Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2012 18:12:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Kye,"  Part 6

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"Kye"
      Part 6


     "You're fired."

     I stood there, not being able to comprehend what I had just heard.  My
mind was fuzzy anyway, based on all the sexual activity from last evening.
But I never expected to hear news like was being delivered to me this
morning.  A simple sentence, but a complex message.  I really needed to
hear it again, so that I could understand it.

     "Sir, could you please repeat what you..."

     "You're fired.  What's the matter, Christopher, do you have shit in
your ears?  You are done with Gregerson foods, so clean out your desk, RFN!

     "RFN, sir?"

     "Right fucking now!" Gregerson bellowed.

     "Mr. Gregerson, sir, your store managers don't have desks.  We just
have a corner of the office to throw...

     "Shut up, already.  You are done!  I don't want to hear another thing.
Get out of my store."  Gregerson turned to leave.

     "Don't I at least deserve an explanation of WHY I'm getting fired?" I
asked.

     "I expect my managers to watch the entire store, not just where the
action is taking place.  There is no way on earth that someone should have
been able to waltz in and steal the store blind.  You're just lucky that
they didn't kill Sarah, or any of the customers, or anyone else."
Gregerson was getting red in the face, and the veins in his neck began to
stick out.  "I don't pay my managers to clean up the floor.  I expect them
to pay attention; to manage the store."

     "I came in on my off time to handle a problem.  Why am I being blamed
for what happened?"

     Gregerson moved menacingly toward me, pointing an accusing finger into
my face.  "Get the fuck out of my store!"  Then he turned again to leave.
I couldn't resist asking two more questions.

     "And whose idea was it to have cheap-ass safes in your grocery
stores?" I shouted in his direction.  "You know, the kind a kid could walk
off with?"  He continued toward the door, acting as though he hadn't heard
me.  Now, for the question I really wanted answered.

     "Would you be treating me this way, firing my ass, if I was married to
that ugly dog you call your daughter?"

     If you can imagine being rushed by a rabid St. Bernard, minus the fur,
then you know how I felt right about then.  Gregerson, even though he'd
turned sixty-five this year, threw his shoulder into my gut and knocked me
against the wall.  As I bounced off it, he brought up his knee into my
groin, crushing my nuts.  I crumpled to the floor in pain.  Then he kicked
me in the side, turned me over with his foot, and proceeded to rain down
blows onto my face.  If his bodyguard hadn't pulled him off of me, he could
have done permanent damage.  As he turned to leave, he spit on me and added
just one more piece of information.

     "In case you think that my goodbye hug will be on the store security
footage, think again.  I turned the cameras off when I arrived, just in
case something like this happened.  I never trusted you, and for the
record, my daughter is too good for you!"  Then he left.

     I was alone in the office.  Gregerson and his bodyguard had closed the
door as they left.  I struggled to my feet.  My entire body hurt, but when
I looked in the small mirror above the tiny worktable in the dinky office,
I discovered that my face should probably hurt the most—it hurt me just
to look at it!  Skin was split in various places, and I would have at least
one shiner, maybe two.  My nose was swelling, but I don't think it was
broke.  For an old guy, he still was a bull.

     I stumbled over to the store security system, and removed the false
front that I had installed.  Sure enough, the remote control had done its
job.  I had turned the store cameras back on when I had arrived at work at
seven o'clock this morning to see old man Gregerson's car in my parking
space at the side of the store.  He never, ever visits a store that early
in the morning unless it is bad news.  I had originally installed the
remote device to turn the security cameras off or on from outside the
store, but today it had finally paid off.  On my way in, I hit the remote,
and it told me the cameras were off, which they should never be.  So I
turned them back on; Gregerson would be seeing this footage again, in
court.  Good thing, too, that the upgrade had included audio!

