Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2015 11:28:30 -0800
From: JC West <muscle.daddy.bear.1@gmail.com>
Subject: Big Neighbor Men Chapter 1: The Foreman Pt. 7

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Neighbor Men Series - Chapter 1

The Foreman Pt. 7



	We were back at camp after relaxing and taking another dip in the
pond of the creek, spreading a blanket out by the fire and pulling drinks
from the ice chest when we heard someone coming from the way opposite the
road.  We both froze in place as a man in nothing but hiking boots, a
wristwatch, and……a bright yellow t-shirt draped around the back of
his neck and forward over his shoulders.  He was looking at the ground
until he came into the clearing of our camp and looked up with a wide
friendly smile breaking across his face.

	“Well, hi there!” He strode toward us. The man’s whole
6’1” body was tan from top to bottom, and light golden brown hair
complimented the dark blue eyes it fell down toward.  He had a rather wide
face with a small upturned nose that sat above a small upper lip with a
light and soft looking feathery short mustache over full wide lips. Average
sized balls hung about four inches from his crotch in a lightly hairy sack
while above them bounced a fat six inch floppy cut cock with a
mushroom-shaped head the same width as the shaft.

	I recognized him.  He lived on our street just about a block
further down with his wife and two daughters that were now both away at
college.  I figured he must have been right around forty years old.
Mr. Maddox….Hoyt, as he’d reminded me to call him on the trail during
our walk back to camp…stood silent and unmoving.

	“Jim Maxwell.  Good t’ see I don’t need t’ get dressed
around you two fellas.  Wait…” He stopped and tilted his head with a
quizzical expression.  “I know you….both.  You live jus’ down the
street.”

	He laughed and then continued.  “Well…whatta coincidence!  I
wondered who else knew about this place.  My dad used t’ bring us here
when I was a kid.  My wife and the girls are scared of snakes, so it’s
jus’ me that heads out here these days.  Well, what are the odds we’d
end up here the same weekend?!  If that jus’ don’t beat all!”

	He seemed to be talking awfully fast and almost nervously as he
reached a hand out toward Hoyt in a handshake gesture.  “Mr. Maxwell.”

	Hoyt looked trapped and raised a hesitant hand in response,
“Hoyt.”

	Mr. Maxwell shook the offered hand vigorously and then turned
toward me extending his hand again.

	“And, who is THIS handsome young man?”

	“Chase.” I answered as he pumped my hand up and down in a
firm but comfortable grip.

	“I’ve seen yall on my way home from work n’ runnin’
errands on the weekends.” His body was fit with muscle…somewhere in
size and muscularity right in the middle of Hoyt’s and mine.  Rounded
and firm, but not overly large, muscles curved over his arms, shoulders,
chest, back, and legs.  He obviously spent a good deal of time in the gym
or at some serious manual labor.

	“I parked jus’ behind you two, my truck looks like a puppy
next to full grown German Shepherd right next t’ yours……” He
talked almost non-stop for around a half an hour before continuing on to
his truck for the last of his camping stuff.  He stopped again on his way
back for another twenty minute conversation in which he did almost all the
talking and eventually even, almost forcibly, invited himself to dinner
with us an hour and a half later.

	After he left again, Hoyt made the agreeable suggestion that we
start on dinner right away and just say we got to doing stuff and forgot
about the plans.

	We put the baked potatoes on over the fire only twenty minutes
before a long drawn out grating sound coming slowly closer led us to look
up and find Mr. Maxwell approaching over an hour early with a wheeled ice
chest in tow.  Still as naked as Hoyt and me, his fat six inches bobbed and
slapped from side to side against his thighs with his pulling the ice chest
along with him.

	“Oh, yall started early!  Good deal!” He beamed clueless to
our obvious attempt to avoid dinner with him.  ”I figured I’d bring
over beer and my food for the grill so we’d have time t’ visit before
eatin’.”

	He talked and drank, talked and drank, talked and drank the entire
time Hoyt and I got dinner going and ready.  He was pretty “well done”
by the time dinner came and only slowed down talking while we ate.

	Afterward, Hoyt took a big pot down to the creek and brought it
back to load up with dishes and utensils over the fading fire so they could
soak overnight.  While Hoyt was gone, Mr. Maxwell seemed to keep brushing
against me as we straightened everything up from dinner.  It was as if he
was finding a reason, especially, to brush his firm flopping cock against
my hip and backside.  A hand often reached for my shoulder only to slide
down my back and move across one ass-cheek or the other.

