Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2017 03:52:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rodney Hartfield <rodneyhartfield69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Be Careful What You Ask For   ... Chapter 5

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six-chapter story. By the end, I will have fucked, and been fucked, fisted,
dominated and DPed. All I can say is...


Be Careful What You Ask For.5

The warmth of the afternoon sun worked to relax the tightened muscles of my
shoulders, back and butt from the morning's workout. I dipped my hand into
the pool, letting the water cool the back of my head.  I had chosen a
corner of the pool deck away from the crowd. I needed some time to recover
- recover a bit of my dignity and confidence after getting fisted by
Bruno. Not just fisted, but fisted in front of a couple of dozen horny
campers. Shit! My dick began to swell beneath me, pushing into the warm
dampness of my beach towel.

A cold rivulet of ice water ran down my spine and over my crack jerking me
out of my half-sleep. My bleary eyes came to focus on the smiling face of
Jack. His chin was resting on his crossed arms on the edge of the pool, his
face just inches from mine.

He laughed. "How's the star of the show doing?"

I gasped as another splash of cold water hit my sunbake
back. Instinctively, I turned. I grabbed the hand poised above me. Jake. I
might have known. I knocked the glass of ice water out of his hand. The icy
liquid cascaded over my chest and abs. My cock and balls divided the flow
like the Red Sea, only to come back together between my ass cheeks.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed. "I was doing fine until you two assholes woke me out
of a nice dream."

Jack reached over and slapped my half-hard dick. "Yeah, we can see your
mind was in the right place."

We all three laughed as I swung my legs around to sit on the edge of the
pool.

Jack looked up at me. "Are you doing OK," he asked, this time in earnest.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm doing fine. I have to admit, getting a fist up my ass
was quite an experience."

Jack smiled and nodded. He worked his way between my legs rubbing his hands
up the insides of my thighs. "You did good. It took balls to do what you
did this morning. Gotta say, we're impressed."

My dick was impressed as well, springing into action at his touch.

Jake sat down behind me, wrapping his huge legs around my butt. He began to
massage my shoulders.  "Ya done damn good. We leather guys appreciate
it. Hell, it kept one of us from having to take Bruno's fist."

I laughed. "Yeah, thanks a lot...I guess."

I gasped as Jack's fingers reached my balls. My dick sprang to full sail. I
bit my lower lip. I tried to keep my voice from trembling. "I'm sorry I
missed your demo this morning. I was looking forward to it."

Jake reached around to roll my tits gently between his fingertips. "We were
wondering if you might like a private demonstration."

I looked around at the crowded pool and deck. Only Robby and Tim lounging
on the far side seemed to notice us. Tim smiled and nodded. Robby grinned
and winked.

"What did you have in mind," I asked.

Jake pinched each tit a bit harder. "Well, first of all, are you a Top or
bottom? Do you consider yourself a Dominant or a submissive?"

I looked over at Robby. I considered the way I had fucked him just a couple
of hours past. My mind took me back to Kyle last night and Bruno the night
before. I shrugged. "Can I go both ways?" I asked.

Jack answered with a grin. "Sure." He looked up at his brother. "We know
guys that switch back and forth all the time."

Jake added, "But those terms have different meanings to different
people. What do they mean to you?"

I thought for a moment before I answered. "Well, anytime I top, I think of
myself as the dominant. I am in control. I decide the positions, the pace,
etc. However, I don't usually just control the situation for my own
enjoyment, but for the bottom as well. In fact, often I am as much
concerned with his pleasure as my own" I looked down at Jack. "Does that
make sense?"

"Makes perfect sense to me."

I added, "But it's not just for the power. I would never purposely hurt or
endanger the other person.  And I do not bully for bully's sake. In fact, I
hate bullies. And I may inflict pain, but not for pain's sake but for the
pleasure it brings."

Jack's eyes lit up at that last statement.

