Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2003 09:36:20 EST
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: Ardmore Part 1

	Jimmy Jake was my best friend, my confidant, my fuck buddy. He was
on his way to visit relatives last summer when the accident happened. At
least it was quick. I was a lot lonelier without Jimmy Jake, but life did
go on. I still had my family, and a lot of friends, and found plenty of
other playmates. Some of them sure came as a surprise to me. Like Coach
Sutton.

	It was after school one day, during football practice. I was
tackled too hard by some asshole and got the hell kicked out of my shin. I
bruise real bad and it wasn't long before the muscles started aching. I
managed to take a shower with the rest of the guys but just as I started
getting dressed the cramping started. I yelled for and Mr. Sutton came
running. He helped me into his office, sat me down in a chair and got out
some muscle relaxing cream. One by one, the guys left, shouting their
good-byes through the doorway. The cream and his hands felt so good and
soothing on my aching leg.

	I was sitting there, eyes closed enjoying his rough massage. After
he heard the last guys leaving, he shifted my leg and nestled my foot right
into his crotch. My eyes popped open and I tried to move away, more from
surprise than anything else, but he held my foot firmly to him. He stared
into my groin where there was some obvious movement in my jockey shorts. I
could feel the growing, lengthening mound underneath my foot. Slowly, so
slowly he rubbed higher and further up my leg. He abruptly stood up and
without opening my eyes, I heard him close his office door.

	He sat down again and pressed his overheated hard-on against my
naked foot. I ground my foot into him, my heel tickled by the prickly hairs
at the base of his dick. Holding my shins with both hands, he began
masturbating himself against my foot. My toes were slick, covered by his
dripping pre-cum as the bulging cock-head slid passed them. He finally let
go of my leg. We both kept up the fucking motion, my foot seemed to be
glued to his hot dick. He reached up and while I lifted my hips, he pulled
down my shorts. My erection was in his hands in a flash.

	He began kissing and licking up my inner thigh. He rubbed his nose
in my balls, his tongue licking about wildly. My balls popped in and out of
his mouth as he sucked them. I started going wild. It had been too long
since my cock had been surrounded my the warmth of a wet mouth. And it had
been too long since I'd had a hot, thick dick sliding down my throat. Since
I had eaten any ones cum but my own. I finally got him to let go of me and
stand up. His dripping cock waved in front of my face for just a second
before I swallowed it down to the base. I held onto his big hairy nuts
while I licked and slobbered his hard flesh. He somehow managed to strip
off the rest his clothes without losing contact with my face.

	He pulled back, getting me out of the chair while he leaned against
his desk. I knelt between his spread legs, still sucking him off. He inched
himself up further, laying on top of his desk, he legs spreading further
until they were slung over my shoulder. His big hands guided me down. I
lapped at his dripping sweat, and leaving a trail of spit, slurped up and
down his hairy ass-crack. Then I attacked his tight-ringed hairy hole. It
loosened in no time at all. My tongue was soon sliding in and out. I sucked
in a finger and slid it up his loosened ass chute. His body jerked as my
finger slid in. I licked his balls, up the shaft, to lick the hot, blunt
cock-head, lapping the spongy tip, all the while I was finger fucking him.

	I got above him, in a push-up position, and shoved my hard cock
into his waiting mouth. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and, sucking hard,
I pumped his face vigorously, with my horny cock. I eased off until just
the knob was tight in his mouth. Then, hunched forward, burying all of my
manmeat into his happy mouth. His lips were around the root of my dick, his
nose pushed into the wiry sweat-nest of cock hair. Feeling too close, I
pulled away from him. I stood, slowly stroking my slick hard erection. I
rubbed the slimy head of my meat against his asshole. Placing his ankles,
up over my shoulders, I guided my swollen cock to the gaping ring. I inched
my hard cock up his tightening butt, until the full length of me was
planted in his guts. I began humping, slowly at first then faster and
faster. Sweat poured from both of us, dripping onto his desk as we
fucked. He moaned loudly as I poked and jabbed at his insides.