	When Hoyt came back, Mr. Maxwell’s eight inch thick…though
not as gigantically wide as Hoyt’s…bobbed almost straight out in
front of him.

	Mr. Maxwell began grazing against Hoyt as well, leaning into the
heavy pelt of curling dark hair coating the bigger and taller older
man’s chest, back, arms, and legs.  Several times right after a
particularly obvious of brushing against one or the other of us, Hoyt shot
a raised eyebrow in my direction that I couldn’t quite read completely.

	Afterward, with everything put away, he grabbed yet another beer
from his seemingly never-ending supply.

	Hoyt and I eased back onto our blanket, full and relaxed after the
steaks and baked potatoes, we both lay back looking up at the sky.
Plopping back down on the towel he’d brought and spread out beside our
blanket, Mr. Maxwell drew his knees up and rested one arm across them with
the beer in his hand.  With the other hand, he picked up a stick and began
distractedly drawing designs in the dirt on the other side of him.

	From having his knees up, turning my head gave me a clear view of
plump golden haired balls resting on his towel.  His smooth tan wide cock
with its single sleek vein running its length swelled heavily in the glow
of the fire’s light, arching and straightening alternately as it firmed
to rock hard solidness.

	He tossed the stick to the side, suddenly and rolled over against
me.

	“I hope ya don’t mind,” he began, reaching over and across
me, “I jus’ gotta touch this.”

	Mr. Maxwell’s hand moved to Hoyt’s chest.  Hoyt’s mouth
twitched in a slight grimace of disapproval, but his closed eyes remained
shut and no order for Mr. Maxwell to stop came from his lips.

	“God, I wish I had this…it’s so sexy.  My wife says she
doesn’t like hairy men, but I think she only says that ‘cause I have
so little.” His hand combed through all the dark tight shiny curls down
to the center of Hoyt’s strong stomach, his words slurred a bit between
fast breaths.

	”Ya know, I been married a long long time.  Every once in a
while I get t’ wonderin’ what it’d be like t’ fool around with
another guy.  I got no prejudices.  I notice other guys that’re
good-lookin.’ N,’ sometimes I get t’ wonderin’ while I’m
lookin’.” The arm and hand of his anchored between us, reached for
mine and moved it to the swollen thickness of his now throbbing hard eight
inches.  “It’s jus’ there ain’t no opportunity in such’a
small town.

	“I, uhmmmm, I saw you two down at the creek t’day.  I’m
afraid I stayed a while n’ watched.  Phew!!” He slowly shook his head
from side to side.  “Boy, that there was somethin’ else, I can tell
you!”

	“Yall looked awful good out there, the two’a you.  Chase,
with his fine young athletic frame…plump dick…purty ass…n’
sweet handsome face.  Hoyt, with that big ol’ powerhouse body n’ that
huge Brahma bull cock and gorilla balls.” Mr. Maxwell eased the hand on
Hoyt’s stomach lower to reach and stroke the now firm and rising eleven
fat uncut inches.

	Then, he took my free hand to replace his and its stroking action
on Hoyt’s hardening horse-dick leaving me with both hands now full of
hard swollen adult cock.  My mind fogged into a heated haze as I slid
deeper into a new world all my own.  I was not only touching a man's cock,
I was touching and stroking two big oversized columns of throbbing leaking
male meat.  One hand slid Hoyt's exotic and ample uncut skin back and forth
across the swollen slab of heavily veined muscle...fifty percent bigger in
both long length and powerful girth.  The other, slid over taut tan skin
wet with precum stretched over eight thick inches of solid pulsing
cock...my hand closing over the wide head as Mr. Maxwell's body shuddered
each time my palm and fingers moved tightly over the sensitive fleshy knob.

	“Then, watchin’ …shit… watchin’ Chase suck that huge
thing n’ take it in the back door…dammmmmn….”

	He went on, his lightly slurred words going deeper in tone while my
hand on his cock began becoming wet with an almost steady flow of precum
almost as heavy as Hoyt’s,

	“So, ya see, I’ve been hopin’ ever since comin’ up on
you two down at the creek…that, um, yall might let me join in.  See I
feel purty safe with you two.  I mean you really wouldn’t n’
couldn’t never say nothin’ about me ‘cause of your own situation,
n’ I goddamned sure ain’t never seen any other men that got me s’
riled up and in two awful diff’ernt ways.”