     I began to drive home, but realized that I didn't want to be alone
today, so I swung the Jeep onto the Interstate, taking a cross-town
shortcut to Trey and Mitch's house.  They wouldn't be expecting me—hell,
they might not even be up yet.  Or they might be up, but not out of bed.
That third option caused my dress slacks to tent as I drove.  Maybe I could
join them in a little pre-breakfast workout!

     I knocked on the door, but got no response.  I tried the door, and it
opened.  I guess big guys like these don't worry as much about home
invasion.  Someone stumbling in on these guys would most certainly get the
worst of the bargain.

     I walked down the hallway to the family room and peeked in.  Kye was
still there, shackled in place, but sleeping.  Or passed out.  Doesn't look
like they did anything to clean him up from last evening.  I wondered what
else they had in store for him.  I was tempted to take another go at him,
but chose instead to continue looking for my guys.

     I backtracked down the hallway to the door I thought might lead to
their bedroom.  I opened it slowly so as not to startle them.  All I saw
was boxes of stuff.  Storage.  I closed the door, and tried another.

     Jackpot!  There was Trey, long-dicking Mitch from behind.  Mitch's
tool stood at attention, but was getting no attention.  They were entangled
in a passionate kiss, Mitch's body twisted back so that he could place his
lips on Trey's lips, his tongue in Trey's mouth.  They were moaning loudly
enough that they heard nothing as I tiptoed into the bedroom and knelt down
on Mitch's side of the bed.  I wanted to deepthroat Mitch's luscious cock,
but thought it might interrupt the show that they were putting on for me.
So I just stayed there and watched, and listened.  And got harder than
steel!

     The light green sheets on the bed were twisted into a tangle around
the bodies of both men.  Sweat glistened off both of the gorgeous bodies,
and the room continued to resound with the sounds of joy and the smells of
ecstatic sex.

     The fucking, the kissing, the groaning began to pick up speed.  I
could hear the slap-slap-slap of skin on skin.  Trey must be slamming his
cock into Mitch's willing hole and Mitch's body seemed to rebound each time
to slam back onto Trey's manmeat.  Trey reached around with his free right
hand and twisted Mitch's nips, first the right one which was closer, then
the left.  As he strained to reach across Mitch's body to reach the left
tit, he squeezed Mitch tight against his body, as though he was trying to
force the air out of Mitch's lungs.  Mitch reached back with his right arm,
grabbed the back of Trey's head, and pulled it harder onto his mouth.  I
could imagine that he was trying to stick his tongue as far into Trey's
mouth as he could, trying to reach his throat to tickle the opening.

     Again the moaning ramped up to a higher, faster rate, maybe even
reaching a `fever pitch' as stories sometimes describe.  Nothing against
stories, but being here, experiencing the real thing, could not be topped.
Suddenly Mitch began a high pitched squeal, and I knew I'd be getting my
treat soon!

     Sure enough, within a few seconds, a huge blast of steaming hot spooge
escaped his cock at launch velocity.  Good thing that I knew it was coming,
so its trip was short, landing on my tongue not three inches away from
Mitch's cock.  As he continued to shoot blast after blast of cum, he began
to writhe all over the bed, and I couldn't keep up with him.  Most of the
cock honey, after the first blast, landed on my face and neck, but a little
still landed in my mouth.  I wanted to hold it there till they noticed me,
then make a show of swallowing it.  But it tasted too good, and I couldn't
resist gulping it down my throat.  Mitch had the sweetest baby batter I had
ever tasted, and I'd been to the adult video booths many times—it is
probably one of the few things a closeted gay man can do without giving
himself away.

     Trey and Mitch finally broke the kiss.  Trey was telling Mitch that
each day, the fucks got better, so both must have cum.

     Trey noticed me first, as he caught a glance of me out of the corner
of his eye.  He looked past Mitch, and swore, "Holy fuck!  What happened to
you?"  Mitch jerked his head around to see what Trey was looking at, and
horror shown on his face.  "My God, who did this?"  What a bunch of drama
queens!