	He fisted his raging hard-on. I watched the swollen organ grow,
turning a dark shade of purple as his balls contracted into his belly. Then
the huge flesh hose erupted. Great spurts of white spunk covered his chest,
his belly. I leaned down to lick at a big glob that covered his
nipple. like an electric jolt passed through him, the minute my tongue
touched his erect nipple, his ass muscles clamped down around the base of
my tender dick.

	It couldn't last forever, but it felt like forever, when I came up
his hole. I just kept cumming. I came and came and came. My legs were
shaking beneath me. His muscles again clamped down and my cock gave one
last belching spasms, just as I collapsed on top of him. I could feel his
wet cock-juices, matting down the hairs on his chest, the cooling liquid
squishing between us. The air was thick with the smell of man-sweat and the
pungent aroma of man-cum. My prick was still hard, stirring in the tight
confines of his ass canal. He hugged me close, our lips touching
briefly. He planted warm, soft kisses all over my face, my neck, behind my
ears.

	I couldn't stop myself from starting to fuck him again. The warm,
wetness surrounding my cock was too much. My balls were churning with more
spunk. I fucked him slowly for about ten minutes, both of us just enjoying
the sensations. But then my leg began to cramp again and I had to pull
out. We were soon back to where we had started. He was on his knees in
front of me, rubbing my aching muscles.

	Continuing to rub my leg, he licked up my inner thighs. My balls
tingled as he licked and slobbered over them. My cock was by then stiff and
hot as iron. Even though I had spilled an incredible load, I was getting
close to shooting my nuts again. He sucked in one of my balls and then the
other. I couldn't resist jacking my dick. I held my hot pole tightly in my
fist and starting jerking myself off while he tongued my balls. He grasped
around my legs, hands massaging the insides of my thighs. My hand was soon
whipping up and down my shaft, getting myself closer and closer to
cumming. My whole body started shaking, my dick getting stiffer in my hand.

	Pulling his face away, I aimed the spitting head of my prick right
at him. It wasn't long before his face was splotched with my white, pungent
cock-cream. He licked at the droplets that fell down his cheek. I milked
the last few drops from my spent organ, a small droplet oozed out the
slit. He held his tongue out, waiting for the slimy strand to fall to his
waiting mouth. He sucked me into him, my semi-hard cock-meat sliding down
his throat as he cleaned it.

	We were both in need of showers. He finally, reluctantly let go of
me, and followed me into the showers. We spent a long time soaping and
washing each other. Occasionally, a finger slid up one or the others butt,
hands cupped balls, cocks, pinched at stiff nipples. I soon had his cock up
and ready again for some action. I knelt down, the water spraying all over
me, and started sucking his cock. I held him by the hairy cheeks of his ass
and pumped him, made him fuck my mouth. He let out a load, animal growl and
shoved the entire length of his erect man-cock down my willing, and waiting
throat. I sucked while he humped and bucked into me. And that certainly
wasn't the last time I ate his cream. We got together about once a week for
a sexual workout.

	And then, of course, there was Mickey Garman. He was Ardmore's
favorite banker. He had done more favors for people than anyone I had ever
known. Mr. Mickey, as he liked to be called, knew about me and Jimmy
Jake. I don't know how he did, but he did. One day Mr. Mickey called me up
and asked if I wanted to do some yard work for him. The first day was hot
as hell and I was drenched in sweat after only about an hour. He made me
stop and join him on his porch to have a cold beer. We didn't say a word,
just sat there drinking.

	His eyes watched the sweat drip down my naked torso, then lingered
down to bulge in my crotch. Being the horny teen I was, my cock started
swelling. After about ten minutes of him watching the throbbing beneath my
shorts, he told me to get back to work.

