Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2011 11:55:31 -0500
From: Jason Clarkson <jclarkson36@gmail.com>
Subject: The Clarksons, Chapter 4

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"Oh no," Jay said, "What's Kevin doing here?"

Jay pressed his right hand hard on Mr. Clarkson's head, making sure the man
didn't rise up to so that Kevin would see him.

Kevin put the car in park and opened the door.

Jay quickly rolled down the window and prayed that Kevin wouldn't see that
Jay wasn't alone.

Kevin stepped out of the car.

"Hey Kevin, I was gonna call you in a bit.  I have to drop this car off at
the Clarksons, so I was just going to have you meet me there," said Jay to
his little brother.

Mr. Clarkson continued to suck on Jay's cock.

"Oh ok Jay; I was worried I was late.  I'll follow you there, ok?" replied
Kevin so thankful that he didn't screw up getting Jay.

Kevin got back in the car and waited for Jay to start the car and pull out.

Kevin wondered why the Clarksons car was here, but he didn't care.  Jay
wasn't mad at him and that was all he cared about.

Jay fumbled for the keys, careful to keep one hand on Mr. Clarkson's head.

Jay started the car, and began to drive away.  He gave Kevin a wave as he
drove by.

Once he was clear of Kevin's view, he told Mr. Clarkson the rest of the
plan:

"I'll pull into your driveway and get out.  You stay down and out of sight.
Kevin will be pulling up.  He can't see you.  Wait until we have pulled
away before you move."

Mr. Clarkson gave a muffled ok as he continued to suck Jay's cock.

Jay removed his hand from Mr. Clarkson's head, but that didn't stop
Mr. Clarkson from continuing to pleasure Jay's cock.  "Oh Mr. C, that feels
so good, but you gotta stop.  Kevin is right behind us and I gotta drive,"
said Jay trying not to give in to his desires as he navigated the way back
to the Clarksons.

"Just give me your load, Jay, and then I'll leave you alone." Mr. Clarkson
said muffled as he was still face down in Jay's crotch with Jay's cock head
still brushing against his lips.

Mr. Clarkson dove down again, and now began to bob up and down on Jay's
cock.

Jay began to moan and spread his legs a bit wider to give Mr. Clarkson more
access.  Jay had given in, and now figured the best thing would be to cum
as quick as possible.  He knew it wouldn't be hard as it felt so good to
have Mr. Clarkson's mouth and tongue working magic on his cock.

Mr. Clarkson paused and turned his head a bit to look up at Jay:

"I have wanted to taste some fucking cum for so long, Jay.  Being with you
today opened up so many things for me, I need to be with you again, but
right now I need you to fill my mouth with your sweet juice.  Please feed
it to me."

Jay was careful to keep his eyes on the road, but did glance down a few
times.  He couldn't believe this stud of a man was in his lap, whimpering a
bit, begging for his cum.

Jay didn't respond verbally, but rather took his hand and grabbed
Mr. Clarkson by the hair and forced him back down on his cock.

Jay had pulled up to a stop light.  He checked his rear view mirror to make
sure Kevin was still behind him.

Jay felt powerful now.  He had smoothly avoided yet another disaster, and
now saw the effect he had on Mr. Clarkson.

"Yeah, Mr. C, I'll give you my load now." Jay said in a cocky voice that
even surprised himself, "And then tomorrow, I will probably come by and
give it to you again, maybe in that sweet ass of yours."

Jay began thrusting his hips, forcing his cock to bang into the back of
Mr. Clarkson's mouth.

Mr. Clarkson gagged but kept up with Jay.

Jay felt himself getting close.  Mr. Clarkson was an expert cocksucker, not
that Jay had much to which to compare.  His new feeling of control over
Mr. Clarkson was quite arousing too.

Jay now wanted this feeling to last forever, but he was almost at the
Clarksons.

"You better not spill a fucking drop, Mr. C.; I can't get into the car with
Kevin with any stains." Jay ordered Mr. Clarkson as he tilted his head
back.  "Here you go, Mr. C, take my load."

Mr. Clarkson forced Jay's cock into his throat, sucking hard, and waiting
for the first shot to come from Jay.

