Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2005 04:49:14 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Colllecting Things 08

The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any
resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not
meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental
areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to
male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?

"Collecting Things" 08 (consentual bdsm)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Hey, Michael? Miiiiichael?" Rex called out, as he spooned the older man's
back.

"Hmmm..." Michael vaguely sighed, taking the arm that folded over his
stomach and then hugged back into his own body.

Not achieving his wakeup call, Rex struggled to free his arm from Michael,
sliding up his stomach. The nextup wakeup call came rather rudely.

"Ohhhh... ahhhh.. ughhhhhhhhh...ooooohhh....akkkkkkkk!"

Being successful at thoroughly gaining Michael's attention, he let go of
the bruised nip, as well as having the full view of his lover, now flipped
over.

"Oh man... did that hurt!"

Rex lay there, staring at Michael's darting face, looking down at his nip
and up at that cocky smile.

"Sure your nips hurt, Michael, but don't lie to me, telling me that you
didn't thoroughly enjoy the massage I gave them."

Now, crossing his arms over his hairy chest, Michael gently pats the nubs
of his swollen nips, with his fingertips.

"Ooooooh... yeah, sensitive, but not as firey as last night, I'd say."

"Still a lot of potential!"

Michael stopped his nips sensitivity test long enough to shoo Rex's hand
away from his cock.

"Oh man... Don't do that!"

Rex giggled, then replied, "And who's the boss?"

"You are, but you drained my balls so much, I need time to replenish." Then
realizing something else, his hand moves to his ass, a finger touching the
gaping hole. "Ooooh man!"

"At least you don't have to worry about getting constipated, Michael!"

"Oh fuck, Rex! That's gotta be the most disgusting thing!"

"Nah, I think the most disgusting thing is you waking up, after telling me
you love me and not offering me as much as a good morning kiss. All you're
concerned with are these..."

"YEEEEEOOOOOOOWWW!" Michael screamed, then was left to the rubble, after
Rex 'pinged' his left nip, with his index finger, propelled by his thumb.

"Haa ha ha ha haaaa!" Rex laughed his ass off.

"You like giving me pain?"

"Like your cock tells me different?"

"Alright, so I'm getting the hang of it, Rex. Like I said, I'm only liking
it, because it's 'you' doing it to me!"

"Yeah, sure Michael. My theory would more go like this. You're nips have
been asleep for all these years and, like this morning, feeling that wakeup
call."

"Theory, you call it?"

"That's right and your back is no different... hmm wonder what kind of
secret, painful treasure lies in these sleeping orbs?"

Michael, looking deep into his lover's face, didn't contest the fact that
he wouldn't suffer more on the eighteen year old's behalf, though he didn't
focus on his own balls. Instead, he created a diversion, enveloping the
youthful jock in his arms and planting a kiss on his lips. Sure, when they
hugged, his sore-to-the-touch nips reignited with that burning sensation,
but his pressing pubes channeled it into pleasure.

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In one of the larger suites, four college jocks busied themselves, in
getting showered.

"Awsome fuck, John. I didn't know you had it in you!"

The nineteen year old 'navel freak', hefted his lowrise briefs up, looking
at his stomach in the mirror.

"Yeah, thanks," the reply started out energetic, but dissapated, as he
stare at his bellyhole.

Steve, a year younger, but inch taller, peered over his shoulder.

"What's the matter, John? What are you looking at?"

"My navel. Man, after all that work Michael did on it yesterday, look how
small it is."

"What do you want with it?"

"Nothing."

While they both stare at it in the mirror, Steve moved his hand around
John's body. Both watched, as if a crawling snake, his index finger finding
the deep indentation.

"Oooooooooooh fuck!" John called out, as Steve penetrated the opening, big
enough to accomodate the digit.

"Ooooh man, John."

"What Steve?"

"If you're feeling 'that' much pleasure, I think I want to have my navel
worked over, too."

"What can I say Steve, some ruff guys like their nips torture, or their
balls. My forte is my bellyhole."

"Yeah and that word, John."

"What? Bellyhole?"

"Yeah. It's so.. soooo sexy!"

Not having even to touch John's cock in any way, the prodding of his
bellyhole, caused him to swell, the hard shaft beginning to throb and
produce a strand of goo.