	It was difficult to work, with my dick pounding stiff in my
shorts. I just kept thinking about him watching me, and hoping he was going
to somehow relieve the over-heated condition he caused. About two hours
later, he called for me to come in out of the heat. He had another beer
waiting for me. This time we sat at the kitchen table. I position myself in
the chair next to him so he could get an unobstructed view of me. My
hard-on, specifically.

	He certainly wasn't coy about the situation. He looked me straight
in the eye and said, "Take off your shorts."

	I don't know if it was the heat, his staring or just that I was
horny, but I silently obeyed. I pulled off my sneakers, stood up and slid
both my shorts and jockeys off. I sat back down, naked but for my socks. My
cock pounded, standing out proudly from my belly. Mr. Mickey stared at me
with a shit eating grin spread across his face.

	"It looks, young Spencer, like you are in need of a bath. Come with
me and I will get you all cleaned up."

	I had no idea what he had in mind. But I knew that he was going to
relieve the painful ache in my balls, one way or another. Instead of the
bathroom, he took me into the bedroom and directed me to his bed. He stood
at the side and began to slowly strip. The baggy clothes he always wore
hide his studly body. His chest was smooth and well defined, and
hairless. Round, half dollar sized nipples stood out stiffly, crowning his
pecs. His pants fell, revealing a small, tight jock-strap. It bulged
obscenely from his bent, throbbing cock-meat. Pulling back just the sides,
his heavy, rounded nuts fell out. The hairless sac drooped and then swung
between his legs. He finally pulled back the tight material. I couldn't
believe what popped out.

	His cock seemed to have a life of its own, extending up almost
vertically from a thick thatch of blond pubic hair. It stood there, seven
and a half inches, breathing, flexing, becoming thicker and thicker
still. A single drop of clear liquid slid down the shaft and fell past his
dangling testicles. His prick, light colored, with veins running the
length, had a bell-shaped head peaking out of his foreskin.

	Just looking at his dick with its large, purplish-colored crown,
all I could think of was one word...suck, suck, suck, over and over
again. I could fell my own throbbing erection oozing pre-cum onto my belly,
my balls full of sex juices. He got up onto the bed, over and facing away
from me. His feet nestling into my armpits, his legs pressing against my
sides. His tongue slithered out and wetly began licking at my feet, between
my toes. I just lay there, enjoying the tongue bath and staring at his big,
muscular blond-ass in front of my face. Short, soft blond hairs covered his
tight ass-cheeks, the hairless crack opened wide for me. His tight, pink
wrinkled hole winked obscenely as he licked and licked at me.

	Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I reached between his
heavy, spread thighs and played with the rounded balls. I wrapped my fist
tightly around them, pulling at them, choking them between my fingers. He
licked, slurped, further up my legs, into my inner thighs. As he did, his
spread ass got closer and closer to my face. Pulling him by the balls, I
guided his ass towards me, my mouth came alive with the delicious, musky
flavor of his tight hole. Both of our tongues were going wild, his along
the upper, inside of my thighs close to my balls, and mine, fucking in and
out his loosening sphincter.

	With a load roar, he reared up and sat his broad ass down on my
face. I just held my tongue steady, and he bounced and fucked himself on
top of me. The usually quiet, docile banker went crazy. He jumped to the
foot of the bed, spread my legs and threw them back over my shoulders. Hold
me so that my butt was up to his face he attacked my asshole. He slurped,
licked, loosening the concave ring of muscles guarding the entrance to my
chute, then zeroed in on the center and pounded his tongue in and out my
battered hole. His mouth clamped down on it, bathing it with spit, and
tonguing it furiously until we both almost went berserk. I was primed now
as he positioned his dick at the entrance to my tunnel and drove in his
bloated cock. His floppy balls slapped my ass as he brutally fucked me. He
would pull out to the tip, then hesitate briefly and slam it in up the his
balls. I held onto his ass, pulling him, forcing him to fuck me hard. I
have no idea how long we went on like that, but it seemed like forever.