The feeling of Mr. Clarkson's throat squeezing Jay's cock head sent Jay
flying over the edge.  Cum erupted from his balls at an amazing force.  Jay
let up on the gas as he struggled to keep the car straight.  His body was
spasming uncontrollably.

"Aaaagghh, oh yes Mr. C, take it all," yelled Jay as he felt his cum
Continue to burst up his shaft and pour into Mr. Clarkson's mouth at an
unbelievable rate.

Mr. Clarkson slurped and swallowed as fast as he could.  He was beginning
to feel dizzy from his efforts and the effect of too many beers.  However,
he was savoring the wonderful taste of this boy juice--a taste that he had
not enjoyed in so many years.

Mr. Clarkson was careful to not waste a drop, for selfish reasons but also
he wanted to obey Jay's order.  He wanted to please this boy in every way.

Mr. Clarkson continued to suck and clean Jay's cock after he had sucked
every last drop that Jay could muster.

Mr. Clarkson felt the car slow and stop, figuring they had arrived at his
home.  He lifted his head to take a peek.

"Stay the fuck down!" Jay commanded as he grabbed Mr. Clarkson's head once
again.

Jay pushed Mr. Clarkson off his lap but made sure he was still out of
sight.  Jay quickly pulled up his underwear and shorts.

The headlights of Kevin's car appeared behind them.

"You stay down there for at least 2 minutes while we leave.  You are lucky
we didn't get caught.  You gotta be cooler about this Mr. C" said Jay as he
exited the car.

Jay couldn't believe he was talking to Justin's dad like this, but he
couldn't believe a lot what had transpired today.

He quickly ran over to the passenger door and hopped in with Kevin.

"Thanks, Kevin," said Jay, "how was your night?"

"Oh good," Kevin said, "how come you had to drive Mr. Clarkson's car home?"

Jay's body was still tingling from the incredible road head he had just
received, so he was a bit distracted.  Also, he hadn't thought the plan all
the way through to have a good answer.

He stalled by pretending he was texting.

"Hold on one sec, I gotta text Mr. C to tell him where I put the keys," Jay
said as he sent a text to himself.

"So, what did you say, Kev?" asked Jay.

"Wow, Jay never called me Kev before." Kevin thought admiringly.

"Ummm, how come you drove the car here? What was it doing at the bar?"
asked Kevin, although now a bit distracted.

The text ploy was just enough time to work out his explanation.

"Mr. C. came up for a few beers and one of his buddies got a little too
drunk, so Mr. C drove his car home.  I guess he lives down the block or
something.  He told the bartender he would just come get his car tomorrow.
So, I offered to drive it home for him.  I figured you wouldn't mind
getting me from Clarksons rather than the bar," smoothly explained Jay.

"Oh cool, that was nice of you.  Yeah, no biggie to me, I was sure glad you
let me use the car.  I still owe you for that," replied Kevin.

"Hey, Kev, it's all good.  You don't owe me anything.  That's what brothers
are for, helping each other out," said Jay with a big smile.

He had averted yet another catastrophe.  He was so pleased with himself.
However, he knew he had to cool it, he couldn't continue to this up for
much longer.

Justin patiently waited on the couch. He had just sent a text to Chris.
Justin was doing his part of the plan that Chris had explained to Brek and
Justin earlier.

"Chris seems to be pretty good at this sneaking around thing.  I guess you
have to when you have a straight roommate and you don't want him to know."
Justin thought.

Justin reviewed the night's events.

After the incredible fuck session of Brek and Chris, which finished with
Justin shooting his load all over the two college studs, the three took
turns showering.  They tried all at once but it proved to be too crowded in
the apartment's little shower.  They were all spent anyway, so they just
cleaned up quickly and got dressed.

Chris knew that Timmy would be home soon, so he directed everyone into the
living room.  The beers were served and Chris detailed what would happen
later.

"Timmy worked early this morning," Chris explained, "and he has to do it
again tomorrow.  So, he'll be tired and will prolly crash early.  Brek and
I will go out when he looks like he'll be going to bed soon.  Justin, you
act tired too and pretend to fall asleep before he even goes to bed.  Then,
text me when he goes to bed, and we'll come back."

Everything was right on schedule.  Justin tip toed to the kitchen and
grabbed three cold beers and headed into Chris' room.