"Oh man. I think I have to fuck you again, Steve!"

"Cool! Let's do it!"

Steve already had a grip on the back of the college jock's brief, pulling
the narrow fabric down, to reveal the lily white butt.

"I think 'I' need some prodding now," Steve called out.

Bending over the ass, lightly covered with blond hair, that shone like
gold, from the light fixtures in the jon, Steve carefully pulled apart the
cheeks. Before John could protest, he was praising Steve, with moans, as
the eighteen year old's tongue darted in and out of his virgin asschute.

"Ooooooooooh fuck!" John called out, now holding on to the towel bar, with
two hands.

Reaching behind himself, John stole one of Steve's hands away and placed it
on the lower part of his abdomen. As a primate, knowing what to do, his
hand gravitated over the lightly hairy body, feeling up the treasure trail,
before poking the bellyhole. Steve began a rhythm, his tongue fucking
John's assrim, while his finger fucked his navel. John took on a new
role. For now, his cock fucking Steve's ass faded, like coming out of a
dream. Instead, his left arm slacked behind him, finding the rod between
Steve's legs. His right hand grasped his own piece of meat. Keeping both
hands in sync, he stroked them both like mad.

"Ooooh yeah!" Steve stopped long enough to say.

John shouted, as if angered, "Don't fuckin' stop, Steve!"

At the same time, Steve had to stop John's bellyhole workover, in order to
open up John's ass, to get his tongue buried.

"Steve, you fuck!"

He could tell John a bit perturbed, but laughed off the attitude. He sensed
some deprivation, too when the rhythm of John's hand on his cock,
died. That made him take a nose dive back up John's ass, his tongue sinking
deep within and moving about. Like machinery, the two started to move
together in rhythm.

"What the fuck is this?"

Steve didn't dare back off.

"Hey Ben?"

"What, Phil?"

"C'mere. Looks like we got ourselves a fuckin' orgy here!"

By the time Ben dried himself off and folded the towel around his waist,
tucking it in nicely, then reported to the adjoining jon, Phil had his cock
all firmed up and ready for planting, standing directly behind Steve.

"Oooooh no you don't, Philip Sardi! If anybody's getting their ass fucked
by your cock, it's me!"

"Uuumppppffff!" Ben belched out, as Phil's hand pushed him on the back,
throwing his body up against the tile.

"No problem, Ben. Hey, John, want to double fuck Ben?"

"What're you on drugs, Phil?"

"Nah. Just hot on my boy's ass!"

Squeezing some lotion from the vanity bottle, Phil primed Ben's hole, much
to his approval.

"Oh yeah... never had two cocks in at once. Bet it's a trip!" Ben sighed,
all too willing.

"Two cocks?" Steve gasped. "It's all my virgin ass could take, is John's
fat meat!"

"Hell with them, Phil. Fuck me!"

"Looks like you didn't act fast enough, John! Hee.. Heeee," Phil laughed
his ass off.

Pulling on Ben's shoulders, he flipped him around, bending him over the
spacious vanity. The tip of his 9c, already embedded in the crevice, soon
hit it's destination. Both getting a charge, they wailed in unison, as if
the 'two tenors', hitting the same high note at once.

"That's just fuckin' dandy!" John complained, yet not really angry, as he
turned to find Ben's ass all bedded.

"Um, it's not like you don't have an ass to dive into, John!" Steve
reminded him.

"Hmm.." Watching Phil pump away at his cousin's ass and the invitation that
seemed so intriguing, he began to get some torturous ideas well up inside
him, along with a cum-rush.

"Steve, take some of that lotion and work your cock," John said softly.

With Phil working Ben's soft innards, he didn't pay much attention to John
and Steve.

"What are you going to do, John?"

"Plant a nice sweet surprise on Phil here. He'll learn not to invite and
then 'uninvite'!"

"Are you thinking of doing what I think you're gonna do, John?"

"Depends if we're both on the same horny wavelength, Steve."

Steve had never fucked a guy, but at this strange moment, he sensed that he
might like taking a stab at it.

"Um, who's ass am I gonna penetrate?"

"This could be dangerous, Steve."