	Finally, I felt his sex pole grow enormous, stretching my
insides. He lunged one last, final time, burying himself as far into me as
he could. He screamed, thrusting wildly as he flooded my ass with cum. I
could feel his hot fluid filling me, overflowing and dripping out through
my loosened hole, running down between my legs. His body gave one last
heaving jerk and he collapsed on top of me.

	But my straining erection was not to be ignored. I throbbed
painfully trapped between our bellies, my anxious balls ready to explode. I
started humping against him. He pulled himself off, lowering his body, so
my hard cock rubbed up his chest. He stopped so that he could rub it
between his cheek and shoulder, the sensitive head dripping pre-jizz
through his hair. His rough, unshaven face burned my bloated meat. He then
buried his face in my balls, the hard ridge of his nose causing sweet
pleasure/pain at the base of my cock-root. His big mouth sucked in both my
balls at one. The heated tightness caused my whole body to shake with my
impending orgasm.

	I could feel the spunk racing up the shaft of my dick. I moaned, my
body flying off the bed as I unloaded my cum. It shot up over my head, up
my shoulders. He never let go of the mouth hold he had on my nuts, as my
face, chest and belly were soaked with my thick cum-juice. He tongue
finally slithered up the shaft and surrounded my bruised cock-head with his
hot horny mouth. He sucked at my cock like a vacuum, trying to get the
every last drop from my spent organ.

	After that, I was over there one afternoon a week, helping
Mr. Garman with his yard work, or whatever work he needed done around the
house. Then after a few hours, it was always into the house for my
"bath". It usually ended up him fucking me, then him licking his spent
man-cum out of my overly stretched hole.

	Of course the biggest surprise of them all, although I would have
known if I had paid any attention, was Baze Wilkins. Baze was the star of
the football team, Mr. Quarterback, all through his years of high
school. Big Baze. Six feet three inches tall, a blond hunk with square
shoulders, a huge chest, and tree trunk legs. He always worked out and
though his body was well defined he wasn't 'muscle-bound.' Seeing him the
locker room was always an experience. Short blond hairs covered his legs,
arms and the high, globes of his ass. A sprinkling of reddish-blond hair
tufted under his arms and a thick, dark patch of covered his groin. Me and
Jimmy Jake judged his cock to be about 6 inches soft, always bouncing on
his loose, hairy nuts. We often wondered what that monster would be like,
when it was stiff and hard. We occasionally got a peek at the big purple,
mushroomed cap when he'd pull back his thick foreskin to clean himself in
the showers. It looked so smooth and juicy. What we wouldn't have given to
run our tongues around the spongy ridge, down into the wide piss slit. I
went down to the cemetery, after my first time with Baze, to tell Jimmy
Jake all about it. I could just see him, up in heaven, his hands pounding
on his ever hard prick. It was summer after Baze's senior year. A bunch of
us would get together for a game, just to have some fun, something to do.

	During this one game, someone passed me the ball, I turn and start
running and like five guys pounce on me at one time. Besides the screaming
pain of all these guys on top of me, I felt this hand sliding up my leg,
under my shorts and cup the pouch of my jock. And not just grab. Man, the
hand held me tight, then started massaging my growing erection. The last
one off of me was Baze, but I thought shit no, that couldn't have been
him. All through the game I watched. I tried like hell to figure out who it
was that was after my crotch.

	After the game, we went out for burgers. I kept feeling someone
nudging and playing with my foot, but then I thought, shit no. I was just
imagining it. A few of the guys had to leave, and there were still eight of
us and only one car. We all piled in. I felt big strong hands pulling on me
and I ended up sitting in Baze Wilkins' lap. Baze got Andy, who was
driving, to go around joy riding for while. It only took a few minutes of
bouncing up and down on his lap that I realized that it was Baze's hand
fondling me.