	Hoyt continued to remain silent, eyes closed, and huge fat cock
throbbing to its full massive girth and length in my stroking hand.  What
Mr. Maxwell said next came out in a breathless rush with many of the words
running together.

	“It takes a lot for me t’ ask this, god knows I’m jus’
nervous as all get-out.  I’ve been talkin’ myself into and back outta
this for a couple hours now, nearly chewin’ a hole through my cheek
tryin’ t’ make a decision.  I drank a lot more’n I should t’
try n’ get up the nerve jus’ t’ bring all this up.  I know I’ve
been awful pushy toward you two…bargin’ in, interruptin’ your time
t’gether, invitin’ m’self for dinner.  You both have been real
patient n’ kind t’ me through all that, n’ god knows I appreciate
that more’n you can realize.” His next words came out slowly and
quietly.  “But, yall think I might have a chance at joinin’ in?”

	He kept going, distant and kind of robotic as well as not seeming
to notice that neither Hoyt nor I made any comment at all.

	“Now, that I got all that out and before yall tell me t’
leave or whatever else you’re gonna say…could I ask one small favor?”
Again, neither Hoyt nor I answered before Mr. Maxwell went on.

	"Could I kiss you?  You, definitely a man with that big beard n’
mustache…Chase, too, all kinds'a young n’ sweet.”

	He didn’t wait for an answer, although I don’t think Hoyt or
I were doing any thinking other than trying to fully grasp the sudden turn
everything had taken.

	Mr. Maxwell eased his hips back to pull his heavy eight smooth
inches from my now slippery precum-drenched hand.  He rose onto his hands
and knees moving up to my head and shoulders in order to reach Hoyt’s
handsome bearded face.  One hand moved across the two of us to brace on the
ground, while the other slid onto the back of my head.  As Mr. Maxwell’s
mouth descended onto Hoyt’s, he moved my head to face his precum-shiny
cock.  I heard a long groan from Mr. Maxwell’s smooth tanned chest at
the same time as he pushed his cock forward and pulled my head to take his
fat cut cock inside my mouth.

	Though not as immensely, Mr. Maxwell's cock still filled my mouth
widely.  The precum stroked earlier across its rigid thick width tasted
less salty than Hoyt’s, more neutral while still rich and thrilling.

	I’d barely gotten my mouth sheathed over the man’s hard wet
cock before he thrust into my throat, his body shaking over me and my eyes
drawn to firm balls pulling up against the base of his meat.

	“MMMMMMM!  MMMMMMM!  MMMMMMM!  MMMMMMM!” The intense groaning
came muffled from Mr. Maddox’s athletically muscular body while my
throat registered the swollen eight wide inches pulsing wide and shooting
cum down into my stomach.

	My hands leapt to his hips and tried to push him back, though he
only thrust even deeper into my fifteen year old throat.

	I wanted to taste more of him, and pulled my head back instead of
trying to push him away.

	Just when I got him pulled out of my throat, he blasted my mouth
full of thick, rich, almost sweet cum so hard I coughed most of it back out
onto him.

	From the way his torso writhed above me, I could tell he was
grinding his mouth into Hoyt’s at the same time as heavy eruption after
eruption of male cum white-washed the inside of my mouth and the cum I’d
coughed out at first dripped and ran back down onto my face from over me.

	Mr. Maxwell was humping his cock in short strokes, the fat width
spewing wild and heavy to where I had to swallow again and again in fast
succession.  Cum filled my mouth and ran down my working throat in rich
heavy jolts of the stocky man’s substantial adult seed.

	His body began to slowly still and relax above me, the cum flooding
into my mouth eased off to brief bursts and then a dwindling drool.

	“Oh, god.  Ohhhh, myyyyy godddd…” I felt Mr. Maxwell’s
body rise somewhat over me, and the hand at the back of my head let go to
plant itself on the ground above me.  I felt his other hand join mine on
Hoyt’s hard flexing horse-cock just before Mr. Maxwell rose up onto his
knees.

	Looking up, I found him looking down into my cum-splattered face
and shaking his head slowly from side to side with burning heat inside his
gaze.

	Still staring, he took his hand from beside mine on Hoyt’s
massive cock to maneuver and guide me up onto all fours and then to where
my face looked down on that fat uncut behemoth cock.

	I was so hot and turned on by the unexpected events, I dove onto
the huge girth and length of Hoyt’s eleven inch monster meat...one of my
hands moving up to thread through the thick hair of his chest only to come
upon one of Mr. Maxwell’s doing the same.