     "All I did was catch some of Mitch's cum on my face.  He was shootin'
all over, and I didn't want to interrupt anything by taking his cock in my
mouth.  Might have scared both of you shitless!"

     "No, that's not what I mean," Mitch choked out as tears came to his
eyes.  "Who beat the crap out of your face?

     "You didn't total your jeep, or kill somebody, did you?"  Trey asked
seriously.

     Oh, that," I said way too calmly.  "I lost my job, and what you see is
my former boss's idea of a pink slip."

     "He fired you, then beat you up?  Do you want us to get even with him
for you?  We could make room for him in the family room," Mitch asked.

     "He'd be real sorry real soon," Trey added.

     "No, I had it coming.  Not losing my job; he was way out of line
firing me.  But I did ask for the beatdown.  I asked if he would have fired
me if I had married his ugly dog of a daughter.  Seems I struck a sensitive
spot, and then so did he—he kneed me in the balls."

     "My god, is there any part of you that he didn't attack?"  Trey had
disbelief written all over his face.  "The man is an animal."

     "And that might explain why he had an ugly dog for a daughter!"  I
laughed, then groaned because it hurt to laugh.

     Everyone was quiet for just a moment, and then I added, "You guys want
to kiss the parts that hurt?"

     Trey smiled a little, then asked, "Can you get up here on the bed, or
should I lift you in?"

     "Yes, I definitely need you to lift my body, and caress me close to
your chest as you gently lay me between the two of you.  Will you both be
able to reach all my body parts if I am between you?"

     "Fuck you!" Mitch squealed with a broad grin on his face.  "Get your
ass up here, now!"  I don't think you're hurt that bad."

     "Oh, it hurts all right, but a little kissing and licking will make
things much better.  By the way, my ass is probably the only part that
didn't get beat, but if you want to kiss and lick it, I won't mind."

     No more words were spoken, for quite a while.  Trey and Mitch began on
my face, bathing it with their tongues, cleaning away the manmilk and
blood, but also taking away the pain.  They bathed my ears, my neck and
proceeded down to my chest, where they cleaned away the spooge and blood
that had dripped down from my face.  They massaged and cleaned around my
nips, and down to my navel.  They took the time to lift both my arms over
my head, and licked my pits.  We all knew that there was no pain or blood
there, but hey, why waste the opportunity.  They alternated between my pits
and my nips until I was wriggling around between them, barely able to stay
in place.  I was beginning to moan and groan, and a barely audible "fuck
me" escaped from my lips.  Trey and Mitch each whispered, one in each ear,
"I will."

     They worked their way down again, with Trey working his tongue into
the crack between my ass cheeks, and Mitch reaching down past my throbbing
cock to pop both of my nuts into his mouth.  He was careful to lick and
chew on them without causing much discomfort, just enough to package a
little pain with the pleasure.

     Then Mitch got busy, deep-throating my cock and then slowly dragging
his mouth off of it, just to turn around and go down again.  He may have
been dragging his teeth along the bottom of my mantool, but it was so hard
that I wasn't sure of any sensation that it was relaying to my brain.

     Trey had finished cleaning my crack, and then he dug his fingers into
the edges of my butt cheeks, pulling my asshole apart so that he could pack
some spit into the opening.  Then he jammed one, two, three, four fingers
into my hole.  Two fingers from each hand wiggled in, and he proceeded to
pull my hole open.  His tongue poked its way into the depths of my velvety
canal, massaging the sides vigorously.  Then, Trey quickly pulled out his
tongue, shifted his body upwards, and positioned his sextool at the door to
my cave.  He leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I'm going to fuck you long,
and deep, and hard, again and again and again.  I'm going to fuck you until
you want me to stop, but I won't.  You'll beg me not to stop, and I won't.
You'll beg me to make you cum, but I won't.  You'll beg me to fuck you
forever, and I will."  Then he stuck his tongue in my ear, just like I'd
seen Mitch do to him yesterday, and he bathed it in spit.  Next, he grabbed
onto my earlobe with his teeth, and as he held my head in place with that
small hold, he buried his cock, all nine and a half inches, into my ass
with one jab.  He took away my breath, and he slammed my cock into Mitch's
throat.  For his part, Mitch reached behind me, slipping his hands between
my ass and Trey's body.  He cupped the globes of my ass and pulling me into
his face, held my cock deep in his throat.  And it wasn't going to go
anywhere for a while.