	Andy's car bounced along some of those old country roads and I had
to keep my head ducked to keep from hitting my head on the top of the
car. Of course, Baze had his hands gripped around my waist so he could
bounce me up and down on his lap. My ass flew up, then pulled back down
onto the long lump of his hard, throbbing pecker. I couldn't believe that
with six other guys there in the car, Baze was dry humping me. My own prick
was hard, bent over in my jock, and wriggling to get free. I yelled
something about it being too fucking hot, so I could strip off my shirt and
drop it into my lap. I meant for it to cover up the bulge in my
shorts. Baze had other ideas. He slipped his hand under it, across my
thigh, up through the leg hole.

	My dripping cock-head was surrounded by the palm of his hand in
seconds. I nudge my elbow hard, into his side. The situation was too damn
dangerous for us to be playing like that. I was too ready to pop my load
and if that big fucker wanted to play around, I wanted it somewhere we'd
have more room, and privacy. He left my crotch alone, but still ground his
hard pecker into my ass. I knew sooner or later he'd get himself too close
to cumming to stop himself. And I wanted to make sure that when his
cock-hose exploded, it would be in my mouth or up my tight ass. I didn't
want him wasting a load in his shorts.

	One by one, Andy drove everyone home. When we got to Baze's, he
didn't say a word, just pulled me out of the car with him. Andy called back
to me.

	"Hey, Spence, come here. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He
looked down into his lap as he pulled his hands away. His dark cock and
floppy balls were pulled out the side of his shorts. He reached to pinch
the tip so a big drop of precum oozed out the slit. He rubbed his finger in
it then popped it into his mouth. With a wink and a broad smile, he drove
away.

	When I turned around, Baze was gone. I walked in the open
door. Baze called to me from upstairs. I followed his voice, up the stairs
and down the hallway. I stopped in the doorway of his bedroom. The sight of
him made my balls tingle, my asshole twitch. He lay on the bed naked, his
muscular legs spread. The thick stiff cock pointed toward his chin. I
watched him stroke his big, shiny organ as I stood in the doorway. His
other hand caressed his stomach before squeezing his balls. My own cock was
stiff and pounding in my briefs. I slid out of my clothes and walked to
him.

	He sat on the side of the bed, grabbed my stiff cock and started to
lick up the secretions. He took things very slow and easy, starting with
the way he gently kneaded my balls drawn up tight in their sack. He chewed
and licked all the way along the shaft before taking my swollen cockhead
into his hot, juicy mouth. As he slowly took in more and more of the shaft,
I felt his hand moving around my hip. Then his fingers skipped along my ass
crack.

	He swallowed my cock root until his nose nestled in my bush and my
cockhead deep down his throat. I roughly shoved him away, back down onto
the bed. I hopped on top of him, spread my cheeks and planted my asshole on
his hot mouth. I massaged his chest, pinching his ruddy nipples that were
hard as pencil erasers. Slowly I worked my way south across his belly and
around the drooling horse cock to his big fleshy ball-sack, drawn up close
to the root of his cock. I couldn't believe how good he tasted, how
incredible it felt to be licking flesh that hard, yet covered with skin so
baby soft. His bulbous red cock dome was even more delicious with the tiny
pearl drop of pre-cum on it. I licked it, then put it in my mouth and
started sucking. I gasped and gagged on the length of it, the width of it.

	His tongue was dancing magically in and out my now pliable,
stretched hole. He rolled me over and swung himself between my spread
legs. Hoisting them high above me. He guided the velvety smoothness of his
cock head against my puckered opening. He lunged forward with all his
might. I almost blacked out with pain. Tears running down my face, I
yelled. by the time I could speak, the pain had begun to abate. He held
steady, with just his prick tip inside my sphincter. His big hand reached
and wrapped around my cock, which was beginning to grow. He caressed my
balls, while he was pushing in deeper and deeper. I was beginning to wonder
how long his cock was. It seemed to be in about a foot already. Then, I
felt his coarse pubic hairs against my ass.