	Mr. Maxwell’s other hand cupped one cheek of my ass with its
fingers dropping inside the cleft of my ass to stoke the heat inside me
even higher by strumming all four of those dexterous fingers back and forth
against my small quivering teen hole.

	He moved behind me, both hands coming to grip my hips.  I felt the
wide smooth head of his cock replace his fingers, stroking up and down the
valley between my cheeks and riding back and forth over my now fiery
ass-ring.  New precum slathered into the hairless cleft and began to drool
down onto my balls.  He pushed forward into me.

	Ice flashed through me at the sudden thick entry and my mouth flew
open around Hoyt’s huge cock for a sharp pained intake of breath.

	I felt the impact of one of Hoyt’s baseball mitt hands slamming
onto one of Mr. Maxwell’s wrists.

	“You damned well better go slow n’ not hurt m’ boy there,
Jim.” There was a threatening bite to Hoyt’s voice when he used
Mr. Maxwell’s name in the growled deep order.

	Mr. Maxwell held his position right where he was, the big head of
his thick cock just inside my pulsing and straining hole.  He wasn’t as
monstrously thick as Hoyt, but still a lot bigger and a lot thicker than
any other cock I’d seen on schoolmate.

	When the pain began to recede, I slowly began once more mouthing my
way up and down the beefy hooded beast between Hoyt’s big, strong, and
coarsely haired thighs.

	Taking a cue, Mr. Maxwell began a slow eye-crossing invasion of his
big cock up into my small body.

	“OH!  OH!  OH FUCK!  OH FUCK!  JESUS!  JESUS FUCK-ING CHRIST!!!”
Mr. Maxwell very nearly yelled as my asshole clamped down on his hard fat
male beef shoving its way inside me.

	“OH SWEET JESUS!  OH SWEET JESUS!” He began pumping in and
out of me, different from Hoyt.

	The feel of him shoving in and out of me was smooth and almost
caressing in Mr. Maxell’s cock’s lack of heavy veins and rangy
texture to its heavy shaft.  I was still struggling with his wide width,
but the sensations were sleeker and more gliding even with the deep
powerful strokes from the man wielding that big hard cock.  It was easier
going for me…easier to enjoy and dive deeply into the plunging sensation
echoing throughout my young body without the coarse textures and bulging
veins of Hoyt’s cock sexually torturing my tender young hole on every
stroke.

	“Jesus, jesus, jesus…” Mr. Maxwell kept up a steady stream
of verbal disbelief as he fucked me deep and hard.  As Mr. Maxwell fucked
my ass with that thick heavy eight inch hard adult cock, my mouth lowered
and raised…suctioned and slobbered over…gulped and worshipped on
Hoyt’s humongous leaking steely battering ram of bulky male pride.
Hoyt’s hands came to my head and angled it down onto his stomach before
shifting and altering the line his body below me.  Rearranged, he held my
head against the furry expanse of his stomach and crooked both legs up and
widely apart to begin slowly fucking that incredible cock into my mouth and
then down my throat.

	I was being fucked at both ends by two big adult cocks…both
leaking cum into me…both forcing their way in and out of my younger
smaller accepting body…each stretching my tight little asshole and my
clamping milking throat.  I was drunk on the dual sets of sensations
rushing against and past each other as well as the steady stream of
Hoyt’s thick salty precum coating my tongue and being pushed deep into
my throat toward my stomach.

	My head was spinning, fire raged through my ass, balls, and shaft,
fiery needles pricked every outer centimeter of my skin, and I came to feel
my ass twisting and gyrating on the solid eight-inch thick shaft speeding
and out of my tensely writhing body at the same time as I began noticing
the furious gurgling sounds coming from my mouth being fucked deeply by
Hoyt’s massive drooling cock and the increasing loudness of
Mr. Maxwell’s steady exclamations of ‘Jesus,’ “God,” and
“fuck!”

	Mr. Maxwell pulled back from me and then grabbed my hips to throw
me completely back on and then completely back off his thick sturdy piston
of lunging rigid cock.  He punched the solid broad fleshy head into my hole
to shove it wide while jolting my entire body and mind under my skin.

	“OH!  OH!  OH GOD!  FUCK!  SON OF A……BITCHHHHHH!!!”
Mr. Maxwell’s voice rose louder and louder behind me, the slamming in
and out of my ass becoming brutal and savage.  Hoyt moved and rose from
underneath me onto his knees, bringing me up onto all fours.