Luckily, he had his phone with him as it buzzed with a text.  It was a
reply from Chris:

Get ready to get tag teamed by us, Little Man.

"Oh shit," thought Justin.

Justin was so turned on by the thought of being with these college studs
but he hadn't really thought about what they would do.  Now, he realized
they were going to use him as their little fuck toy.

Justin got nervous but that didn't stop him from dropping his CKs to the
floor and jumping into Chris' bed.

Justin's phone buzzed again with another text from Chris.

There is some lube in the night stand.  Start soaking that virgin hole with
it, maybe put a few fingers up there to try to open it up.

Justin got even more nervous but quickly grabbed the lube from the
nightstand and obediently lubed up his hole.  He felt the pain shoot
through him as he penetrated his hole with his finger.  The lube helped,
but Justin had never put more than a finger tip in his hole before.  He
felt himself stretching out to accommodate his full finger.

After a few minutes, Justin had successfully worked two fingers inside his
hole.  There was lube everywhere and the fingers were sliding in and out
with ease.  His cock was rock hard.

Another text from Chris.

Walking up now, Little Man, get on all fours.  We are gonna fill you from
both ends.

It was time.  Justin felt sick to his stomach.  He was so scared.  But,
obediently, he was on all fours, waiting for his masters.

He heard the soft click of the door, and the two guys heading for the room.
They weren't as quiet as they probably thought.

"They are probably wasted," Justin thought adding to his nervousness.

"Well look what he have here, Brek," whispered Chris, "our Little Man
awaits us."  Justin didn't say anything.

He heard the guys stripping.  The familiar sounds of shoes falling to the
ground, zippers unzipping, clothes being tossed all added to the
anticipation.

Brek was the first to reach Justin.  He greeted Justin by slapping his dick
across Justin's face.

"Open up, Little Man, get this baby rock hard.  I am a little drunk so its
gonna need some help," softly commanded Brek.

Justin did as he was told and began to suck on Brek's cock.  It filled
Justin's mouth quickly even though it was nowhere as big as Justin knew it
was going to get.

While Justin got used to the new feeling of cock in his mouth, he heard
Chris speak from behind.

"Mmmmm, such a nice ass, Little Man.  I can't wait to pop this cherry,"
whispered Chris.

"Sorry Brek that you can't have it first, but you might break Little Man in
two if I don't stretch it out a bit first." Chris continued.

"That's ok, I won't mind sliding mine in after you, letting the cum that
you dump in there help lube up this big dog," replied Brek.

"Now Little Man," Chris whispered as he leaned over Justin so he was even
closer to his ears, "there are only a few ground rules, but they are very
important, so listen up."

Justin felt Chris' hard body press up against his back.  It felt amazing,
especially coupled with the new sensation of having his mouth stuffed with
cock.

Chris proceeded with the rules:

"Timmy is a deep sleeper, but he is in the next room, so we gotta keep it
nice and quiet.  You are gonna experience some intense pleasure, Little
Man, so to be sure you don't wake up your cousin, you have to keep one of
our cocks stuffed in that hot, little mouth of yours.  You don't want your
cousin walking in and seeing you being pumped from both ends, do you?"

"No way," Justin said, although it didn't come out that way since Brek's
cock had made its way to the back of his throat and was muffling any sounds
he made.

Chris laughed,

"See, keep that cock in there and Timmy will sleep like a baby.  OK, last
thing, Brek and I can go for hours, but we don't expect you to.  You can
cum all you want, but we aren't stopping until we are done with you.  Now,
relax and enjoy the ride!"

With the rules in place, Chris stood back up and slapped his cock across
Justin's muscled cheeks.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm, Brek," Chris whispered, "Little Man is all lubed up
and his ass looks so ready."

"He's got a hot fucking mouth, too," Brek answered, beginning to breathe
heavy as Justin continued to take more of his large cock into his mouth.

Chris slid his cock head up and down Justin's slicked up crack until it hit
the bull's eye.  He swirled it around Justin's smooth hole.

Brek was the recipient of Justin's reaction to the new sensation, as Justin
quickened his pace and managed to take Brek's cock head down into his
throat.