	He slowly pulled back and then worked his big cock in again to the
limit. With each thrust, he moved his hips around so that the ridges of his
cockhead pressed against the walls of my rectum, pushing and stretching and
getting me used to the feel of his huge erection. He began gasping and
panting as his thrusts came faster and more aggressive. I knew he was
getting close. I clamped down with my ass muscles to increase the pressure
around his big cock.

	Baze let out a huge, warlike whoop as I felt his body spasming and
depositing his hot liquid inside me. My guts were washed in his cum. I felt
the warmth draining back along his pulsating organ and out through the ring
of my ass, down between my spread legs. While still buried deeply inside
me, he eased himself down and slowly, inch by inch, sucked in my trembling
member. I could feel his cock coming back to life, stiffening and
stretching my hole again. Holding his head in my hands, I started ramming,
my butt muscles clenching and unclenching as I thrust in and out of his
mouth. I could feel my balls starting to contract, but I couldn't stop.

	"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum!" I was moaning over and over
again. My balls pulled up tight enough to burst. My body shook as I squirt
my semen deep into his throat. Blast after blast of hot cum shot through my
shaft, choking him. He let my cock slid from his mouth, last few spurts
splattered my chest. He milked it again and again, then just sucked the
sensitive, still pulsing cock-head.

	Finally, he collapsed on top of me. We just held onto each other,
not moving. His lips slowly starting moving along my neck, up my face,
first licking, then kissing me until our lips met. His long tongue rooted
around my mouth as I did the same to him. I could taste my cum still
coating the inside of his hot mouth. His hard cock throbbed in the tight
confines of my fuck-tunnel.

	He slowly eased himself out of me. He got a towel to clean us
up. He washed me slowly, lovingly with a warm wash cloth, spending an extra
amount of time around my asshole. Then he washed himself, fucking at the
coarse material of the towel as he washed off his dick.

	We had hardly spoken. I slipped my pants on, he a robe as we walked
down the hall, down the stairs. He just smiled at me as I called my parents
to let them know that I would be spending the night at the Wilkins with
Baze, cause he was lonely with his parents out of town. In the kitchen, he
fixed us a snack and we sat with a couple of beers and ate. Baze asked me
what Andy said. He wasn't at all surprised when I told him.

	"Shit, Andy'll take a cock any way he can get one. He's got one hot
mouth but his hole's gotten too stretched out. Nothing like your sweet, hot
ass. "He reached over and pinched my sharp nipple and kissed me wetly on my
mouth. I told him that my butt-hole felt awfully stretched out from his
huge cock-rod. To accentuate that, I untied his robe so I could wrap my
hand around his veiny fuck-meat.

	"Hell," he said, "it wasn't me that did it to him. He was pretty
loose when I first started fucking him. His daddy's been at him for a long
time before that. 'Course if I had a cock as big as Hank's sliding up my
back door every day or so for years, I guess I'd be pretty loose too."

	I must have looked at him with my eyes popping out my head. He just
laughed.

	"Didn't you know bout Hank. Man, he'll stick his pecker into just
about any hole he can find. He once told me he'd go crazy if he didn't pop
his balls at least two, three times a day. You know, he isn't that old. He
started fucking cunt around the time he was fourteen, maybe fifteen years
old. Andy was born when Hank just had turned sixteen. Andy says he was
about twelve when he started playing with his daddy's dick, though it was
two more years before Hank finally got into Andy's ass. Of course there's
only a few of us that know that Hank isn't opposed to wrapping his lips
around a hard cock, or having some juicy dick sliding up his hairy
ass-cunt. We'll have to get together with him sometime. I know he'd love to
get his hands on you."

	"You know something Spence?" Baze drawled. "You're one sexy
mother-fucker. I been wanting you for a long time. But I known you and
Jimmy Jake had something pretty strong going on. By the way, I'm real sorry
about him. He was a nice guy, somebody real special."