	Everything became a searing blur, my mouth going slack on Hoyt’s
huge thrusting cock and grunts of pain mixed with intense pleasure escaping
my throat.  I could feel thick jets of hot adult cum blasting into my
teenage guts and against the inner walls of my ass along with the feeling
of my own load beginning to boil over inside my balls.

	Over and over Mr. Maxwell raped his thick hard eight-inch beefy
bastard past my ravaged young hole and into my body.

	He collapsed over, his head coming to rest on Hoyt’s hairy chest
at the same time as my load reached the point of being about to burst up
through the shaft of my prick.

	Gasping and heaving, I tried desperately to shove myself on and off
the thick meat impaled inside my grabbing hole to bring my load up and
relieve the demanding need inside me.  There wasn’t nearly enough room
and my tension was reaching a breaking point.

	Hoyt reached for my arm and guided me out from under
Mr. Maxwell…my ass feeling every thick inch of fat cock dragging slowly
across my puffy tender hole.

	I wanted to just drop onto the blanket from all the straining
exertion and now built up frustration, but Hoyt maneuvered me up onto my
knees beside him.

	“Think maybe you oughta return a favor……..Jim.” Hoyt
reached for Jim’s sex-drowsy head, moving it across his body onto mine
and then down my stomach toward my upstanding prick.

	Mr. Maxwell just stared at my hard-on blankly.

	Silence stretched out.  Just when I thought Hoyt was going to say
or do something more, Mr. Maxwell moved his face in closer.

	His nose just barely grazed the underside and traveled up to the
tip.  He hesitated, and then slowly dipped his face back down to the base.
A wide tongue came out to flatten against the underside for another slow
crawl up the length of my prick.

	It was the first time I’d ever felt a tongue or a mouth on my
shaft.  A shiver ran through me and I had to grab onto Hoyt’s big muscle
packed shoulder for support with a sharp intake of breath slicing into my
chest.

	I looked down to find Mr. Maxwell’s eyes closed within his
handsome tanned face.  The combination of his soft mustache brushing one
side of my hard shaft and the wide wet raspy tongue cupping my flesh on its
slow upward climb left my breath coming in short choppy gasps while precum
bubbled up at the tip.

	When he reached the tip, that tongue swept across it and lapped the
whitish fluid inside his mouth.

	He hesitated again, just holding his mouth there and breathing slow
and steady.

	The he opened his lips, and took my prick inside.

	The soft wet warmth of his mouth poured over me, and I twisted my
chest to wrap my arms tightly around Hoyt and bury my head into his chest.

	The slick velvety mouth slid most of the way down and then back up.

	A hand moved between my legs to alternately stroke my thighs and
cup my balls.

	It was already more than I could take…that hot wet mouth
enveloping my young virgin meat and the hand teasing and caressing my skin.
Cum was already churning inside my balls once more and I felt my load
preparing to burst free again.

	But, Hoyt pulled Mr. Maxwell’s head off me!  I let go of him and
leaned back to look at his dark face in stunned disbelief, devastated
disappointment, and fervent desperation.

	All I got was a piercing stern expression in return that did
nothing to relieve my baffled distress as he moved Mr. Maxwell’s
compliant head smoothly over to the root of Hoyt’s massive uncut
vein-riddled cock.

	I looked down to see Mr. Maxwell burying his face in the thick
froth of inky curls, first one hand and then the other rising up to hold on
to and stroke the hairy muscle of Hoyt’s masculine torso.

	I was just beginning to feel hurt and left out, jealous, when I
looked back up at Hoyt.

	His eyes were still on me, and a gesture from one large hand
indicated for me to move behind Mr. Maxwell.

	Once there, I looked across Mr. Maxwell’s back to find Hoyt’s
hands move to either side of his head and ease him back till the massive
hooded head of Hoyt’s big thick leaking cock bobbed right in
Mr. Maxwell’s face.

	I could be wrong, but it seemed to me that Mr. Maxwell moved his
own face forward…opening his mouth and taking the huge fleshy head into
his mouth.

	Moving his right hand in a caressing motion over Mr. Maxwell’s
head, Hoyt gestured at Mr. Maxwell’s ass curling his fingers in a
stroking motion.

	Taking the cue, I looked down for the first time and found the
position of his body left Mr. Maxwell’s ass-cheeks spread wide and tight
with a tiny little butthole surrounded by a soft swirl of blond hair
exposed to my eyes and the open air.

