Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2004 09:38:52 EST
From: Storywriter61@aol.com
Subject: part five of Gary and Mary

Fourth Day

	Well, I wasn't the only one exhausted.  The other thing that
stopped our bottle game was having to clean up Amy.  When Gary got off of
her, her thighs and pussy were bloody.  He had some blood on his dick, too,
from when she lost her cherry.  We had fun cleaning the two of them up, but
neither Gary nor I got more than semi-hard.  Even after we got ready for
bed we were still pumped out.  We even slept in our under shorts.
	The next morning I woke up hard and ready to find Mary, but Mary's
mom was home so we couldn't fool around.  So after three days of sex of all
sorts, I felt horny by the time the afternoon came around.  I hoped we
could find someplace where we could have some privacy.  Then the phone
rang.  Gary answered it.  We'd talked about being horny, so his end of the
conversation was a bit strange.
	"Tommy.  How are you?"  Pause.  "Sure.  Look, Bob's coming with
me."  Pause.  "No problem.  It'll be fine."  Pause.  "Sure."  Short pause.
"Let me tell Mom."  He put the receiver down.  "Hey Mom, it's Tommy.  He
wants me and Bob to come see him at his house.  We'll be back before
supper."
	From the living room Gary's mom's voice came back with "Okay.  Well
before supper."  She and Mary were working on some sewing project.
	With that, Gary said, "Yeah.  Ten minutes, Tommy."  He put the
receiver back and nodded to me.  "Let's go."  I shrugged my shoulders and
followed him out the door.  I really didn't know Tommy as he was in high
school, but apparently his parents were friends with Gary and Mary's so
Gary knew him fairly well.
	It didn't take long for us to walk to Tommy's.  It was less than
ten minutes in fact.  Gary knocked and the door opened almost at once.
Tommy stood there and motioned us inside.  He was about three or four
inches taller than both of us.  He had black hair and broad shoulders.  I
thought he played football, but wasn't sure.  We exchanged greetings then
he lead the way into the family room, which had a pool table and a card
table in it as well as regular furniture.
	"So what do you want to do?" Tommy asked.
	"I want to watch Bob suck you off," Gary said, causing me to almost
drop my jaw.  A glance at Tommy showed he had the same reaction.
	"You gone crazy?" Tommy asked.
	"No.  We're both horny and I bet you are too."
	"Hey, I really don't know Tommy," I said.  "You didn't ask if I
wanted to."
	"Well, I thought I'd be selfish if I asked you to blow me.  And I
think that Tommy'll be surprised at what you do.  You're hard now, aren't
you?" Gary said, directly to me.
	"Yeah," I admitted.  "I'm hard."
	"So go sit down on the couch," Gary said.  I looked at Tommy.  He
did look sort of neat.  I walked over to the couch and sat down.
	"This for real?" Tommy asked Gary.
	"For real," Gary said.  Tommy unbuttoned and removed his shirt.  He
had some dark hair in the middle of his chest, between his nipples.  Then
he walked over and undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, unbuttoned his
waist button and pulled his jeans down.  When he jerked his jockey shorts
down, his cock sprang out at me.  It was a good six inches, maybe longer,
thick, sticking straight out from a full growth of jet black pubic hair, so
thick I could barely see his balls.  There was also some hair on his
thighs.
	"Okay, Bob, here's my telephone pole."  I looked directly at his
bulbous, red prick head.  I leaned forward and licked the tip with my
tongue.  "I thought you were going to suck me," Tommy said.  I looked up at
him and smiled, then kissed the tip and licked it again.  I raised it up
with my right hand and began to kiss down the shaft.  "Hey.  I like that,"
Tommy breathed.  His hairy balls were much bigger than Gary's and he sure
had a male aroma as I got to the base of his shaft and kissed both balls.
He sighed at that.
	"I can tell you like that," Gary said, coming along side.
	"Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah," Tommy moaned.  I worked my way back up his
shaft and kissed his prick head again before beginning to take his shaft
into my mouth.  In the corner of my eye I saw Gary pulling down his pants
and shorts.  When his prick came out, seeming almost nothing now with
Tommy's right beside it, I released Tommy, kissed Gary's prick head, then
went back to Tommy, letting his cock slide as far into my mouth as
possible.  I gave Tommy's dick four or five good pumps with my lips,
sliding around his cock with my tongue, before releasing him again and
taking Gary for three or four strokes.
	"I think he likes this," Tommy said.
	"Yeah.  Seems to," Gary agreed.  I mumbled agreement, with Tommy's
cock back in my mouth.  Tommy's cock got my mouth for a bit then I went
back to Gary, to discover that Tommy's hand covered it, jerking away.  But
he dropped his hand and I took Gary deep.