I continued. "In the same way, when I bottom, I submit control to the
top. He controls the positions, the pace and the overall situation."

Jake interrupted me. "But, have you ever been truly submissive?"

"Like a Master/slave thing?" I asked.

Jack shook his head. "No. That's more extreme than we go. Most people would
call what we practice as role play." Jake added in, "Like what you said
yesterday - consent/non-consent - with rules and parameters and safe
words."

I shook my head. "Then, no, I guess not."

Jack looked up at Jake and then back to me. He gave my balls a firm
squeeze. "So, would you like to try it?"

I bit my lower lip. "Well, hell. I've had a fist up my ass. This sounds
like it could be another experience to put into the record book...or a
story."

"Fuck yeah," exclaimed Jake. He used my shoulders to lift himself up, then
leap-frogged over my head into the water. He swam back and slapped Jack's
hand off my gonads. "Leave the guy alone. He needs to concentrate on this
next part."

Oh, shit. I wonder what that means?  He must have seen the look of concern
cross my face. "Don't worry. It's nothin' bad. We just need to know...what
things are off limits?"

I thought for a minute. "OK. Pain and pleasure are closely related. And I
realize pain can bring pleasure.  However, there are certain things that
are out of bounds for me. No blood, no lasting marks or scars, no shit, and
I prefer no gagging." I hesitated, then added, "And no feet."

Jack looked puzzled. "No feet?"

I shrugged. "I just don't like feet."

It was his turn to shrug. "OK. We'll think about that one. All the rest go
without saying. What about things you like, or think you would like?" His
hands started back up my thighs, headed for my balls. Jake prepared to slap
him away again.

I caught his hand. I snarled the best snarl I could muster, "Hey, fucker,
leave the guy alone. If he wants to play with my balls, let him."

He replied, "Well, well, the boy can be dominant after all."

"Yeah, and be careful who you call a boy...boy," I replied, then gave him a
wink.

Jack smiled and nodded. "I think we're gonna like this game. OK, so what do
you think you would like?"

I got serious as I considered the question. "Things that are desirable..."
I looked at Jake, Well you know I like my tits worked...hard...and moderate
ball and cock play. However...I do have a fondness for the family jewels."

They grinned and nodded.

I continued. "I don't mind a good spanking. I've never been flogged, but I
think that would be OK. I've wondered what it would be like to be
blindfolded, even though I'm a bit claustrophobic. And ass play is great,
with dildos and ass plugs, but probably not any more fisting for one day."
That brought a laugh from both of them.

"What about tickling?" Jack asked.

"I'm not really ticklish."  "Or edging?" added Jake.

I thought about that for a minute. "I don't think anyone has ever taken me
to the edge of ejaculation and stopped.

"Oh, really. That's interesting."

Then I concluded, "And of course sucking and deep, aggressive fucking."

"Oh, yeah," they said in unison.

"And there's one last thing," added Jake. "A safe word. A word you can say
to stop everything if it goes beyond what you want or think you can take."

"Red," I said. "Green means go for it. Red means stop."  Jack gave my balls
one last squeeze. "All this sounds great. Zack's got a dungeon down in the
basement of his house. Let's go have some fun."

I grabbed my speedos and slipped them on over my erection. I wrapped my
towel around my waist as an extra buffer. I looked over at Robby and
Tim. They were grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. I wondered what
they knew that I didn't.

Jake and Jake had already exited the pool and were headed toward the
café and Zack's house. Their broad shoulders and huge bulging biceps
glistened in the afternoon sun. Shadows accentuated their firm butt cheeks,
beckoning me like iron to a magnet. It dawned on me that they had not
waited for me.  They just expected me to follow. Already the submissive. I
wondered what this new experience held for me.

***

The stairs down were like any other basement stairway. But the room beyond
the door at the bottom was not. I followed the twins into the room. They
had not said a word to me since we left the pool.