     Trey continued to piston into me, deep and long and hard as he had
promised.  Mitch bobbed up and down on my sausage, licking, sucking,
kissing all along the shaft.  They would bring me to the edge, and then as
they sensed me begin to just go past the edge, they'd back off and slow
down, then begin all over again.

     Suddenly, Trey began to jackhammer at my ass.  He hit bottom
repeatedly, then pulled almost all the way out.  Mitch joined him in
sucking my cock into a frenzy.  Every nerve in my body was on overload, and
I had to reach up and cross my arms over my head because it felt like my
head was going to come off, or explode.  It took only a few seconds, and I
began blasting hot scalding semen down Mitch's throat.  He didn't back off,
taking the whole load directly into his throat.  My ass muscles clamped
down on Trey huge pole, and it responded by coating the walls of my shit
chute with thick whitewash, shot after shot after shot.

     It took a few minutes for my brain to begin to clear.  Mitch pulled
off my cock, and Trey withdrew his fuckstick from my hole.  I was just
about to tell them just how great they had made me feel, and how they had
removed the pain from beating I had taken.  But Trey reached up and placed
a finger across my lips.  He didn't want me to say anything.

     Then he and Mitch rolled me over between them, so I was facing Trey,
with my back to Mitch.  Mitch wiggled down till his tongue was able to lick
around my well-used hole, and he began to lick and suck around it, even
nipping at it with his teeth, begging for admittance.  While he worked to
get into my hole to retrieve the present deposited there by his good
friend, Trey leaned in again to whisper in my other ear.  He spoke for
Mitch when he told me, "My buddy is going to suck my load out of your ass.
Then he's going to pass it to me, and I'm going to pass it to you for you
to savor.  Then he's going to replace that missing load with one of his
own.  He's going to fuck you deep, and long, and hard, again and again and
again.  He's going to fuck you until you want him to stop, but he won't.
You'll beg him not to stop, and he won't.  You'll beg him to make you cum,
but he won't.  You'll beg him to fuck you forever, and he will."

     Then he looked deep into my eyes, and didn't move.  I couldn't look
away, couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow.  My body seemed paralyzed by his
look.  He broke the look only to turn his head to lock lips with Mitch, who
had finished sucking at my ass.  He'd gotten every bit of cum from my hole,
and was now sharing it with his buddy.  Trey then brought the offering to
my lips, holding his head just a little above mine, and he let it drip from
his lips into my waiting mouth.  When he had delivered all that would
transfer, he smashed his lips into mine, and proceeded to sweep his tongue
through my mouth, stirring up the mixture there, and his tongue fought mine
for the golden gift.  When we swallowed, I was taken by the feeling of
being as close to heaven as I thought I would ever come.

     Mitch sucked at my ear and neck, then licked his way back down to my
ass.  He deposited a load of spit there, then repositioned himself and
drove his cock into my tender ass.  I flinched and groaned a little from
the pain of Trey's previous fuck, but Mitch never wavered as he set up a
rhythm of slow, deep fucking.

     As Mitch stroked my tender hole, Trey began a road trip over my body,
chewing on parts that were already tender from the beating, but bringing
pleasure again with the pain.  He chewed on both tits, pulling them away
from my body with his teeth.  That hurt, but it didn't stop him from trying
just a little harder.  I yelped in pain, but when I did, Mitch ratcheted up
the speed and depth of his plunging into my hole.  As he picked up speed,
he shifted his dick so that it hit my prostate each time it entered my
hole.  Having just cum, the battering hurt, but that didn't bother Mitch.
He continued to ram my love button, time and time again.

