Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 21:02:17 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Young Teddy's Escapades - Part 13

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic
events between males. If your are offended by such material, are too
young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read the story.
It's that simple.

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Young Teddy's Escapades - Part 13

I could hardly wait for Alan to get home from the base Monday evening after
a dozen red roses were delivered to me shortly after I arrived home from
work. I knew it was his way of thanking me for paying cash for the handsome
new HummV sports utility vehicle to replace his old Jeep Wagoneer. Alan had
never owned a brand new vehicle; the Jeep purchased used with high mileage
and was now costing him big maintenance bucks. Hell!  I used money I
inherited from Drake, Jake and Jack, his friends to make it happen. Why
should I not help one of their close friends; they would have wanted it
that way were they each able to cast a vote from Heaven. Besides, I
couldn't refuse him his new toy when I saw his face light up when he test
drove and checked out the vehicles Sunday. He was as a 43 year old kid in a
candy shop trying to decide what chocolate he wanted, knowing he could only
have one. I already had my chocolate treat! Why should I deprive him of
his; it was only money! For once, I finally saw that money could indeed buy
happiness, not just for me, but for Alan too.

When Alan walked through the door, I was all over him. I kissed, I hugged,
and I opened his fatigue top and got it off him in record time. I licked
the salt and moisture off his hairy chest and gobbled under his armpits. I
had been dreaming of this moment ever since the Roses arrived. I turned on
to him instantly, just devoured his load when he opened his fatigues and
fed me his juicy Chocolate Popsicle. After we ate dinner Alan suggested we
go to the base and have a few drinks and dance at the Enlisted Men's Club
for awhile. He said that his friends were expecting us; as they were as
impressed with me as they were with the new HummV yesterday evening,
thinking I was a tom girl dressed in a tight tee shirt, hip huggers and
sandals. He said they bugged him all day wanting to know everything about
me. He passed me off as his girlfriend. He pointed out that I would have to
dress as a woman. I went along with his suggestion. I certainly had enough
experience as Tami to pull that off without any problems. He told me to
dress in something sexy, as he wanted to impress them.

When we arrived, the club, seemed packed with Alan's enlisted friends, both
white and black. He whispered in my ear that he guessed the guys had put
the word out that I would be here tonight after they talked him into
bringing me bye for awhile. Alan ushered me to a table and the guys
gathered around for introductions after he returned from the bar with our
drinks. As we were dancing, guys kept cutting in. It seemed I was the belle
of the ball. I must have danced every dance until almost ten. I noticed
some of the guys definitely got a woody as they danced with me. I always
liked that feel against me. All of the guys gave my ass a nice pat and
squeeze as they led me back to the table after their turn on the dance
floor. Alan and I only had a few dances together, as he allowed his friends
each to have a turn or two dancing. Before we left for the evening, the
guys all thanked Alan for bringing me by. Each took the opportunity to peck
me on the lips and tell Alan how lucky he was to have such a beautiful
girlfriend.

We both were tired, had sex one time, then dropped off to sleep until the
alarm sang out at 5am again. All day I thought about the guys I had
met. Some of them were real hot numbers. I wondered in the back of my mind
if Alan would be willing to share me with some of them. I told Alan I
thought he should start bringing some of his friends home for dinner, they
might like a home cooked meal and get away from the base for an evening
once in awhile. He thought it was a good idea.

He asked me. "Would you like to have sex with some of the guys you met last
night Danny Boy?" I just smiled and nodded YES, and gave him a sloppy
kiss. He told me he would bring a couple of them home Friday night for
dinner. He added, I then would have three guys like old times when Drake,
Tom and Jack would work me over together. I could hardly wait for Friday to
arrive.

Friday night he arrived with two of his black friends, Rod and Britt. We
had a barbecue on the patio. I made it a point to dress in something very
sexy. The guys were big, black, masculine dudes, not handsome like Alan,
but definitely muscular and sporting nice large baskets. Their eyes
followed me around as I worked in the kitchen as they watched sports on the
big screen TV with Alan. After dinner on the patio with a couple of bottles
of wine, Alan popped a pill in my mouth. He pulled out some joints and we
all sucked on them talking about everything from soup to nuts drinking
another bottle of wine.

The subject finally got around to sex and we went inside. My ears perked
right up and I squirmed a bit on the sofa, put my hand over and squeezed
Alan's thigh, very close to his manhood and inched it up until I was
fondling his equipment. Rod and Britt were watching every move I made and
began to massage their crotches watching what I was doing to Alan.  My
insides were on fire, I was stoned, and what ever that pill was Alan had
given me was something very powerful. Alan leaned over, planted a nice wet
kiss on me and gave me a direct order. His voice bellowed with authority!

"Put on your strip music Teddy and strip for the boys. They came here for
some fun tonight, so get the ball rolling girl, show them how you can
wiggle and bounce that pretty white ass of yours' when you do the strip." I
had been waiting for this moment. He didn't have to ask me a second
time. He had put the dog collar on me before Rod and Britt had even arrived
for dinner, so I knew I was his slave tonight. He had told me I would be
entertaining our guests later, since I was use to servicing three guys for
years and he thought I would especially like Rod and Britt as they both had
big cocks. Every time I lost another piece of clothing, the three of them
cheered me on. When I danced around near to them touching parts of their
bodies, they ran their paws over me, pinched, or popped me on the ass. By
the time I was down to my thong, the guys were standing throwing their
clothing off on to the floor with huge hard-on members protruding from
their crotches. They chased me around the living room, cocks bouncing, like
three big overgrown kids playing with my nipples and ass. They finally got
me cornered and I became a big lollypop for their hot lips. Two worked on
my lips and nipples while the third spread my buns and ate pussy. Britt
even played with my dick while he ate pussy.