Jack flipped a switch. The lights illuminated a windowless room - a crude
version of Christian Gray's playroom. Spotlights focused on various points
in the room, leaving eerie shadows to linger in the corners.

The air was cool like in most underground compartments. A slight musty
smell mingled with the lingering scent of sweat and sex. It was eerily
quiet.

A short, narrow padded bench anchored the center pool of light. Padded
rails ran down each side. It reminded me of a kid's picnic table. Somehow,
I could not imagine that was its purpose.

On one end of the room a bed with a metal head and foot lay under a reddish
floodlight. Bondage?  On the opposite wall stood a St. Andrew's
cross. Flogging? Beside it, a leather sling hung from the rafters.
Fucking? Straight across the room beyond the bench, ropes dangled from
pullies hung from the joists of the floor above. Shit!

Around the walls, various instruments of pain and pleasure hung from hooks
or lay on shelves - all manner of whips and floggers, dildoes and butt
plugs of all sizes, handcuffs and leather harnesses, and some things of
which I could not even guess.

Oh, shit! What have I gotten myself into this time?

Jake turned and snarled, "Drop the towel and strip."

I knew instantly this wasn't just a game. The scene, or role play, if you
will, had begun. Battle lines were drawn in my conscience. Part of me
wanted to say "fuck this" and run back up the stairs into the afternoon
sun. But the dark side of me, including my throbbing cock, begged to
stay. The dark side won out. I unwrapped the towel, letting it fall to the
floor. I kicked off my flip-flops, pulled my speedos down to my ankles and
stepped out of them.

"Good boy," Jack said with a smirk. "Now, on your knees, Boy."

I realized my first mistake. We had not addressed words and names. Now it
was too late. I knew I was not only going to have to endure some pain, but
would be called names that I hated. Shit!

"Crawl over here, Boy."

I crawled to them over the cold, hard, concrete floor. They stood shoulder
to shoulder, hip to hip - mirror images of each other. Even their massive,
hard dicks were identical. And bigger than I had thought at that first
introduction last evening. What was staring me in the face were cocks that
looked to be as big around as a sixteen ounce can of Monster Energy drink
in my cooler back at the tent, but a couple of inches longer. They were
circumcised. Mushroom heads glistening with precum in the overhead light.

Jake slapped me on the right cheek with his. Jack followed suit on the
left. Jake growled, "Worship these, Boy, cause you're gonna have them
rammed down your throat and crammed up your ass until you beg for mercy."

Jack sneered down at me. "But first, we're gonna have a little fun. We are
gonna take you to the edge of pleasure and the brink of despair. When we're
done with you, you'll never be the same."

Shit, shit, shit!

Then, for just a fleeting moment, he broke character. He smiled and
winked. Then he growled, "Get over here and get this throbbing cock in that
cocksucking mouth of yours."

I crawled over to him.  I licked the under side of his cock, circled the
base of his corona, and popped his head between my lips. He started fucking
my mouth. I spread my jaws, doing the best that I could to accommodate his
girth. Inch by inch he filled my mouth until his head hit the entrance to
my throat.

He groaned. He pulled back until only the head was at my lips, then slid
back on. My saliva and his precum greased the inside of my mouth. "Oh,
yeah. Take that cock. Shit, you're nothing but a cocksucker. Boys like you
were born to suck the cocks of real men like Jake and me."

Once more he reached my throat. I struggled to open the passage for him. He
grabbed the back of my head and pushed. He slipped past my larynx. I
struggled against my gag reflex. He held it there.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Swallow that cock. Oh, fuck."

I couldn't breathe. I began to see stars. Then he pulled out of my mouth. I
gasped for breath.

He patted the top of my head. "Good job," he whispered, "Boy."

Jack moved over and Jake took his place in front of me. He had put on a
leather harness that emphasized his massive pecs. He thrust his crotch in
my face as he fastened a leather collar around my neck. A leash hung from a
ring centered in front. Each man then fastened leather cuffs to my wrists
and ankles.