"Oh yes, Little Man!" Brek exclaimed but in a completely soft voice.
"Chris, I think he liked whatever you did down there."

Chris took that as a sign to advance, and pressed his cock into the virgin
hole of his roommate's younger cousin.

Chris laughed to himself as he entered Little Man.  He was laughing that
they call him Little Man.  Justin was a six foot tall, and quite strapping
in his own right.  So, his height and weight weren't the reason.  Chris had
seen his cock this afternoon (and that first night he met him as well) and
that certainly wasn't the reason.

"Maybe it was because of this tight hole I am squeezing into," he thought.

The feeling of Justin's tight hole resisting his cock got Chris back
focusing on the task at hand—popping Little Man's cherry.

"It's ok, Little Man, just relax and take my cock.  You know you want it.
You've wanted it since the first day you stepped into this apartment."
Chris said in a soothing voice.

Chris was leaning on Justin's back again, so that Justin could feel his
breath on his neck as he whispered into Justin's ear.

"I have got a secret for you, too, Little Man," continued Chris, "I have
wanted this sweet ass since that day, too.  I wouldn't mind some of that
big, juicy cock of yours too.  You don't know this, but I have had it in my
hand before.  That first night I helped you to the couch.  I took off your
jeans for you and saw that nice cock hiding in some hot, black CK trunks
and I couldn't resist.  I rubbed it until it got nice and hard.  If your
cousin hadn't interrupted me, I might have just sat right on it."

Chris was pleased to feel that the story was working.  Justin was getting
more aroused and also relaxing at the same time.  His hole was opening and
soon enough Chris' cock was all the way inside Justin.

Brek was biting his lip as he was finding it difficult to stifle his own
moans.

The intensity shocked him as he thought,

"Chris and I have brought several young college freshmen back here for late
night tag teams, but none of them were able to work Brek's cock like Little
Man here."

Justin was fighting off the gags that Brek's cock was causing.  The feeling
of this huge cock deep in his throat was fantastic.  Justin quickly learned
that as Brek would slide it out, Justin was able to breathe deep through
his nose so that he would be able to receive it deep again.  The girth of
Brek's cock head and shaft were completely blocking Justin's airways when
he jammed it back down.

Justin also learned to suck in as Brek's cock slid over his tongue on the
way out for two reasons.  First, it prevented Brek's cock from slipping out
of his mouth, but it also allowed Brek's precum to fall onto Justin's
tongue.  Justin was finding the taste intoxicating.

Chris had managed to loosen Justin up enough that his cock was freely
sliding in and out.

"The Little Man sure can take a good stuffing," Chris thought as he
continued to move his cock in and out of Justin's ass.

Chris' gaze caught Brek's.  The college studs quickened the pace in unison.
Chris's hips began slapping against Justin's ass; while Brek's finely
trimmed pubes were banging into Justin's nose.

After several minutes of the increased pounding, Justin felt the most
incredible urge to cum.  He remembered that Chris told him it was ok to cum
whenever he wanted, so he rested his weight onto his left arm and reached
for his cock with his right.

But Brek grabbed his arm and prevented him from relieving himself.

"You don't have to do that, Little Man.  Chris will find your hot spot and
he'll milk the cum right out of you," Brek explained.

"Go on, Chris, Justin needs to cum, make him shoot his big load," Brek
said, urging Chris on.

Brek stopped his thrusting.  Only his cock head remained in Justin's mouth.
Justin took advantage of that and began to breathe in and out through his
mouth.  He was grateful for the breather, but he still needed to cum.

"I have a better idea," Chris said as he also stopped thrusting.  However,
Chris kept his cock completely buried in Justin.

"Oh no!" Justin thought, "I need to cum, they better let me."

"I think Little Man can milk the cum out himself.  Let's let him try,"
Chris said playfully.

Brek smiled, knowing exactly what Chris meant.

Brek slid his cock back into Justin's mouth and bent over to whisper in
Justin's ear.

He gently rubbed Justin's shoulders as he explained what Chris meant:

"So, Little Man, here's the deal.  Chris and I are going to stay perfectly
still, and you are just gonna rock yourself back and forth between us.
When you go one way, you get Chris' cock over your prostate, when you come
the other way, you get my cock head down your throat.  It'll take a minute
or so for Chris to find your button, but he always does.  And believe me;
we will all know when he does.  After that, you might almost pass out from
the ecstasy.  Your balls will boil; your muscles will tremble and cum will
start pouring from your cock.  Remember, just keep my cock stuffed in your
mouth, because you are gonna want to scream like you can't believe."

