aside, and started biting her nipples. The
pleasure she expressed indicated that it meant a lot more to her than to
him. He was so pleased to have the luxury of time. It felt like the rarest
moment in his life. They paused a moment while she fetched some more
rose. He watched her beautiful figure in the ambient light disappear into
the kitchen and return. Her 90 second absence was bearable only in that
Robin was granted a moment's reflection on the night's events. He hoped
this was not a one off. Just when the events of the afternoon flooded back
into his mind, and he started to wonder how John was coping, Marion knelt
over his face. She put their glasses to their left and right and his tongue
disappeared inside her again. The most magnificent tongue that had ever
been inside her. Oh my! And as his hands reached for his belt, she lifted
his arms away and clasped them by his sides. He loved her strength. Both
his wrists were pinned by hers, which made it all the stranger that some
stranger should start unclipping the button on his jeans. With his tongue
still inside Marion, Robin sighed a knowing sigh. There was only one person
in the world who could be unbuttoning his jeans right now. It was
immediately apparent that this evening was all about John and Marion ending
up together. Why they had involved him in this was not clear to him, but it
was the obvious conclusion to draw. At first he felt deflated, then
disappointed then a little angry, after which came fury and thoughts of
murder and then suicide. That'll teach `em. Then he felt his aching hardon
in John's hand. It felt weird, but not unpleasant. He'd have said something
if he had the normal use of his mouth. Marion kept his hands firmly pinned
by his side as John went about his stroking business. Robin had long hoped
that the warm wet mouth that would engulf his cock would be Marion's but
here and now it was John's tongue that bathed his cock with that
pleasure. And pleasurable it was. Robin's tongue was still tussling with
all the earthly pleasures that Marion's cunt had to offer and while that
didn't altogether negate the pleasure John was inflicting on him, there was
now a triangle, unannounced, that he had to contend with. He was more than
a little curious about where John had acquired his fellatio skills as he
was clearly no beginner in the fine art of. But before these puzzles needed
to be solved, there was the simple matter of untold ecstasy with his tongue
buried deep inside Marion and his cock buried deep inside John. He
marvelled at how queerly the gods had conspired this day. After today's
little performance at home, he had become suspicious of John's sexuality
and with his cock getting the hottest workover of the century, those doubts
evaporated. His best friend was gay. The structure of the evening seemed to
indicate that Marion knew this. So as his tongue continued to penetrate her
insides, he wondered what she had had in mind. Was this the test of their
friendship, of their sexuality? Sexualities? She really did think they were
a couple and this invitation to have their ways with her would confirm what
she needed to know.

John's tongue had slid its willful way down to Robin's scrotum and he was
rolling the balls around in his mouth. This was a new sensation for Robin
and it would be no understatement to say that he fucking loved it, as weird
as it was coming from his best friend. His gay best friend. John lifted
Robin's legs up a little then Marion grabbed his ankles and pulled them up
onto her shoulders. This gave John the access to Robin's sphincter that he
long craved. He's been close enough in their massage beds but this was the
real thing. And he went for it with all his might. His tongue was no match
for Robin's any more than Robins' cock was any match for John's. We all
have our strengths. John's hands stretched Robin's buns apart and his
tongue went straight for the chocolate rosebud. Robin thought he was going
to expire. The magnificence was beyond his wildest dreams. He was in no
doubt that what was happening to his body top and bottom was an inimitable
experience he would soon long to, well, imitate. As much as he was
concentrating on these feelings, he was wondering why John had never told
him he was gay. How often might he have had this blow job of the
century. Oh dear, now he was feeling guilty about being greedy. And
ambivalent. What if he had to choose? Let's not even go there.

John stuck his tongue into Robin's navel and slowly slobbered his way up to
his nipples which he loving swaddled with his tongue. He slid further up
and took Marion's left breast in his hand. And then kissed it, licked it
and slobbered all around it. At the same time his sphincter parked over
Robin's cock. He lowered himself a little and let the tip tease his
buttocks. Robin's tongue was spent. He tried to maneuvre away slightly and
ended up with John's ball sack on his chin. Marion's hand was stroking
John's ample cock and she rubbed it around Robin's lips. She well
understood the irony of his name Little John, having hitherto assumed it
had to do with his great height. This was pretty new and unexpected, but
far from repugnant. The only question Robin was asking himself was why
Marion had invited him here if she thought she had a chance with the far
superior John.