Jake took a medium sized butt plug from a shelf. He made a production of
lubing it in front of me. Then he nodded to Jack. "Spread your ass in front
of him." To me he instructed, "And you, get in there and eat it
good...while I use this to open you up at bit."

Jack's bubble butt stared me in the face. Shit, I would have dove into that
beautiful ass gladly without being told. I spread his cheeks revealing his
pink pucker. I flicked my tongue along his taint, just touching his hole
with the tip of my tongue. He groaned, pushing back against my face. His
man scent mixed with his musk and sweat were overpowering, sending my own
senses into overdrive.

As my tongue breached his outer muscles, I felt the tip of the plug do the
same to mine. I worked my tongue in further, past his sphincter. The plug
continued to spread me open further. I forced my way into his anal cavity
until my nose was buried in his crack. The plug stretched me until I was
sure I could take no more. I groaned, then gave a sigh of relief as my ass
swallowed the intruder. My ass lips closed over the bulb, holding it in
place. Jake slapped it to set the outer ring firmly in my ass cheeks.

Jack stood up. Jake took his place in front of me. Without doubt, he was
the one in charge. I had to wonder if he was always the more dominant of
the two, or just in this scenario.

He bent down and kissed me on the lips. He gently caressed my cheek with
the back of his fingers. He kissed me again, then whispered, "You have so
much to learn." He kissed me again, this time forcing his tongue between my
teeth. Our tongues dueled in a passionate kiss. He pulled back. He smiled
down at me, then hissed, "Now kiss my feet."

Shit, this fucker's good. He is so playing with my mind.

"Kiss your feet?" I glared up at him. "No, man. Feet were off limits."

He shook his head. "More like on the negotiation list. You know, the 'we'll
see' list. Besides, you just had your face in Jack's butt and your tongue
in his ass. Get your fucking lips down there and kiss my feet."

Shit, I hate feet. I don't know why, but I do. I hesitated. Was I going to
let this screw up the whole scene?  I glared at him once more. Slowly, I
lowered my lips, kissing the tops of both his feet.

"Now lick between each toe."

Gross! I started to raise my head.

He pushed my head back down. "Do it!" He demanded

I worked my tongue between each toe, trying not to gag. His toes were long
like his dick. As I got to his big toe, he raised his foot, forcing the toe
against my lips.

"Suck it," he said. "Suck it like you would my cock."

I gritted my teeth. I couldn't believe I was allowing him to do this to
me. Yet, to my amazement, as much as I was disgusted with myself, I was
excited. And my cock was throbbing at full mast. I slobbered over his toe,
sucking it into my mouth like I would a lollipop. Hell, I'd sucked men's
dicks that weren't much larger.

He pulled his foot away and patted my cheek. "Good boy. You've passed the
first test."

First test. Shit, what kind of humiliation is to come?

He grabbed the leash, leading me like a dog to the ropes and pulleys. My
hands and knees scraped the cold concrete. The plug in my ass caressed my
prostate. The point massaged the opening to my colon.  My dick responded to
each step. Jack was there waiting for us. He had put on the leather harness
like his brother so they were again identical.

They proceeded to buckle the cuffs on my wrists to a bar above my head so
that my arms were outstretched. Jack pulled up the rope until I was hanging
upright by my wrists, my weight only barely on the soles of my feet. It was
not uncomfortable, but I definitely felt stretched open and
vulnerable. They then buckled the cuffs on my ankles to a similar bar
attached to the floor, stretching my legs apart, completely opening my ass.

I fully expected to be flogged or whipped. Instead, Jack began to run his
fingertips gently down my spine, over my buttocks and down my legs. At the
same time, Jake rolled the tip of a feather in his fingers. The silky
plumage danced in the light. I started to remind him that I wasn't
ticklish. Then he touched it to my extended armpit, letting it travel down
my side. The sensation sent a shudder through my body.

