Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 01:50:11 EDT
From: Botpuppy@aol.com
Subject: The Kid at the Bar, Part 10

The Kid at the Bar
Part 10
By: botpuppy@aol.com


I was the first to wake up, was content to lie there between my two guys. For
the first time that I could remember, I didn't wake up with a hardon. The
thrill of Steve's cock in me still lingered, and the memory of my orgasm left
me feeling so content that I thought of nothing so much as how lucky I had
been to go to that bar.. Steve had turned and was sleeping on his side,
giving me a view of his back. I thrilled at the sight, his wide shoulders
tapering to the narrow waist, and that graceful upward curve of his buttocks.
This is what Michelangelo had in mind when he chiseled David from a chunk of
marble, but I was admiring a man in the flesh.

So I just lie there, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, until the
realization hit me. These guys had their pick of any guy or girl they wanted.
I had no illusions that this would be a lasting relationship, and I didn't
care. I would be satisfied now however this turned out. I noticed that it was
near 8 o'clock and wondered if the boys needed to be anyplace this morning. I
nudged Jack gently hoping that he would wake up.

I didn't know how he would receive this, but I bent over and took his dick in
my mouth. He was about halfway to an erection, the way guys wake up in the
morning, and I just let him rest in my mouth savoring his smell and taste.
What was it that made even their aromas affect me? Just the dried sweat from
a night's sleep? Maybe a drop of cum? My own dick began to stir and I felt
the sticky remnants of Steve's semen in me. I didn't blame Jack for passing
me off to his best friend. It seems bizarre but actually, it was very
thoughtful of him. He knew I wanted, no, I needed to be fucked, and he felt
that with his injury, he wouldn't be able to perform well enough. He was
wrong about that, I would have been content to feel him, finally in me.

I felt Jack stiffen, then stir. Finally, he opened his eyes and flashed me a
grin. "Hi kid, umm, that feels good. Sorry about last night, did Steve take
good care of you?" "Oh, yeah, Jack, but I'm still waiting till you are ready
for me." "Well, how about now, kid, wanna climb on board and take a ride on
this rod of mine? Better lube me up, then I'll get you prepped."

I grabbed the tube and squeezed the stuff onto my hand, then massaged it onto
Jack's cock, concentrating on the big flanged head which was the thickest
part.  He was as hard as I had ever felt him and a drop of clear fluid sat on
his piss slit. Then Jack had his fingers in me, spreading my hole as he
worked the lube in.

"Here, kid, get up here, one foot on either side, facing me. What you need to
do is squat down over me with your hole above my dick. Get in position, Ill
guide you as you go down." This was much harder to do than lay on my back and
let Steve take over. I wondered if Jack thought that I had the kind of
control over my body that he did, but with some effort, I managed. His hands
cupped my ass cheeks as I lowered myself, hoping to be in position. I noticed
that the squatting position opened me up much the same way as when Steve
pinned my thighs back against my chest. He moved me forward slightly and then
I felt him. His cock head was at my entrance, and then I knew what I had to
do.

His hands still held my butt, but he was no longer supporting me, and I just
allowed myself to go down on him. The pain of the intrusion was not quite so
bad as when Steve had penetrated me, but Jack's cock was so thick that it
brought a tear to my eye. This time, I knew the pain wouldn't last long, and
with the lube and my own weight, he had broken through my sphincter quickly.
His hands still on my ass cheeks, he guided me up and down on the length of
his big cock wiggling around inside of me. I knew from last night that he,
too, was searching for that magic button that triggered the massive orgasm
that Steve had brought me to then.

When his cock had bottomed out in my hole, he paused for a while, then began
to rotate my ass on his prick. He had me on the edge already and I longed for
release, but I tried hard to resist so that Jack would get all the pleasure
he deserved. But soon I felt his dick swell even fatter, and I knew
instinctively that he was getting close. When I felt the first hot blast of
his cum, my own dick began firing into the air, the first shot landing on his
forehead, the last on his belly. He remained hard in me after I felt the last
of a big deposit of his cum coat my insides.

Then I heard Steve, "Hey bud, glad you're feeling better. You had me worried
last night. Anytime you pass up a beautiful piece of ass like Mark, I know
something's wrong." I was still somewhat embarrassed by these occasions,
feeling that such an intimate act was not meant to be a performance for an
audience. It didn't seem to bother them, but I rolled off of Jack, his cock
plopping out of me with a slurping sound.

"You probably forgot, dude, but the doc wants to check you out some more
today, maybe take some x- rays. Mark, give me a hand, and we'll get Jack
cleaned up, he's beginning to stink the place up." I began to remove the tape
so we could get him in the water, being as gentle as I could. With one arm
over each of our shoulders, Steve and I got Jack into the hot tub where he
could sit down. I turned on the water, then got in the tub with Jack and
began to lather him up, being careful to wash my cum off him, then wash his
pits. I thought, hey, I like that smell, why am I doing this?

I used a wash cloth, with the thought that this would be more fun barehanded,
but I didn't say anything. Then his cock, balls and even what I could of his
ass without having him stand. Finally I rinsed him off, wishing this were my
permanent job. Steve said, "looks like you can handle this, kid, I'm going to
shower myself."

I got Jack back to his room and dressed him. Taking a pair of briefs,
slipping them on, and debating whether he looked even sexier that way, with
his big cock and balls embraced by the soft blue cotton. "Here, Jack, these
gray slacks will be easier to slip into than those tight jeans of yours. Same
for this button down, and tee." I had a mischievous thought and got his
deodorant. With no warning, I raised his arms and rubbed it into his armpits.
"I'll get you for that, you little fucker. As soon as my ankle is better, I'm
gonna kick your pretty little ass." But he was grinning and I knew he wasn't
angry. "Aw c'mon Jack don't I deserve a fuck or a spanking for that?" A pair
of socks, and he was a picture out of a college recruitment poster.

Steve returned, fresh out of the shower, drying his hair again. "Let's go
down to the restaurant, I'm starved. But just then the phone rang and Steve
answered it. He got a puzzled expression on his face, then responded, "Yeah,
I guess you better send him up." "Jack, there's a state cop downstairs to see
you", and then to me, "Mark, you'd better leave now, no telling what this is
about."

I agreed quickly, not wanting to get in the way of whatever was about to
happen, and was in an elevator as the cop was getting off another one. He was
a big guy, even compared to Jack and Steve, not much older, and with another
of those chiseled bodies. He was quite an impressive specimen, his dark blue
uniform showing off a powerful build, and very sexy in his shiny black calf
high boots.

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By: botpuppy@aol.com