     "Guys, it's hurting now.  Please stop."  They ignored me.  I began to
beg them to stop, and then the begging turned to pleading.  Mitch just
continued filling my ass with his tool.  Trey chewed on my nuts, providing
me with another source of pain.  It made me jump several times, and I
groaned and pleaded for him to stop, too.  He just responded by grabbing my
cock with his two hands, not using any lube, and jacking it.  He squeezed
it with both hands, and the jacking began to hurt.  I begged him to stop,
but all he did was continue, while adjusting his position so that he could
again kiss me.  But it wasn't really a kiss; he was raping my mouth.  He
bit my lips with his teeth, and shoved his tongue so far into my mouth that
he set off my gag reflex.  That hadn't happened in forever, but it happened
today.  I wasn't having any fun anymore, and I wanted the two of them to
stop.  I told them to stop, begged them to stop.  But true to their word,
they would not.

     Trey began to jack my cock even harder, and tears began to roll down
my cheeks as I cried from the pain.  Mitch continued to shove his man meat
into my ass, harder and harder, faster and faster.  He got me up on my
knees, and then positioned himself just a little below me, so that each
time he shoved in and bottomed out in my ass, he literally lifted my knees
off the bed.  Trey went back to chewing on my nips, and then my balls.

     Mitch pulled out abruptly, got up and grabbed me by the legs, pulling
me off the bed onto the floor.  Trey didn't let go right away, and my balls
felt like they were being ripped from my body as Trey continued to chew on
then.  He finally let go, allowing my sore aching body to fall onto the
floor.  Mitch dragged me to the wall and Trey followed.  He positioned my
shoulders near the base of the wall, and leaned my ass against the wall
above my head.  Trey came over, dropped to the floor with his knees spread
wide, and sunk his cock deep into my throat.  He reached for my legs and
pulled them toward him, to hold them stretched out to expose my hole.

     Mitch straddled my body, with his face to the wall, and he slammed his
cock down into my waiting hole.  He steadied himself against the wall with
his hands, and he stuck his ass back, opening his ass cheeks to Trey so
that he could sink his tongue into Mitch's hole.  Then he proceeded to ram
his cock down into my hole, over and over again.  All my weight was now on
my shoulders, but Mitch slammed down onto my ass with abandon.  Trey was
sucking Mitch's ass while pistoning his cock into my throat.  They were
certainly enjoying themselves, and would probably cum quickly, unless they
chose to occasionally slow down to prolong the pleasure.

     Me, I was still sobbing because it hurt, but at some point, the pain
turned to pleasure again.  I began to shift and wiggle my body, inviting
Mitch to go deeper.  I reached around behind Trey, and pulled him into my
throat with my hands pulling on his ass.  I pulled him deep in my throat
and held him there as I swallowed continually, stroking and jacking his
cock deep within my throat.  I worked hard, and forced him to begin
exploding into my throat.  As he came, he dug deeper into Mitch's ass with
his tongue.  My ass muscles grabbed onto Mitch's meat, and wouldn't let go.
He pulled up hard, until I thought he was going to pull my rectum to the
outside of my ass.  But instead, he gave up, pushing back into my body and
filling it with his cum.  I held him there long enough until he began to
soften, and then he gave me another gift--- his piss.  He filled me to
overflowing.

     When Trey saw what Mitch and I were doing, he took control and began
to fill my mouth with his piss.  Because of my position, I couldn't take or
swallow much.  He seemed to know that, and only fed me a little, but he
winked at me and I knew he'd give me the rest later.