He then started at my forehead, brushing my eyes and tickling my nose. He
gently kissed the feathers to my lips. He traced the cleavage between my
pecs down to my belly button and back up. Over and over he circled my tits,
tickling and tantalizing the nubs until they were fully engorged. I
moaned. My tits have always had a direct beam to my dick.

He brushed my taint, then circled my balls. Around and around he brushed my
shaft. Precum oozed from my piss slit. My cock was as hard as steel. I
realized that this wasn't for tickling's sake.  All of my senses had surged
to the surface. It was as if my whole body yearned to orgasm.

Jake knelt in front of me. He licked up the inside of each thigh. He licked
each of my balls, pulling each into his mouth, washing them with his
saliva. When they were fully drenched, he blew gently on them.  Shivers
coursed through my body.

Jack pulled himself into my back. He crushed his groin into my butt,
driving the plug deep into my ass.  He hugged me to him, encircling my
torso with his meaty arms. Gently he toyed with my nipples, working them
with the tips of his fingers.

Jake licked up my shaft, then circled my corona. He fucked my piss slit
with the tip of his talented tongue, spreading my oozing precum over the
head of my cock. He easily engulfed my throbbing cock, swallowing it to the
base in one gulp. Slowly he began to fuck my cock with his mouth as Jack
worked my tits. It was as if they were completely in sync.

I was in heaven. The sexual tension was building inside my groin like a
volcano about to erupt. My balls drew up inside of me, ready to spew my
load.

Then, nothing.  Nothing!

I looked down. Jake was looking up at me with an evil smile his face. Jack
was at his side, a black box in his hand.

"I've got to cum," I exclaimed.

Nothing.

I pulled against my bindings. I thrust outward, humping the air. "Fuck, I
need to cum. Make me cum!"

Jake pumped me one time. I thrust into his fist. He pulled away. "You'll
cum when we say you can cum."

Suddenly the point of tension just before ejaculation screamed inside of
me.

Shit, shit, shit! So this is what edging is all about. Fuck, I hate it!

Beads of perspiration formed on my brow. Sweat trailed down my sides from
my pits and traveled the length of my spine, chilled by the cool air of the
room. What did they want from me? What did they expect from me? My balls
and dick felt as though they would explode. This was pure torture.

Jack set the box aside. He rolled my tits between his fingers until they
were plump and hard. He then snapped a clip on each one. Pain shot through
my pecs. My cock jerked.

He replaced the leash with a light chain through the center ring in the
collar around my neck. He fastened each end to a clip, then gave the chain
a tug for good measure. He averted his eyes from mine, never looking at me
as he picked back up the black box.

Jake returned from a shelf with a leather contraption. I groaned as he
pulled my aching balls down, wrapping one band around them, then cinching
it tight. He wrapped another strap around my dick and balls, and tightened
a third around the base of my throbbing cock. I didn't think it could get
any harder, yet the constriction seemed to force even more blood through my
veins to the screaming head of my cock.

He smirked. "Look, Bro. This guy thinks he's such a stud. Look at that
little prick he calls a cock.  Pathetic."

I bit my lip. I knew Jake was doing everything he could to break me. I
looked at Jack. Rather than support, he had the same evil grin on his face
as his twin.

He flipped a switch on the black box and began turning dials. The plug
inside my ass began to vibrate, setting my prostate into overdrive. He
turned another dial. An electrical shock pulsed through my body and balls
into my cock. My pelvis involuntarily thrust into Jake's lubed fist. The
spasm made me jerk my head, pulling the chain tight on the tit clips. Pain
and pleasure coursed through my body.

"Fuck!"  I screamed.

Again and again Jack turned the dials.

His words came back to haunt me. I truly was on the edge of pleasure and
the brink of despair. My body writhed in waves of pain and pleasure. I was
sure my balls would explode any minute. Between pulses, I whimpered,
"Please stop. Please let me cum. Please, I beg you."