"Oh? And how does that go, John?"

"Us two thinking alike?"

"However, Steve, a confessed total bottom, began to alter his thoughts."

"Um, wouldn't be your ass that I'm gonna penetrate, would it John dear?"

Grinning, John flicked his eyebrows, saying, "Can you get 'into it',
Steve?"

Not needing a bit of coaxing, he replied, "I'm ready when you are, John,
but can you take it?"

"Told you already, Steve. I can swing both ways, when the occasion calls
for it."

Pumping a gob of lotion out into his own hand, John lubed up his already
hard shaft.

"C'mon, Steve. We've got to rush him, if we want to pull this off."

"I'm right behind you, John," Steve giggled, at the double meaning.

However, when they indeed rushed Phil, buried in Ben's ass, Phil happened
to look up and into the mirror, at the opportune time.

"Ooooh shit!"

It's not like somebody didn't pull this joke on Phil before. The first time
was practice. His brother, Michael warned him of games boys play, so his
quick action, to move aside proved fruitful the first time, as a college
bud tried planting his cock up his ass. That guy rammed into the wall,
complaining that he sprained his cock. For John, however, it became a
different legend.

Coming at Phil's ass, ramming speed, John held his cock in his hand,
already to jamb it inside the hot chamber. Phil, on the other hand, pressed
both hands on Ben's torso and like the space shuttle leaving the space
station, disengaged with great timing. John couldn't put the brakes on fast
enough, slamming against his cousin's back, his cock mashing up against his
ass, the tip entering at the speed of sound, with a farting sound.

"Oooooh shit, John!" Ben called out, his face contorted, as the 8c drove
straight in.

As John came to realize that he had missed his target and drove his cock
into his own blood relation's ass, he didn't feel the same excitement.

"Ooooh Ben, I'm sorry man!"

However, Phil, standing behind the cousins, had other plans. Steve hadn't
invaded ass yet.

Placing his hand on Steve's shoulder, Phil says, "How's it go, Steve?"

"What, Phil?"

"Do unto another, before they do it to you?"

"What are you talking about, Phil?"

"Hey, let me up!" John wailed.

Phil's knee up against John's ass, prevented John from evacuating the
premises.

"Shame that your cock is all greased up and no place to go, Steve."

"Um, don't suppose you want your ass fucked, Phil?"

John complained to high heaven, to be let up, however, Ben was quite
contented with his cousin's strugglings to break free.

"Not mine, but I'd sure like to continue with the action,
however... ahem... I think it's payback time!"

With a glint of evil in his eye, Phil took clenched the back of Steve's
neck and turned him towards the pileup. His other hand helped Steve's cock
glide towards it's port of entry.

"I don't know about this, Phil. I never fucked an ass before."

While Steve's face peered down at his cock, the tip now slipping into
John's ass crevice, Phil smiled, as he helped feed it in.

"Quit your fuckin' struggling, John! What's gonna happen is gonna happen!"

"I'll get you for this, Phil! I swear!"

"Oh yeah, John. You're lucky it's Steve's cock and not my hand going up
your fuckin' ass!"

As soon as John felt his ass being parted, he indeed began to calm
down. But only for a little while. With Ben feeling no guilt, John forgot
about the relative point of view and began feeding off the sexual
connection.

"Oooooh man... ooooh man... sure is hot in here!" Steve said, feeling his
cock adjust to his first fuck.

"It only gets better, Steve."

"I don't know if I like this man," Steve continued trying to talk himself
out of it.

"Oh yeah? Just wait Steve. You're gonna love taking ass!"

Still in a nasty, but friendly repose, Phil decided to help along on
Steve's first fuck. Not really needing to provoke himself, but evenly
stroking his slick dick, for the sheer sexual pleasure, he positioned
himself up against Steve's ass. With one big plunge, he sank into Steve's
ass, causing Steve's casual entry to break free and take on the same
movement.

All three gasped out loudly, crying, "Ooooh fuck" or "Oooh shit" or "Ooooh
man", whichever took over their being, cock drove cock on, into the man in
front of them. The two men receiving the greatest thrill, had been the
bottoms, Ben and Steve.