	Baze's words really caught me off guard. Damn, had the whole town
known about us. I got real quiet for a few minutes. Then I realized that
this was the first time I had thought about JJ without getting sad, that
feeling wasn't tugging at my heart. I think it was that moment that I
realized it was time to get on with my life. And I know JJ would have
wanted me to "seize the moment."

	I didn't say a word, just unzipped my pants, pulled them down over
my ass and let them dangle at my ankles. I slid down, my butt against the
edge of the chair. I grabbed my erection and wagged it in Baze's direction.

	"Come on, Baze, suck it. You know you want it. Like first, yeah,
get it good and wet. Ohhhh, shit yeah, lick it with that hot, long tongue
of yours. All the way down. My nuts, Baze, my nuts. Lick my nuts. Fuck
yeah, now lick the head of it like you were licking an ice cream cone. Come
on, suck it in, suck my big juicy dick. Wrap your tongue around it, just
like that. Ohh man, play with my balls, that feels so good."

	He sucked my cock like a man who loved what he was doing. I spread
my legs and watched as my thick prick disappeared between his gulping
lips. He made appreciative sounds deep in his throat and noised like a man
slurping down hot soup. I could see his stiffness in his hand. He jerked
himself to the rhythm of his sucking. My mouth watered for the taste of his
hot flesh shaft. I kicked off my pants and pushed him off of me. I hopped
up and ran through the house, up to his bedroom. He wasn't far behind. I
fell onto his bed with him on top of me. We rolled onto our sides,
rearranging ourselves into a comfortable sixty-nine. I grabbed at the
rounded globes of his butt and pulled him to me.

	The entire eight inches of his hard cock eased down my throat. We
sucked each other slowly, enjoying the pleasure we were giving each
other. After about fifteen minutes, he started fucking my mouth, faster and
deeper. I matched him stroke for stroke. I grabbed his ass to haul him
deeper and I could feel his body tense, then tremble. His balls drew up
close into his belly. Both out cocks expanded. While I buried myself into
his hot mouth, he pulled out, only enough to keep me from strangling on his
come as he shot spurt after spurt into my mouth. At fist it tasted a little
salty, then it became ambrosia. I sucked harder, milking every drop of his
juice into my hungry throat. He gasped and slurped as I emptied my balls,
swallowing as much of my cum as he could.

	He rolled onto his back, his chest heaving. I held his cock in my
mouth, licking at it with my tongue until it softened. Only then did I let
it slip from my mouth. I moved around, up to him. He hugged me close, our
hot, sweaty skin sealing us together. I then drifted off to sleep.

	When I woke the next morning, I was temporarily disoriented. I was
alone in his big bed. I ran my hands over my body, remembering our hot
night together. My hands fingered my morning hard-on.

	"Let me see it." A voice said, scaring me.

	I looked over and there was Andy sitting in a chair, watching
me. He was naked, legs spread with his hands behind his head. I just
stared. Thick black tufts covered his armpits, his chest a maze of dark
curly hair. I had never seen anyone with such a thick forest of pubic
hair. His spear shaped cock, dark skinned with prominent veins, stood out
stiffly from his belly. He smiled at me and flexed his hard cock-shaft in
my direction.

	"Come on Spence, let me see your dick. Baze's been telling me all
about your talented mouth and ass. He got me all excited."

	I was certainly getting over heated watching his pounding
erection. I could see oozing pre-cum dripping out the slit, sliding down
the shaft and making it shine. I threw back the covers and waved my own
stiff prick obscenely in his direction. Just then, Baze walked in.

	"Oh, yummy, breakfast." He barely got the words out before he was
on the bed, nibbling at my drooling cock-head. I sighed as his lips slid
down the shaft of my meat, his tongue working magic on my hot, stretched
skin. Much as I longed to shoot in his mouth, my ass was tingling for a
morning workout.