	I jerked my eyes back up to his, realization and understanding
rushing through me.  He nodded at me as if to say it was okay, but that
wasn’t why I was staring back at him.

	I was staring because of finally understanding something I
hadn’t even thought to question.

	Looking down at that tiny dusty-pinch opening, I could already
imagine the soft tightness gripping my prick…what it would feel like to
slide myself in and out of that…and, to bury myself deep in it when I
was ready to cum.  I finally understood what Hoyt saw when he looked at my
ass.  I got it.  I got it completely because the thought of pushing my
prick inside was blowing my mind.  Again, his hand made stroking motions to
urge me on.

	Now in a world entirely new to me, I looked down in fascination and
eased my hands onto Mr. Maxwell’s smooth round downy ass-cheeks.  They
felt firm and strong, masculine, yet still soft and pliable.  I let my
fingers slide into the valley in between and then stroked them down toward
his balls in a light grazing motion.

	When my fingers began tracing their path directly across that tight
little pucker in the center, it tensed up underneath, Mr. Maxwell’s back
bowed downward, and I heard a groan come from around Hoyt’s big heavy
cock.

	Spurred on his reaction, I traced my fingers back up and across
Mr. Maxwell’s little fuzzy hole.  I looked up along the way to find him
moving onto and off of Hoyt’s hard fat meat more excitedly when my
fingers were taunting the tight little opening into his body.

	A flick of Hoyt’s head brought my eyes up to a hand motioning
for me to reach under and stroke Mr. Maxwell’s cock while my fingers
played across his tiny asshole.

	His cock was still wet and slick with cum when my hand wrapped
around to stroke from base to head slowly and repeatedly.  Muffled moans
and gasps came from around Hoyt’s rigid eleven inches as Mr. Maxwell
began bobbing his head on the fat swollen male flesh with new urgency.

	I saw Hoyt’s hand moving up toward his face and looked up to see
him miming the act of spitting into it and the gesturing for me to then
slather over Mr. Maxwell’s exposed hole.
 

	I did as he directed and then looked up again for direction
expecting to see him motion for me to insert a finger.  That wasn’t the
message I got.  He made signs with his hand for me to just go ahead and
ease my prick inside, but still keep stroking Mr. Maxwell’s cock.

	I positioned my calves outside his and moved my hips to set the
head of my prick right against the small entrance into Mr. Maxwell’s
body.

	Having been in his position, I applied pressure slowly and gently.

	He began rocking and grinding his hips, sucking more determinedly
on Hoyt’s long fat cock that was now probably feeding Mr. Maxwell a
steady flow of thick salty male seed.

	I pushed farther inward, feeling the elastic ring of muscle begin
to open and squeeze the swollen tense head of my prick.  More entered into
the tight steamy-hot hole when Mr. Maxwell’s body suddenly went rigid
and all movement stopped.

	The head that tried to climb off Hoyt’s big cock got clamped
back down by a strong hand.  An arm reached back to push me away only to
get grabbed and pulled back forward against Hoyt’s chest in an iron
grip.  Mr. Maxwell’s fat cum-slick cock flexed over and over in my hand,
each time losing more and more of its rigid stiffness.

	“Come on, Chase, keep goin.’ Do what’cha want…jus’
go easy.” Hoyt’s deep voice rumbled in between us, “You owe this
to the boy, Jim, n’ to yourself, too…if I’m readin’ ya right.”

	Hoyt’s hand anchoring Mr. Maxwell’s head in place had it
turned so I could see his eyes pressed tightly shut and his mouth on
Hoyt’s cock.  Mr. Maxwell’s breathing was coming in quick sharp gasps
punctuated with repeated clipped ‘mmm’s’ of discomfort.

	I began easing back and forward, very slowly introducing more of my
hard chubby prick into and out of Mr. Maxwell’s tight wet slick hot
hole.

	All the while, Mr. Maxwell’s head remained still on Hoyt’s
massive male member…his breath inhaling and exhaling deeply and rapidly
through his nose.

	Soon, I was more than half way in and, forgetting about
Mr. Maxwell’s discomfort and wanting badly to be all the way inside his
warm prick-hugging hole, I slid all the way in until the base of my prick
stretched him slightly wider and my balls rested against his.

	His flagging cock jerked and jumped in my hand, hardening slightly
as I increased my grip on it and returned to stroking its thick rubbery
length from base to head.