Brek stood up, and nodded his head to Chris, who smiled and nodded back.

Brek and Chris braced themselves and stood firm.

Justin was taking in all that Brek said.  He didn't remove Brek's cock from
his mouth but he continued to breathe through the small openings that were
available.

Justin was tiring from being on all fours and his jaw ached has it had been
propped open by Brek's cock for some time now.

He understood what Brek said, but he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed
to do.

Chris realized this and signaled the start of this new game, by slapping
Justin's ass.

"Come on Little Man, giddyup," Chris said as he slapped the sweet cheek
once more.

He shoved Justin's hips which forced Justin to take Brek's cock deep into
his mouth.

Brek shoved Justin's shoulders which forced Justin to take Chris' cock deep
inside his ass.

"Like that, Little Man," Brek urged, "now you do it."

Justin understood, and began to rock back and forth.  Alternating which
hole would be stuffed.  He noted the guys weren't assisting anymore.  He
did notice that Chris seemed to be shifting his cock each entry.  Justin
began to quicken the pace.  He still was desperate to cum, and he wasn't
sure how long he would be able to stay upright.  He felt his arms beginning
to give out on him.

Justin continued to drive back and forth, providing pleasure to both Chris
and Brek, and also for himself.  Chris was still fidgeting with his cock as
it entered Justin on Justin's push back towards Chris.

Justin hoped he was doing it right.  Justin thought to himself:

"I wonder what Chris is doing back there, why doesn't he just let me drive
back on"

"MMmmppphmhmppm," came out of Justin's cock filled mouth.

Brek and Chris giggled.

"I think you hit it!" Brek said to Chris.

Justin almost fell over.  The feeling was incredible.  He needed to feel it
again.  He jammed Brek's cock into his throat, then slammed back onto
Chris' cock again.

"MMmmppphmhmppm," muffled Justin again.

Now, Justin knew what Brek was talking about.  He had felt nothing even
close to the intense pleasure he felt when he drove back onto Chris' cock.
Chris was a master with his cock head as each time Justin drove back,
Chris' cock head massaged and put the perfect amount of pressure on
Justin's prostate.

Justin was going out of his mind.  Brek and Chris were reaping the benefits
as well.  As the bliss mounted inside Justin with each passing stroke of
his gland, he sucked harder and faster on Brek's cock.  Every time Chris'
cock rolled over his hot spot, Justin's ass muscles twitched and squeezed
Chris' cock.

Sweat was pouring off of Justin.  Brek was right, the only thing that was
keeping him from waking the neighbors, let alone Timmy next door, was
Brek's fat cock that he kept firmly planted in the young college boy's
mouth.

Inside, Justin was screaming to the hills.  He was no longer in control of
his body.  Every muscle ached but continued to work overtime, anything to
have Chris' cock hit that spot again.

Over and over again, he slammed back and forth between the two boys until
his ecstasy reached even a higher level.

If you asked Justin to recount what happened next, he would not be able to
honestly provide any details.

None of the guys are sure who shot first.  It all seemed to happen at the
same time.

Brek reacted the quickest as Justin was brought fully to the edge by Chris'
cock.  Brek had seen it before, but certainly not to this degree.

Brek grabbed Justin's head and buried it into his crotch.  Brek knew that
even his 9 inch, fat cock was going to suppress the noises that were about
to come out of Justin.

Justin swallowed hard, taking the full head and several inches of Brek's
shaft into his throat.  Justin continued to swallow, gasping for breath at
the same time to no avail.

Chris leaned forward and jammed his cock completely in the boy.  His cock
head slid past Justin's prostate one final time and was now buried deeper
inside Justin than Chris even thought possible.  His meaty shaft was
pressed against Justin's button.

Justin began to shoot his load all over himself and the bed.  This caused
his ass to clench on Chris cock and pull the cum from it.  Chris actually
believes that he had already started cumming and the shooting of his load
up the shaft is what caused Justin's prostate to finally launch into its
uncontrollable tremor.