Jake held up his hand to stop Jack. "Please what?"

I took a deep breath. "Please, sir. Please, sir, let me cum."

Jack switched off the box and laid it on a shelf. He removed the clamps. I
cringed as he flicked my tortured tits with the tip of his tongue. I gasped
as he slapped each one with the palm of his hand, then ground them into my
chest with his thumb.

Jake loosened and removed the leather bindings from my balls and cock. My
body relaxed, even though my balls and cock still begged for attention. He
massaged my balls, squeezing them gently. He licked the precum from my piss
slit. In one gulp, he devoured my cock. At last I was going to get relief.

He pulled off. He spit into his hand and jerked me twice. Then he stood. He
got right up in my face. "Tell me once more what you want."

"Please, sir," I answered. "Please let me cum."

I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he spat in my face! I clenched
my fists in their restraints. I glared at him, gritting my teeth.

He slapped me. "You piece of shit," he screamed. "You say the words, but
you still think you're in control. You're not worth the trouble."

He grabbed the ropes holding up my arms. With a curse, he untied them. I
slumped to my knees.  Without saying a word, he unclipped the bar from my
wrist cuffs. At the same time, Jack did the same at my ankles.

I was free, yet my mind was in chaos. I was relieved, yet disappointed. Had
I failed? I didn't know whether to cry or laugh, run up the stairs or
apologize. I started to grab my cock to give it relief.

Without warning, they each grabbed an arm. They dragged me to the center of
the room. They threw me face down on the padded bench. My tortured cock and
balls and tits ground into the padding. Before I could resist, they locked
my wrists and ankles to the side bars. My ass was sticking up into the
air. My head hung off the end.

Shit, no! No more! The words screamed inside my head. Yet no sound came
from my mouth.

Jake snarled. "Brother, you know what to do. Cram that dick of yours down
this ungrateful cocksuckers throat." Jack did as he was told.

Jake slapped each of my butt cheeks hard with his open hand. Without
ceremony or warning, he jerked the plug from my ass. My scream was nothing
but a muffled sound around the massive man tool down my throat. Slap!
Jake's open palm met my right butt cheek. Slap! Then the left. Jack timed
his thrusts down my throat with each ensuing strike. I fought back the
tears. I would not give them the satisfaction to see me cry. I lost count
at twelve. I tried to concentrate on swallowing Jack's rod rather than the
excruciating pain to my butt.

They stopped just as suddenly as they had started. My ass was on fire. I
wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. Yet, a heat coursed through my body I
couldn't explain. My tortured tits, my aching balls, my swollen cock, my
glowing ass were all begging for more. What the fuck?

"Alright, Bro. Trade me places."

Fuck no. Not more. Shit!

Jake stood in front of me. Precum glistened at the tip of his cock. He
wiped it over my lips. I licked my lips. Surprisingly, his tasted different
than his brother's. It was sweeter; not as salty.

He slapped me on each cheek with his cock, then pressed it to my
lips. "Open up, cocksucker." I did as I was told. He worked the head past
my lips, then began to fuck my mouth deeper with each thrust. By this time,
my throat was open. He drove into me, his balls slapping my chin with each
thrust.

I heard the rip of a condom. Cool lube dribbled down my ass crack. Jack
smeared it into my hole with his thumb. The tip of a finger entered
me. Then the entire finger. A second finger, then a third joined.

He fucked me with them, then pulled out, leaving me empty. The head of his
cock slipped past my sphincter. He paused to let me adjust, then pushed in
slowly. He pulled out until just the head remained.  Then suddenly he
plunged in, his balls slapping mine, his pubs grinding into my burning ass
cheeks.

They set up a rhythm, over and over, each thrusting into me to the
hilt. Suddenly, they both pulled out, leaving me with a completely empty
feeling. Both my mouth and my ass begged to be filled.