     Mitch stepped off my ass, and Trey reached down and picked me up,
holding me mostly horizontal.  He took me into the bathroom and lowered me
into the shower.  Without waiting for permission, he began to shower me
with the rest of his piss, from head to foot.  Mitch came in behind him,
unloading what little piss he had left onto my head.  I leaned back, and
caught the last of it in my mouth and swallowed it while I looked into his
eyes.  Trey was just about done, too, so I shifted my head to catch the
last of his piss. And I swallowed it just like I did for Mitch.  I basked
in the warmth of their golden shower, then let my ass lips go, and I
flooded the floor of the shower with Mitch's cum and piss.  As it drained
away, both men crouched over me, licking my body from one end to the other.
They didn't stop till I was clean.

     "You want to take a shower before breakfast?" Trey asked me with all
seriousness.

     "I thought you just gave me a tongue bath.  Why would I need a
shower?" I said laughing.

     Mitch chimed in, "If we were going to stay home, I say that you should
stay the way you are.  But we are going out to celebrate your
freedom—--freedom from that asshole Gregerson—and we'll be in public.
I'm not sure everyone wants to sit near someone who smells like sex and
piss!"

     "Well, if you're going to take me out...wait, is this a date?  And if
it is, is it fair for two of you to date me at the same time?  Doesn't that
make me kinda like a cheap date?

     "First of all, you are not cheap.  You are priceless!" Trey said
straight-faced.  "And you've always seemed like a bargain to me!  Fuck, I
didn't have to pay a thing to get you to fuck me."

     I looked past Trey and saw Mitch ready to bust a gut.  He was trying
so hard not to laugh.  Then he spoke.  "This is NOT a date; it's just guys,
friends going out for lunch and a few beers, to celebrate your lucky turn
of events.  You have more talent than to be a grocery store manager.  With
a little coaching, you could be a porn star.  In less than a week, you've
taken cock like the best of them.  Give us a few more weeks, and bring in
the cameras!"

     "Let's leave the cameras out of this.  The idea of going out for lunch
and a few beers sounds good.  Fuck, it sounds great!  Let's get to it!

     I showered while Mitch and Trey made coffee and put out Danish.
Nothing fancy; just enough to hold us until we got to wherever we were
going.

     I asked them what they were wearing; I didn't know how to dress for
casual events before noon.  Mitch winked at Trey and said he was going to
wear a studded leather jock, and he was going to ask Trey to wear a
see-through lime green thong.  Trey said that Mitch looked better in the
lime green thong, since he had really bought it for himself, and that the
studded leather jock strap belonged to him, so that would be the preferred
clothing for the day.  I frowned at them, rolled my eyes, and asked them to
get serious with me.

     "Jeans and a shirt!  Jeez, how hard is it to get dressed to go
drinking?  Fuck, no wonder Gregerson dumped your ass; you make a big job
out of nothing!"  It sounded like Mitch was being rough on me, but his face
held a smile from ear to ear.  His teeth shown so brightly through that
smile that I just wanted to ...well, I really wanted to get a beer.  Nine
o'clock in the morning, and I wanted a beer.  For some strange reason, that
sounded irresistible!

     Trey crammed a Danish in his mouth, grabbed another with his right
hand (his left held a steaming mug of black coffee), and headed for the
door.  As he walked away, I marveled at how he was able to stuff his bubble
butt into skinny jeans with probably a size thirty waist, and make it all
fit.  His ass cheeks gyrated against each other as he walked.  I just stood
there and stared.
     Mitch came up beside me, leaned in, and whispered, "That has got to be
the most beautiful sight ever seen by a gay man, but if we keep looking at
it, he's going to be in your Jeep and half way down the driveway before we
get out the door."  I nodded in agreement with him and each of us grabbed a
Danish and a steaming mug of coffee, and we took off running for the Jeep.
We were careful to not spill the coffee.  Right after `Fuck it hard," the
most important rule to single men is `Don't spill the coffee!'

     Trey drove down to the road, and turned toward the city.  Even though
it began a little rocky, the prospects for today becoming a good day were
beginning to rise.


...to be continued...