When Brek felt Justin's throat muscles squeeze at his shaft, he immediately
began dumping his load into Justin's throat.

Both Brek and Chris, the experienced late night quiet fuckers, moaned
louder than they should have.

When they both regained some composure as their lengthy orgasms subsided,
they realized the first timer was still in a sex crazed state.  For several
minutes he continued to ride these two boys' cocks as cum continued to pour
from his untouched dick.

Brek and Chris watched in amazement.  Brek was beginning to soften in
Justin's mouth and he began to fear that the noises that Brek's cock had
been successfully blocking would start to eek out.

Finally, the boys felt Justin slow and come back to earth.  Brek's soft
cock fell from Justin's mouth first, and then Chris' shrinking cock eased
out of Justin's well lubed hole.

Justin felt completely empty.  His balls were empty, his holes were now
empty, and his energy reserves were now empty.  He was about to collapse.

Chris saw this and quickly flipped him so that he fell onto the bed on his
back, but didn't land in the puddle of cum that he had deposited.

"Oh fuck, Little Man, that's impressive.  I mean you are totally buying me
some new sheets, but that is one helluva load," remarked Chris.  Justin
didn't say anything.  He didn't even move a muscle.  He was completely
spent.  His heart was still pounding, and his entire body was still
tingling.

He could taste remnants of Brek's hot cum in his mouth, disappointed he
didn't get to taste more it.  The college stud's juicy cock was several
inches down Justin's throat when it began to erupt, so much of his hot load
didn't get to cross Justin's tongue.  Justin could feel it slowly drip down
his esophagus into his stomach.

Justin could also feel Chris' seed drip.  Unfortunately, Justin thought, it
was dripping out of him.  His now stretched hole couldn't keep his cousin's
roommate's cum inside his ass.  Still, the feeling of having Chris' load in
him enhanced Justin's euphoric state.

Justin tried to focus on his now softened cock.  There had been many nights
where Justin pulled multiple jerk sessions.  On these nights, after dumping
his final load, he would realize he probably over did it, as his softened
cock now ached from too much rubbing and pulling.  Tonight, however, Justin
felt a different sort of ache.  He realized the dull pain was from the
inside of his cock.  The forceful eruption and subsequent flood of cum that
ran through his piss slit was more than his young cock was used to.  The
pressure and extra volume had worn out the internal workings of his cock.
The pain, however, was not enough to bother the euphoria.

Mr. Clarkson stumbled into the house, trying to be as quiet as possible.
Some of Jay's cum still swirled in his mouth.  He licked his lips with his
tongue hoping there was more to be had.

He found his way to the kitchen to grab a cold beer.

"This might be the finest mix ever," Mr. Clarkson said to himself, "a
young, college boy's cum and an ice cold brew."

He poured the beer into a glass, grabbed another one and headed to his
office.

He fired up his computer.  Mr. Clarkson had sucked his first cock in 25
years, and he was fucking horny.  He needed to cum.

He gulped down some beer.  Jay's cum had been completely washed from his
mouth and was now mixing with the beer in Mr. Clarkson's stomach.

He thought how wonderful it felt to take that boy's cock in his mouth and
taste that cum as he sucked it out of his son's best friend.

"And lover..." Mr. Clarkson said aloud.

Thankfully, the site he had navigated to was opening and so thoughts of the
little love triangle he had entered into today were cast aside.

Mr. Clarkson ripped off his shirt in preparation for what he hoped to be an
intense cam session.  He logged into the chat room entitled, "Older for
Younger".  His camera automatically fired up.  The room was plenty crowded
and plenty of hot 18-25 year olds were chatting with him and watching his
camera.  He had chosen his 3 favorites to view, as a free user, that was
the limit.

Mr. Clarkson was now completely naked, stroking his rock hard cock.  He had
video images of 3 muscled, college aged kids.  They all looked surprising
similar.  All smooth chest and stomachs.  All white.  All with rock hard
dicks in their hands.  Mr. Clarkson had no idea what any of them looked
like, but he didn't care, he was busy consuming the lovely view of their
chiseled chests and beautiful cocks.  He loved how "Cali Boy", as his id
stated, was chatting about how he wanted to dominate his daddy, "Mr C".
The other two boys were also chatting with "Mr C", but they were oooing and
aahhing about his hot, hairy chest and big, fat cock.  They were describing
how they wanted to ride "Mr C"'s cock all night long.