Jake knelt in front of me. He whispered, "Are you ready to call 'red'?"  I
knew I could end it there. Enough was enough.  My weary body called for
mercy. Yet that heat inside me would not die. My swollen cock begged for
release. I pondered my fate.

I slowly lifted my head. With what strength I had left within me, I spit in
his face. "Go for the 'green', Mother Fucker." I snarled.

As if in slow motion, he wiped my spit from his cheek. He looked at his
brother. "You heard him," he growled.

They unclamped my ankles, then threw the ankle cuffs to one side. They
unclamped my wrists, then dragged me to the bed. Rings dangled from each of
the corner metal posts. They threw me on my back.  A wrist was attached to
each of the head posts.

For the first time, I realized the ceiling above the bed was mirrored. Jake
nodded upward. "Yeah. You're gonna be able to watch what happens next, you
little Prick. You're gonna get fucked like you've never been fucked
before. You're gonna get Lewis cock crammed down your throat and rammed up
your ass.  By the time we're through with you, you won't be able to walk or
talk for a week."

He grabbed my ankles, lifting and spreading my legs into the air. He glared
down at me. Get ready, boy, 'cause you're about to get bred by a real
man. He nodded to Jack. "Assume the position."

Jack straddled my chest. He pushed his nob to my lips. I didn't resist as
he shoved it into my mouth. By this time, it felt like it belonged there. I
felt Jake's tool pressing at my puckered hole. I pushed against him. He
slid past the outer muscles. With one thrust, his balls slapped my tender
ass cheeks.

I watched in the mirror above me as they set up a rhythm, thrusting into me
from both ends. It seemed surreal, as if this was the culmination of all
that had come before. I met each thrust with my throat and ass, savoring
each one. Again and again they plowed me from both ends.

There was a pause. Jack swung off my chest. He unclamped my wrists. I
grabbed my legs, pulling them back even farther. Jake drove into me deeper
than anyone had ever been. Jack straddled my face, fucking my throat with
his own deep thrusts.

Jake climbed up even further. He trapped one leg under his, then stretched
the other over his shoulder. I felt as if I would split in two. He began to
drive into me relentlessly, pounding my prostate and ass like a pile
driver. Jack continued to ram his cock farther and farther down my throat.

My throat was raw. My ass was devastated. My dick was in agony. I was in
heaven. I sucked and fucked, meeting each of their thrusts with vengeance.

I felt my balls tighten. At the same time, I could feel both twin's dicks
expand inside me. As if it were choreographed, we blew at the same time. I
shot rope after pent up rope of my spunk over my chest and chin. I
swallowed what seemed like a gallon of Jack's cum, while Jake filled my gut
with his sperm.

We collapsed, a sweaty, slimy, panting mass. Jake crawled up beside me on
the left, with Jack on the right. They both kissed me, then kissed each
other. Jake brushed his fingers over my cheek. "You OK?"  he whispered.  I
put my arms around their necks and brought them in close. I kissed each
one, then replied, "When are we going for the 'green'."

Our laughter filled the room.

***

We lay there, making out like teenagers in heat. It was incredible to watch
them - two beautiful, identical men making out above me, then with me. As
tired as I was, my dick again struggled to attention.

Finally, Jack pushed away. "We need to get cleaned up, get something to
eat, and get ready for the party tonight."

"Shit," I said, shaking my head. "I'm exhausted. There's no way I can party
tonight."

Jack kissed me. "Man, you don't want to miss this one. Go take a nap." He
added, "Oh, and Robby and Tim said to tell you they'll have a steak on the
grill for you later."

I started to get up. Jake pulled me to him. "You know, you're one fucking
stud. You make one hell-of-a bottom." He laughed. "But you'll never make a
decent sub."

I smiled and kissed him. "Good to know. Not that I didn't try."

Jack winked at me. "We'll have to see what we can work out at the party
tonight."

Shit.

...To be continued.

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