How ingenuous! Robin was seriously wondering if John's cock still rimming
his lips ought to end up in his mouth. This would be a first not only in
deed but in thought. As he considered the inevitability of it, the said
piece of meat slipped between his teeth into his mouth. John sort of cried,
sort of sighed, sort of died, sort of "why'd". What he has waited for
longer than anything in his life was now happening. Robin had his cock in
his mouth. At the same time John was slobbering Marion's nipples and his
fingers were stroking Robin's arms.

After some time, Marion extricated herself from the triangle and knelt by
Robin and blew him most sensuously as he continued to blow John. But John
wanted to watch her suck his friend so he turned 180 and let his scrotum
dangle on Robin's face. It would not only seem impolite of Robin not to go
to town on John's scrotum, but a waste of good tongue. As he did, Marion
took Robin's usefully ample, rock hard cock in hand and stroked it. She
wanted to suck it but didn't want to cease her labours on that long thin
thing of Robin's that was more than tickling the back of her
throat. Gripping John's as a handle she tugged him towards her. As he
waddled forward, Robin's mouth was free of obligation for the first time in
hours. As Marion pushed Robin's legs apart so she could kneel between them,
she pressed the boys' cocks together. They had never met each in such close
proximity and there was an awkward moment of etiquette as they greeted each
other. Their foreskins rubbed against each other as if they were lips
kissing. John's cock was so happy to be finally pressed the full length of
Robin's and Robin's was just happy to have some attention other than his
master's spindly fingers. The question of who was master and who was slave
is one that most cocks ponder eagerly. They smile to themselves knowingly,
sometimes even to each other. Every cock worth his well-coiffed pubes knows
that the mere act of waking from a dormant slumber is enough to enslave the
master in any situation it chooses to exercise this power.

The warmth of their cocks snuggled together was now cocooned in the warm
moisture of Maid Marion's mouth as she squeezed them together taking them
at the same time. Robin's hands lay by his side and John's groped for them,
found them, and pressed them against his hips. They could have found
Marion's breasts instead, and it was this little sin of omission that
finally convinced her that the last weapon in armoury needed to be called
into service. She slobbered and tugged over the two simultaneous cocks
until she felt they were about to explode. She pushed John back slightly so
that he could take over sucking Robin and she disappeared into the bathroom
for a moment. The last time she disappeared for a moment, John turned
up. What next, Robin wondered. John's arse was within a cowlick of Robin's
face, but he didn't think he could do it. His tongue was not going in
there. He separated the cheeks and blew warm air there as had been done to
him so fatefully this afternoon. Or was it yesterday already?

Marion returned with a well lubricated arse. She stood John up and sat down
on Robin's cock. It disappeared deep inside her cunt. She leant forward and
starting sucking John. She then pushed him aside a little and leant further
forward to kiss Robin while he slowly slipped and slod his prod back and
forth inside her muscled cunt. John was feeling momentarily left out and
she pushed his legs a little to indicate that he was to go behind. Her
sphincter was glistening invitingly. He wasn't sure that he wanted him to
fuck her arse while Robin fucked her cunt, and he wasn't sure whose
initiative would now be on display. She tapped his foot which he read as
the signal it was. Fucking a woman's arse had never been on his menu but
tonight has been so rich in new experiences that it could appear squeamish
to reject this one. He rested his middle finger on her hole and gently
pressed. The slight resistance invited more pressure and eventually more
fingers. He had a bit of a rhythm going and it almost seemed a shame to
replace his fingers with his cock, but that was the order to be
fulfilled. He positioned himself over her upsticking arse, held the head
against the well-oiled machine and slowly pressed in. His cock greeted
Robin's again, and even though it was through gossamer thin tissues, he
recognised his new friend. These two recently acquainted cocks were in the
process of becoming very good friends, though it was abundantly clear that
lovers they would never be.