Mr. Clarkson found himself more aroused by "Cali Boy" and his take charge
attitude.  Jay had taken control tonight and Mr. Clarkson now realized he
loved it.

Mr. Clarkson began to do something he had never done before on camera.  In
fact, he hadn't done this anytime in quite awhile.

Mr. Clarkson propped his legs up on the desk, spread wide, providing a view
of his hairy hole as well as his balls and cock.

He began to only pay attention and respond to the chats from "Cali Boy".
"Cali Boy" urged on "Mr C" while he continued to stroke his large cock.

Mr. Clarkson stroked his cock with his right hand and moved his left hand
down to his hairy hole.  He played with it with the middle finger and after
some urging by "Cali Boy"; "Mr C" had his finger all the way up his ass.

Mr. Clarkson began probing for his prostate.  He quickly remembered the
feeling when he was able to find it and massage with his finger.  He
questioned why it had been so long since he did this.

"Cali Boy" continued to urge "Mr C" on:

"Come on, daddy, take my cock inside your hole.  Beg for it, like the
little bitch that you really are.  Put a second finger in there, open that
up so I can slide my cock in there."

Mr. Clarkson obliged and now he had two fingers jammed in, searching for
his hot spot.

The other two boys were stroking feverishly in amazement of what this
masculine man was doing.

Mr. Clarkson glanced at the public chat area.  It was filled with comments
about how hot it was to watch "Mr C" fuck himself, how hot he was.
Mr. Clarkson was putting on a show and found it intoxicating.

He found his prostate and began massaging it.  He stroked his cock faster
and faster.

"Cali Boy" recognized the signs:

"Yeah bitch, I am fucking the cum right out of you.  You little slut, you
fucking love to get fucked by college dick."

A couple of soft groans, and Mr. Clarkson began firing cum shots across his
hairy chest.  The white juice floated on top of the dark hair, so all of
his viewers were able to see the healthy load.

All three boys that Mr. Clarkson was viewing had stopped chatting and were
in full stroke mode.

"Cali Boy" tugged at his balls and was the first to cum, spraying a healthy
load on his smooth stomach.  Mr. Clarkson enjoyed watching it drip into his
golden brown bush.  Mr. Clarkson smiled when he saw the tough "Cali Boy"
scoop some onto his finger and raise it to his mouth.  Mr. Clarkson could
only assume that he was putting it to his mouth to get a nice taste, as his
face was out of camera view.

"Mr C" typed a private message to "Cali Boy":

That was hot, Cali Boy.  I hope it can be your nice cock inside me one day.
Then, you can pull out, and shoot your load all over me, so then I can
scoop it up and feed it back to you like you just did.  I think you might
be a little cum slut after all.

"Mr C" typed a public message:

Later guys, thanks, that was awesome.

Mr. Clarkson logged off the site and did a double check that all windows
were closed.  He reached into his bottom desk drawer and grabbed the towel
he used to clean himself off with after these sessions.

As he cleaned himself off, Mr. Clarkson thought about what the hot cam
session.  Yes, he did think it was hot to be controlled and maybe even
dominated, and certainly fucked, he was a bit uneasy to be mastered by a
young kid.  He decided that yes he wanted to explore getting fucked more,
but he would be more comfortable if it was someone more his age.  He still
loved the young guys, but he would rather be the man in control with them.

Mr. Clarkson gathered his clothes, only bothering to put on the boxers
though as he was headed up to bed.

He sat at his computer basking in the afterglow of an intense jerk session,
drinking the 2nd beer he had brought along.  He decided he would head to
bed when he finished that.

Mr. Clarkson opened up his Facebook account.  He had a new friend
request--Paul Richards from Boston.

"Hey, that's my old college roommate.  Wow, I haven't seen him in 20
years," Mr. Clarkson said to himself.

Mr. Clarkson quickly added him.  Paul was online and immediately sent
Mr. Clarkson an IM once he saw that Mr. Clarkson had friended him.