	A deep sigh eased out from the man’s chest and I saw the muscles
around his mouth ripple under his skin at the same time as Hoyt’s big
hairy balls rolled in their sack and his cock flexed heavily in indication
Mr. Maxwell had returned to mouthing the big wieldy cock inside.

	I eased my prick back out of the soft hot depths of
Mr. Maxwell’s body, his cock rising back to flesh-covered steel in my
hand while his mouth began moving up and down Hoyt’s magnificent thick
cock once more.

	When I went to ease back inside and about halfway in, Mr. Maxwell
surprised me by shoving his ass back against me and taking my prick the
rest of the way inside him hard and fast.  The hot hole stroked, grabbed,
and sucked my teen meat balls-deep into him.  The feeling was
incredible…the narrow walls inside him felt as if I was shoving my prick
through one long continuous ass-ring.
	It was as if tight wet velvet surrounded my young meat, somehow
resisting and yet also demanding all of my hard plump prick all at the same
time.  His ass seemed to be a hungry mouth suctioning, feeding, and
massaging the stiff young flesh between my legs.

	Mr. Maxwell’s fat dick was hard, throbbing, and leaking
profusely while his mouth attacked Hoyt’s huge pumped up cock with
ravenous abandon at the same time riding my prick every bit as much as I
rode his ass when Hoyt suddenly pushed Mr. Maxwell’s mouth off Hoyt’s
hard slobbery meat and took Mr. Maxwell’s hands to place them on the
ground under his shoulders.

	I stopped all movement with only the head of my hard prick still
inside him and Mr. Maxwell did the same, both of us looking up
questioningly as Hoyt rose to his full towering height.  His strong
muscle-bulging body stood cast in the red-gold firelight with the dark
curly hair of it glistening and hard spit-drenched cock jutting out in
front of him like a massive weapon of masculine flesh over huge
testosterone-laden balls descending eight inches below in their heavily
furred sack.  With his heavy beard, dark strong features, and sweaty
muscles curving outward from his long tall frame, he looked like a warrior
after battle looking for which woman or man he wanted to rape first.  That
hard dangerous look about him made my heart flip inside my chest, and my
prick jerk inside Mr. Maxwell’s hot tight ass.

	Hoyt moved, long slow strides carrying him around and behind me.
He slowly dropped to his knees, brushing all the wonderful hair of his body
down my back, ass, and thighs…Mr. Maxwell’s eyes glazed over with
heat and following every move of Hoyt’s tall muscle-built body.

	One of Hoyt’s big hairy heavy arms came around my chest, the
hand moving up to twist and roll one nipple and jolt fireworks across my
skin until it moved farther up to turn my head to his for a long deep
scorching kiss of fat tongue filling my mouth.

	The other arm moved downward for the base of his huge rugged cock,
bringing it up into the cum-slick channel of my ass.  He slowly moved it up
and down over and over until my body was quivering and my cock began
jumping inside the tight chute of Mr. Maxwell’s ass.

	Even having closed my eyes into the kiss, I could still feel
Mr. Maxwell’s eyes on us as Hoyt positioned the wide bloated fleshy knob
of his uncut veiny beast at my hole.

	He began pushing inward, opening me up past what Mr. Maxwell had,
stretching and filling as he pushed deeper and deeper into me, the feel of
every inch and every vein heightened by the tenderness from Mr. Maxwell
rutting feverishly inside there only minutes before.  My tongue was
frantically attacking Hoyt’s while Hoyt took his time slowly dominating
my mouth.

	When the thick heavy base of Hoyt’s mighty male meat stretched
my hole tight and quivering, he moved his hands past me to Mr. Maxwell’s
hips.  Using his own muscular hips and gripping Mr. Maxwell’s, Hoyt
pushed forward to sink me once again deep into the man’s tight
responsive ass.

	“Hooooly crap….” Mr. Maxwell muttered out of my eyesight.

	I felt him pull off my prick when Hoyt began slowly easing back
from deep within my stomach.  His body moved, twisting and changing
position while I barely noticed the action locked deep in Hoyt’s
overtaking kiss and the long thick heavily-veined cock riding out through
my tight tender teen hole.

	Thighs fell high upon mine.  Hands came to grip lower.  Hoyt pulled
his face away and I looked down to find Mr. Maxwell flushed and his ass in
my lap from where he’d repositioned himself onto his back.  His tan
muscular hairless torso and hard fat eight inch cut cock filled my sight.
A massive hand reached over for my prick and Hoyt’s beard brushed the
side of my face as he leaned over me to see.  His hand positioned my young
hard meat back at Mr. Maxwell’s hole.