Ben, even though his cock and balls remained crushed up against the vanity,
shouted out in ecstasy, as his cousins shaft, propelled by the force behind
the power, pressed in further than Ben thought a cock could go.

John cursed, but then when he found out how hot an ass his cousin had, he
began getting used to the fact that it didn't matter a hill of beans if the
ass belonged to a blood relative.

Steve, totally convinced in the beginning that he was going to hate this,
actually loved the gangbang. Entirely by accident, the repulsive action of
trying to exit, then being driven back in by Phil's fuck, stimulated his
cock fibers like never before, plus his own ass benefitted from the
stretching and forceful filling.

All Phil could think about at first, was the vengeful efforts, however, as
he plowed on, working Steve's ass chamber over, he grew more and more
attached to the eighteen year old.

"Ooooh man... what a fuckin' hot ass you've got Steve!"

What else could Steve say, in this 'dream', but "thanks!"

"Oooh man, John... why did we wait so long?"

"I dunno, Ben.. I dunno, but your ass is fantastic!"

The steam that filled the rather large jon, didn't come from any hot
water. A good portion of the morning, spent at the vanity table, went on
for an hour and a half.

Finally, Phil said, "I gotta have you to myself, Steve."  Then, being
selfish, Phil broke the chain, his cock still into Steve to the hilt,
saying, "Sorry fellas," pulled back on Steve's shoulders, yanking his cock
out of John's ass, turning Steve around and pointing him out of the jon and
into the bedroom. Back to the same bed that the four slept in, only then
did Phil dislodge his shaft, sending Steve plummeting onto the bed, chest
first.

"Yeah, get rough on me, Phil!" Steve half kidded.

Phil, all serious-like, assures him, "Oh, I fully intend on doing just
that!"

Phil wasn't any stranger to roughness. After all, he's Michael Sardi's
brother and he's seen Michael in action with his playmates.

"I'll make it as rough as you want it, Steve!"

"Oh yeah," Steve called out.

"Want it rough, boy? Huh?"

"Yeah, man. Pour it on!"

Like never before in his life, Steve felt the ultimate adrenaline
cum-rush. Feeling the wind knocked out of him, Steve cried out, the same
time his air left his lungs. Next thing he knew, eighteen year old Philip
Sardi hairy chest and stomach lay flat against his back. Phil went for
Steve's hairy head, grabbing up the mane, flicking his Steve's face towards
his own.

"You want it rough boy?"

"Yeah!" Steve asked too willingly, smiling. "Do me... no limits!"

"No problem, man... no problem," Philip replied, letting Steve's head turn
back into the bed.

Receding from his lying down position, Phil got up, sliding his knee down
Steve's asscheeks. His knee finally made contact with Steve's balls,
flattened against the bed.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkooooooooooooohshiiiiiiit!" Steve called out in
pain.

Phil couldn't see Steve's face, as he cried into the mattress, but knew how
it went. It's not the first time he's caused another guy deliberate pain
and he wasn't about to let up.

"You think that feels bad, well I'm just getting started, 'boy'!"

Seeing Steve pressing his palms into the bed, Phil leaned harder on his
knee, crushing Steve's balls more, as his hands went for the worked out
jock's wrists. Taking hold of Steve's arms, he pulled backwards on both
limbs, now holding both wrists in his hands and pulling upwards.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkooooooooohhhhhhfuckakkkkkkkkkk!" Steve called out again,
in pain.

"What the fuck you doing, Phil?"

"Giving the boy what he wants!"

Phil enunciated the word, 'want', with a more intent lean on his knee, at
the same time as bringing Steve's arms up, in a more precarious position.

"Steve, you want this?"

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooohfuckyeaaaaaaah!"

Ben and John looked at each other, shrugging shoulders.

Finally, Ben commented, "Looks like fun to me, John."

"Ben, c'mon. Having sex with you is one thing, but I can't torture you,
okay?"

"Yeah, I understand and yeah, I did enjoy the sex."

At least the two agreed on one of the issues, however John could sse that
Ben staring at Phil's knee hugging Steve's balls and the way Phil
occasionally yanked up on Steve's arms, then lowered them, drove him insane
with jealousy.

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cbt to be continued.........

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