	When I returned to Tommy's larger cock, Gary stopped pumping it, to
allow me back on.  Tommy dripped pre-cum as I swallowed as much as I could,
pumping slowly.  As I backed off prior to switching again after about five
or six good, deep strokes, Tommy's hands wrapped around the back of my
head.  "Keep sucking.  I'm cumming.  I'm cumming now!"  With that his cock
began to buck in my mouth and the first blast of thick cum crashed into the
back of my throat.  Even as I swallowed, I noticed that Tommy's cum tasted
different from Gary's.  It was richer, a bit sweeter, but still salty.  And
there was lots of it.  He must have blasted six or seven times before he
said, "Ah, that was good.  Great, in fact."
	"I knew you'd like it.  Now, Bob, you want to finish me?" Gary
pleaded.  So with the taste of Tommy's cum still filling my mouth, I turned
to Gary and took him in, finding him easy to swallow after so much of
Tommy.  It wasn't but a minute or two before Gary moaned, "Oh, I'm
cumming," and began to shoot off.  Yes, there was a difference in flavor.
But which was better?  Now that was hard to say.
	My cock, having now stood hard through two blow jobs, wanted
something.  I began to take off my shirt.  "Okay, my turn, guys," I said,
stripping it off and undoing my pants.  I pulled them off, down to my
knees.  Tommy knelt down in front of me, and worked the pants to my ankles.
"You going to start like I did, Tommy?"
	"Sure," he said.  "And Gary and I will take turns on you, right
Gary?"
	Gary knelt down, too and said, "Sure.  Watch me first."  With that
Gary tongued and kissed my dick head, and then kissed his way down my shaft
to my ball sack, then went back.  "Okay, Tommy, you try it."
	Tommy did, and he did a fine job.  I leaned back to make it easier
for him to get to my balls, which felt great as he kissed them.  Then he
worked his way back up my boy shaft, which looked so much smaller, now that
I had seen his so up close and personal.  But it still stuck out directly
in front and it still leaked some pre-cum.  Tommy took it deep into his
mouth and let it out, swirling his tongue around it.  "Ah.  Good," I said.
"I may be fast," I warned.  I figured the combination of giving head to two
guys, one a new partner and then getting sucked by a new guy might get to
me faster than normal.  But I lasted through his first five or six deep
sucks and then Gary took over for a bit.  Gary stayed on for some time.
"Let Tommy have his share," I breathed.  After all, I'd cum in Gary's
mouth.  I wanted to know if it felt different in the mouth of a sixteen
year old.  Gary backed off and Tommy took over, licking my cock head first
before taking me all the way so that I could feel his lips brush my ball
sack.  I felt the cum begin to rise.  "Oh, yeah," I said.  "I'm going to
shoot," I warned and three strokes later, I felt the rush of cum charge
through my dick and out into Tommy's waiting mouth.  He swallowed and took
more, swallowed my next shot and the next.  And the last one.  "Wow," I
said.  "That was good.  Thanks."
	There was silence for a minute or two.  Then my cock began to
stiffen again.  "So what do we do now, guys?" I said, trying not to be an
interloper.
	"Hey, why don't we all blow each other," Tommy suggested.
	"How do we do that?" I asked as my cock leapt up harder.
	"We lie on the floor.  We get in a triangle.  Let's see, Gary will
blow me, or I blow him.  Then whoever is getting blown, blows you and you
blow the other guy"
	I nodded.  "Okay.  You blow Gary, I'll blow you, and then Gary
blows me."
	"And if we can stand it, I'll blow Tommy, Tommy blows you, and you
suck me off," Gary said, laughing as he lay down on the rug in the center
of the room.  He lay on his back.
	"On your side," Tommy said, lying down with his head at Gary's
crotch.  Gary rolled over on his side so that his hard cock pointed towards
Tommy's mouth.  I pulled my pants completely off, walked over the three
steps and lay down, with my crotch close to Gary and my head close to
Tommy's which had a wild, sexy odor to it.  I felt Gary's lips envelope my
cock and reached and took Tommy's into my mouth.  As soon as it slid in, I
could taste his cum on the its skin.  Gary shifted towards me and I shifted
closer to Tommy to give him full service. I could feel his body move as he
worked on Gary's cock.  We'd each just gone off, so this was going to take
awhile, probably.  But it was an entirely different sensation.  Here I was
giving a guy a blow job, but being sucked off by somebody else.  I felt two
other bodies responding, even as my body responded to two other guys.
	Tommy's hips began to move as he began to thrust his cock into my
mouth, sliding in as I slid towards him and rearing back as I retreated.  I
began to do the same thing to Gary.  I began to stroke Tommy's balls with
one hand, while my other reached behind him and began to rub his bare ass,
tucking his crotch towards me.  A minute later, Gary began to do the same
thing to me.  This was wonderful.  And it lasted.  After a deliciously long
time, Tommy's humping got faster and I felt his mouth filling prick begin
to twitch just before his first load cascaded into my eager mouth.  As his
second shot poured in, I felt my cock's eagerness to shoot and then I fired
the first wonderful blast into Gary's sucking mouth.  Tommy seemed to go on
forever, but then so did I.  I gulped and swallowed, gulped and swallowed
until his last feeble dribble trickled into my mouth, about the same time
when I stopped feeding Gary.
	"Wow," I said as the three of us rolled onto our backs in
exhaustion. "That was great."