	Hoyt began pushing back inside me, the drag of my tight ass-ring
against the huge hard flesh invader stuffing inside me also forced me
forward and into Mr. Maxwell.  When he bottomed out inside me and began a
slow agonizing retreat, that same drag and suction slowly pulled me from
Mr. Maxwell’s clutching ass as well.

	“Holy…holy fuck….fuck….fuck!!!!” Mr. Maxwell’s
eyes were wide as saucers and his hands dug into my thighs where they’d
locked onto me.  Those wide eyes filled with shock and cresting heat jumped
back and forth from me to Hoyt.

	I tore my eyes away and tilted my head back to rest it on Hoyt’s
shoulder as he did all the work to fuck his mammoth uncut mule-dick in and
out of me and mine in and out of Mr. Maxwell.  I pressed the side of my
face against the side of his, rubbing it back and forth against his heavy
bristly beard while my body rode out the incredible feelings of Hoyt
fucking me at the same time as I fucked Mr. Maxwell’s slick, snug,
clenching, and suctioning hole.

	I was sinking into and being swallowed up by the huge cock moving
up deep inside me while shoving mine up deep into the tight wet velvet
pucker of Mr. Maxwell’s muscular ass.  I could hear Mr. Maxwell groaning
and exclaiming, and feel him grinding his ass against me to force more of
my sixteen year old prick into his forty year old body even though I barely
registered either.

	Hoyt picked up the pace, driving into me and forcing my prick into
Mr. Maxwell’s hole faster and faster.

	I began to gasp and twist between the two of them, grabbing onto
Hoyt’s hairy muscular forearms as he bounced me in and out of
Mr. Maxwell’s severely tight ass while plunging his own huge monster of
a cock in and out of the trembling depths of my insides.

	Hoyt’s hands came up to my chest, carrying mine on his forearms
with them.  Thumbs and forefingers latched onto both nipples to roll,
twist, and pinch the two excruciatingly sensitive nubs all at once at the
same time.

	I immediately exploded.  My brain tumbled inside my head.  Cum
exploded from my balls up through the electrified shaft of my prick.  My
body jerked, bucked, and punched my prick in and out of Mr. Maxwell’s
hole in time with Hoyt’s now ramming thrusts in and out of my
guts…spewing my load into the adult man’s spasming ass.

	“Go shove your dick in his mouth!” Hoyt’s voice growled in
my ear, but I was nowhere near able to act on his command.

	“Chase, get your dick in his mouth!” Hoyt yanked his cock
from my ass and pulled my gushing prick out of Mr. Maxwell’s.

	Simply reacting without thinking, I stumbled over Mr. Maxwell’s
prone body to the side of his head while Hoyt grabbed one of my hands and
curved it around Mr. Maxwell’s straining and leaking hard eight fat
inches while my own prick shot cum across his face.

	I didn’t have to shove my prick in the man’s mouth, the
minute my hand wrapped around his thick slick length, he jerked his head
and mouth onto my shooting prick and swallowed it whole.  I watched,
stunned, while his forty year old mouth and jaw worked on me…cheeks
hollowing inward and throat moving up and down under his skin as he gulped
down load after load of my teenage cum.

	Suddenly, his whole body jerked…eyes busted open wide and
shocked…and muffled cries rose around my prick.  I looked up to find
Hoyt’s hairy muscular bear-like body between Mr. Maxwell’s smooth
tanned and muscled thighs thrusting that huge veiny monster-cock deep into
the man’s belly.

	Those wide eyes stared back and forth wildly from me to Hoyt and
back.  The man’s mouth now attacked my gushing prick while his hand
grabbed my ass to pull me deeper into his throat and my fist flew back and
forth across the hot thick eight inch leaky cock.

	Mr. Maxwell’s grip on my ass turned to steel and he pulled my
crotch down hard onto his face burying my prick in his throat and holding
it there.  Still pumping cum into him, my prick was trapped in the tight
clenching confines when Mr. Maxwell began yelling over my still spewing
meat.

	My own eyes sped to Mr. Maxwell’s fat cock to see his balls draw
up tight and almost disappear into his crotch.  I knew what was coming and
threw my body over his to grab is ass-cheeks and drive his lurching cock
into my mouth and throat just as the first gallon of thick hot adult cum
blasted into my mouth.


(To be continued.)



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