	I slid my legs around his waist, pulling with them until he got the
message. He spit into his hands, working his cock in and out, priming
it. He stuck the juicy head of his meat at the entrance to my hole and
poked his way in. There was a momentary flash of pain, but that soon
subsided as he got down to the business of fucking my ass. He took long,
slow strokes in and out, long dicking me just the way I wanted. He lowered
his torso to mine. Our mouths met, our tongues battled.

	I looked over at Andy who was now palming his horny penis. Gripping
the hard shaft, he walked over to us, knelt on the bed and thrust his
impatient cock toward us. I inhaled the musky scent of his groin, his sweat
and the heady smell of his dripping cook-juice. Our lips parted as Andy's
hot meat slipped between us. Our tongues ran up and down the shaft. We left
trails of spit along it, tracing the thick veins, licking up his cum
drippings.

	He poked the head first between Baze's lips, then mine, each of us
sucking the fat head for just a few moments before he'd pull out and switch
again. Then Baze clamped his mouth tight around the thick cock-head. Andy
moved his butt up, forcing his hairy balls into my mouth. I tried to get
them both in, but had to settle for one at a time. I nudge him up, licking
at the hard ridge under his balls, toward his ass hole. He got up on the
bed with his legs on either side of my head so Baze could suck in his cock
and I attacked his butt.

	I held onto the hairy cheeks, massaging the huge mounds, pulling
them apart while I attacked his hole. Baze had been right. Andy's sphincter
muscles were already loose, my tongue easily sliding in. I tasted his funky
ass, and I could swear I tasted spunk drooling from his hole. He bounced up
and down on my lips, forcing his cock in and out of Baze's sucking mouth.

	"Oh yeah, little Spence, that feels real nice. Fuck my ass with
your hot tongue. Feels real good. Can you taste the load my daddy shot up
my hole this morning. I saved it special, just for you."

	My dick was twitching, aching for attention. Baze's thick tool felt
so good invading my ass, and him slurping Andy's cock, mine was the only
one not getting any action. Baze must have read my mind. He eased himself
out of me, off of us. He guided Andy down to my burning erection. His mouth
felt nice and tight as it slid down, his lips massaging the base of my
cock. Andy pulled his ass from my face, then guided his spit shined cock
toward my lips, down my throat. We were soon frantically face fucking each
other.

	Meanwhile, Baze got up above us. I was able to see, close up, the
length of his bloated cock-meat sliding into Andy's hairy ass-cunt. He
didn't stop until his balls slapped against between the spread legs, just
inches above my face. I sucked a finger in my mouth, alongside Andy's
cock. Reaching above me, as Baze fucked, my finger poised at his hole. As
he pulled out, my finger slid up to the knuckle. He let out a yell as it
invaded him. It only spurred him on. He began to wildly fuck Andy's
ass. Each thrust in crammed the Andy's hard prick into my bruised and
battered mouth. All three of us picked up the tempo.

	Andy was the first to cum. He rammed into me, his big balls
flopping into my face. I heard him whimper as his cock thickened, then
exploded in my mouth. His hot cum filled me, choking me. I could feel his
thick juice spilling out the sides of my mouth. Baze was right behind. His
sphincter closed tightly around my finger as he buried himself one last
time up Andy's butt. His ass shook, I knew he was bathing Andy's insides
with his spunk. I couldn't hold back any longer. I bucked and humped into
Andy's hot mouth. I felt my balls contract, the juice racing up my shaft as
I shot three, four, five strong jets of cock-cream down his waiting throat.

	We all collapsed on top of each other on the bed. After relaxing,
coming down off the sexual high, we just lay there, idly playing with each
other. Baze was massaging my balls and I was just getting primed to start
again when the phone rang. It was my mom, wanting me to get home soon. My
Uncle Garth was in town and the whole family was getting together.