"JC!  What's up man, how are you doing?" typed Paul.

"Hey Paul!  I am so glad you tracked me down on here.  It's been so long.
I am well, how are you?" Mr. Clarkson answered

Mr. Clarkson smiled.  No one called him JC anymore.  He was only Jason now,
or Jas, or in the case of the kids' friends, Mr. C.

The chat continued: Paul: Things are good here.  Been thinking about you a
lot lately, you still married and everything?  JC: Yes, two kids are
getting old.  Justin is in college now and Katie a junior in high school.
How about you?  Paul: My boys are both in college.  I got divorced about a
year ago though.  JC: Oh, sorry to hear.  Paul: It's ok.  It was amicable.
Kids got out on their own and we just didn't have much to do with each
other.  It was best for everyone.  The kids are ok with it, we still all
see each other plenty.

Mr. Clarkson wanted to pry, that didn't seem like it was the whole story,
but he left it alone.

He moved the talk to other things: JC: So, I see you discovered Facebook,
huh?  It's great isn't it?  Paul: Yeah, it's cool.  Like I said, I have
been thinking about you lately but had no idea how I might find you.  So, I
decided to do some searching on here.  JC: That's awesome.  I am glad you
found me!  We definitely have to keep in touch now, and hopefully we can
get together some time.  Are you still in Boston?  Paul: Yes, in Boston and
yes, definitely want to keep in touch.  In fact, I am going to be traveling
this week near you and was hoping we could maybe get together.  JC: Wow,
sure.  I can always find time for my old roommate.  We sure had some fun
times, didn't we?  Paul: Yes, we did, real fun times...  JC: OK, well I
have to get to bed, what you doing up so late anyway, lol, hitting up the
porn sites?  Paul: Haha, let's just say there is something for everyone on
this internet.  Have good night, JC, and I will hit you up tomorrow.  I am
really looking forward to seeing you again.  JC: Later, Paul.

Mr. Clarkson gulped the last of his beer down and logged off Facebook.

Mr. Clarkson began to think about his old college roommate, Paul.
Mr. Clarkson always had a crush on the finely sculpted stud.  JC always
loved to catch a peek of his gorgeous cock in the shower or in the dorm.
And he still remembers the night that Paul was passed out drunk, just
wearing some tight trunks. JC slowly worked those trunks down, then stroked
and sucked that big cock until it got so big and hard and shot a big load
that JC gobbled down.

Mr. Clarkson was rock hard again with thoughts of that wonderful cock.

"Now that's the type of guy I wouldn't mind getting really pounded by,"
Mr. Clarkson said as he dropped his boxer to his knees.

Mr. Clarkson closed his eyes and furiously stroked his cock.  He was drunk
and exhausted but wanted to have a quick cum with thoughts of his college
roommate.

He drifted back to the dorm room, the night he sucked Paul's cock.  But,
this time, Paul was awake and was encouraging JC to suck him.  Then, JC
mounted Paul's cock and rode it hard.  JC moved up and down on Paul's
healthy cock while he stroked his own rock hard meat.  He heard Paul groan
and then felt the force of Paul's load shoot into him.  His own cock
erupted and sprayed cum all over Paul's hairy, muscled chest.

Mr. Clarkson's cum dribbled out and all over his fist.  It was his third
cum of the day and he was drained.  The orgasm was still intense but it
didn't muster much a load, but Mr. Clarkson licked his hand clean anyway.

He pulled up his boxers and headed for bed.

His last thoughts before sleep were:

Paul was heading to town for a visit and really wanted to see his old
college buddy...

Paul headed for bed at almost the same time.  He lived alone now so he
didn't bother putting his clothes back on.  They were spread all over the
floor in the second bedroom that doubled as his office.  Cum was still
dripping from his stomach but he always loved that feeling, so he didn't
bother to wipe it off.

Paul never told JC that he was actually awake that wonderful night in the
dorm room when his gorgeous college roommate sucked his cock. He loved
every minute of it, and he also loved JC back then, but he never let on to
JC.

After JC logged off Facebook, Paul checked out the pictures JC had up
there.  As his friend, Paul now could see all of them.  It wasn't long
before Paul was stroking his big cock and shooting a load, hoping it was
deep inside his old college buddy, JC.