Robin, lying flat on his back for how many hours now, was still lathing
Marion's eyes, eyebrows, nose, chin, lips with his greatest weapon. John
was plundering her arse with his greatest weapon. Marion reached behind
John and very firmly grabbed his cheeks and wrenched them apart. When lo
and behold, Marion pressed what must have been a very life-like, yet very
large warm lubricated dildo against his exposed sphincter. He wondered how
many arms she had. John had occasionally fingered himself and imagined
getting a dildo up there, and occasionally dared to wish having the real
thing pumping his arse and filling it with hot white lava. But he never
pursued this line of thought as it just seemed ever so slight gay, and he
didn't want to disappoint Robin. His flights of fancy would see him
kneeling over his fucker and shitting the lava out onto his abdomen. Back
to the here and now, Marion seemed to be taking a long time to slide such a
long and thick thing into his arse. As it got there, it became clear that
it was just one large part of an even larger entity. Who the fuck was
fucking him? He had stopped fucking Marion to accommodate the intruder. But
once that had been accomplished and the mild thrusting was under way, he
was once again thrusting inside Marion and against Robin's cock which
picked up speed again inside her cunt.

Robin couldn't understand why John was making such a racket. After all, who
was on the bottom of the heap? Robin was still on his back with his cock
inside Marion's cunt. She was leaning forward with her nipples very close
to his face. His tongue reached up and swiped them as they swung left and
right, up and down. He tried to catch them as any good lizard would, but
the movements were not under even her control. Her arse was perked up just
enough for John's cock to be pumping in and out of it, brushing Robin's
cock inside her from another end. And John's arse was now full of Marion's
brother. John had never imagined anything of such proportions inside him
and it was magnificent. There was something about the warmth of the shaft
itself as well as the heat caused by the friction. Timothy was kneading
John's nips between his thumbs and index fingers, a sensation to fucking
die for.He was starting to get this pain shit. He could only hope that
Marion was deriving as much pleasure from his worthy cock as he was
deriving from Timothy's. Being inside someone while someone was inside him
far exceeded his wildest dreams, though to be honest, his wildest dreams
were pretty tame. Pretty lame.

Marion and John now squatted over Robin, flat on his back as he has been
since time began. Robin's and John's cum oozed out of her well fucked holes
as Timothy's cum oozed out of John's. She fingerpainted Robin's torso with
the three sets of fluid, irking him considerably. She then pressed John and
Timothy's heads towards her filthy torso enticing them to clean it up with
their tongues. They did as bidden, and when the task was complete rested
their heads on the squeamy boy's squeaky clean torso. She pushed their
faces together and they kissed a long slow deep kiss. Their bodies inched
closer and they put their free arms one around the other. Their pillow rose
and fell in gentle waves as Robin breathed. Marion pressed a finger into
Robin's ear, and her other hand tugged at his pubes.

Little John's unlittle monster pressed hard against Timothy's, and it was
surprised to be making another new acquaintance so soon. It mattered not to
John's cock that Timothy's was even larger, any more than Robin's was
smaller. It was impressed with Timothy's abundant foreskin but a bit
nervous that he might be smothered if at some stage down the line they
engaged in the gentle art of cock-docking.

The kissing boys took a breather and turned their heads to look at the
ceiling. What they saw however was two breasts suspended above their
noses. When she saw them looking at them she leaned forward enough for them
to take one each between their teeth. As she moaned, Robin put his hand
over her cunt as if to prevent it from dripping any more, but soon let his
fingers wiggle around inside her. He then bunched his four fingers up and
forced them into her mouth. If she can take two respectable cocks at once,
four fingers should be a picnic. And a picnic it was. She sucked the
fingers with such ferocity, that he feared losing his fingernails.

The four creatures awoke the next morning, snuggled up together naked in
front of the faintly warm fireplace. Not an ember. Robin was lying on his
side, arm around Marion and she had her hand wedged between the tops of his
legs. John was lying on his side, the full length of his back pressed
against the full length of Robin's back. As he opened his eyes, he saw a
male version of Maid Marion. He wondered if they were twins. He looked down
the torso to the cock that had impaled him last night. He gasped. He'd
always been quite proud of his own, but compared to his, oh my! Without
opening his eyes, Timothy smiled, raised his arm to bring John's face down
to meet his. Their slurpy sloppy kisses woke Robin and Marion who did their
best to outslurp and outslop the boys.

The two couples lived happily ever after, well, at least until they had
their college degrees in hand. After that I rather lost track of them,
having other boys and girls to keep my eyes on.

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