It wasn't long and Alan got out the margarine container and lubed me up so
he could fist fuck me and show them how much I liked it. Rod and Britt were
amazed that I was able to take his hand and half his arm up the wazoo. Rod
and Britt both fed their dick heads into my mouth and exploded while Alan
fisted me. Then they took turns putting the meat to me, rotating positions
so I was getting it in both the mouth and ass. They dropped load after load
into both ends of me. They eventually backed off for a breather. I was
ushered into the center of our king size bed; the three of them nestled in,
one on each side. The third, Brett curled up between my legs at the foot of
the bed with his face sniffing and licking my thighs and pussy. Off and on,
all night long, they did things to me, until we all finally just fell off
to sleep.

I woke encased in black wanting to make a trip to the bathroom. I finally
was able to remove enough weight and limbs from me to crawl up and out of
the tangle and take care of my nature call. It was even harder crawling
back into my warm, all-male nest. It awakened them and it all started again
until each had dropped another load into my top or bottom. Then we all
slept until the morning sun started to peek in around the window
coverings. I worked myself out of the maze again, spent time in the
bathroom cleaning up and taking a shower and dressed in a pink tight tee
shirt and a pair of shorts that barely covered my ass. My nipples showed
through the thin material, leaving no doubt that they had been sucking on
the most of the night. They made me proud standing at full attention.

I made my way to the kitchen, made a full pot of freshly brewed coffee,
knowing the guys would be emerging eventually wanting lots of coffee. Sure
enough, before long Brett sneaked up behind me and pushed his nude crotch
against my buns, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the back of
the neck. "Coffee girl, black, one sugar," is all he said. He popped me on
the ass, headed for the table, and sat there with his head in his hands. I
could tell he had a hangover. Before long the other two emerged, dragging
their heals. They plopped into chairs at the table and joined Brett and I
brought them coffee too.

Rod asked, "What did you do to us last night girl, I be hurtin real bad in
the head?"

Alan added, "Must have been that last bottle of wine that did it to us all!
We got any Excedrin Teddy? If we do, bring some would you baby and some
water for us too!"

None of us really wanted breakfast, but I did make some toast and we each
ate a few pieces, knowing we had to get something in our stomachs or we
would feel horrible all day. By 10:00am they were playing grab ass with me
again. I kept pushing them away, but they wouldn't have any of that and
took me back to the bedroom for more fun and games only black guys can
think up. It didn't take them long and they had me convinced I was going to
have a good time playing their roughhouse games. They made sure I had a few
ass wopins, as they called them, before they let me have a breather. The
three of them were fucking machines until it was time for dinner. By that
time they had built up an appetite, decided they should take me out to
dinner for being such a good sport. They ended up spending the entire
weekend with us. By Sunday evening, Alan drove them back to the base and I
went to work cleaning up our playthings, changing the sheets, and doing a
few loads of laundry before he returned.

When he returned he asked me if I had a good time over the weekend. I, of
course, indicated I had indeed! I emphasized the fact that it was like old
times having three black guys to service, just how wonderful it felt to me
again. He asked me if I would like to have him bring more guys home for
awhile. I smiled and told him that would be fun for awhile. Every weekday
he brought a different guy home with him from the base for dinner. He never
told them what was in store for them, so when we started to do things
together in front of them they didn't know what to expect. Alan would find
some excuse to go to another room and I would make a play for them to see
what they would do. Half of them were between the ages of 19 and 25 and
didn't know what to do with me when I grabbed them and started on
them. Others, just let it happen, not caring what Alan might do to them
when he returned. They were so turned on, I suppose they didn't care.

Often, Alan would change into his leathers before he returned, indicate he
was enraged with the poor kid, cuff, gag and blindfold him. By the time
they realized they had been set up I had gotten them off two or three
times. Then we would remove the blindfold, the gag, the cuffs from him, and
him play the rest of the night assisting Blake making me their pussy
boy. Every night for three weeks, we played these games with the young and
innocent new recruits he had in his platoon. It was mind blowing for them,
fun for Blake, and very rewarding for me. Young guys seem to have a
never-ending supply of runny male juices. It flows from them in endless
streams never running dry.

The weekends we saved for Rod and Britt. They became regular dinner guests,
then my dessert Friday nights. I became very attached to them, felt as safe
and comfortable with them as I did with Alan. As I indicated, neither was
handsome, but they certainly knew how to keep me happy with their wonderful
personalities. I especially liked the huge dicks on them and wanted them
around full time. It wasn't long, I suggested to Alan that they just move
in with us. He and they discussed my wish and they moved in immediately and
shared my physical assets with Alan. I had three big black guys tending to
my every sexual desire again. They teased me, called me their 'White Honky
Bitch!' in private. I called them my 'Chocolate Kisses.'

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