Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 18:54:52 0100
From: Stephan  Raven <stephan_raven@gay-mail.net>
Subject: Sex in Dangerous Places, Prologue (Red Swin-Trunks Affair)

Standard disclaimers apply.

SEX IN DANGEROUS PLACES
PROLOGUE

Josh leaned back against the soft leather upholstery of Owain's car, his eyes
closed languorously. The sun was beating fiercely against his exposed flesh, but
the speed of the vehicle was gusting cooler air into his loose vest,
occasionally raising goose-bumps on his skin. The contrast between heat and
cold, fighting for possession of his body, was sending pleasant quivers down his
spine.

Or maybe it was the expert tongue bath he was receiving from Sean. The redhead
lay stretched out on the seat, his face against Josh's crotch, lapping roughly
at the swollen purple cock-head peeking out from one leg of the loose blue
shorts. The rim of the garment had become soaked with Sean's saliva, and Josh
could feel the cold wetness of the fabric against his aching erection, only
occasionally warmed by Sean's panting breaths. Meanwhile, Sean's fingers were
tweaking Josh's nipples, pinching them into a sore rigidity that the wind's
caresses were accentuating.

Strangely, Josh was finding the experience quite relaxing. The discretion
mandated by travel down a public highway prevented them from moving about too
much or making it too obvious what they were doing, so he'd spent most of the
trip sprawled comfortably in the well-padded back seat, lazily groping Sean and
allowing the other boy to feast on his engorged dick. There was something to be
said for the passive approach after all, it seemed. Maybe he and Sean should
start making out after they'd burned off a lot of their energy playing sports.
The lazy gentleness of this encounter was proving to be an interesting contrast
to their usual wild physicality.

Even without opening his eyes, he could tell from the motion of the car that
they'd turned off into the driveway leading up to Owain's tumbledown mansion. A
faint smile tugged at his lips as he imagined the various ways he was going to
gratify his lust with Sean once they arrived. Maybe Owain would join them...

The rattling thud of automatic weapons fire echoed through the air, jerking him
out of his reverie. The writhing wetness stroking his glans abruptly vanished as
Sean winched in his tongue and lifted his head, voicing the question in both
their minds.

"What the fuck's that?

Owain grinned as the car coasted to a stop in front of the house. "Great Aunt
Matilda is here for a visit".

Sean blinked, an indecipherable expression settling across his face. "Uh-oh".

A little nonplussed at the sudden change of pace, Josh looked between the two of
them. "Is that good, or bad?"

"Yes", Sean told him dryly. "Have you ever heard of that ancient Chinese curse --
may you live in interesting times?" He sighed. "Come on -- time to say hello to a
very interesting person".

"Like this?". Josh gestured down at himself. Even if he managed to get his cock
tucked away into his shorts again, the massive bulge jutting from the crotch was
something of a give-away, not to mention the spreading wetness of mingled saliva
and precum on the edges of the fabric. And -- oh, shit. His big nipples were
tenting the thin vest with their hardness. He didn't feel suitably dressed to be
meeting someone's great aunt.

"Good grief, he's right", muttered Owain to Sean. "Can you imagine the effect
it'd have on Aunt Maud to see him like this?". She'd probably faint dead away if
she set eyes on this monster". His fingers reached out over the drivers seat,
stroking up the moistness from Josh's piss-slit.

"Might give her a heart attack, even". Sean, too, was suspiciously
straight-faced, Josh thought.

"We daren't risk it".

"I mean, who inherits?"

Owain paused from licking Josh's juices off his fingers. "I do, I think".

"Oh... maybe we should risk it, then".

"Do I get a say?" Okay, from the way they were acting, this aunt of theirs
wasn't likely to be freaked out or anything, but it'd still be embarrassing...

"Of course you do".

"Say anything you like"

"Provided it means `yes'"

Great

***

As they rounded the curve of the back of the house, Josh saw a few changes to
the huge, rambling lawn. A few additions, actually. It was covered with a large
collection of garden gnomes, a number of which had evidently already departed
for that great bijou residence in the sky. Standing on the balcony overlooking
the lawn, taking careful aim at her next victims, was a tiny, white-haired
figure in a plain black dress.

"Hey, Aunt Maud!" Sean yelled out without ceremony. The figure turned, and
gestured imperiously for them to join her on the balcony. Josh followed Sean,
trying unobtrusively to position his hand in front of the shorts so it concealed
the wet stain.

Up close, Aunt Maud looked like the perfect picture of everybody's favourite
Aunt. Snowy hair, a round pink face, and merry blue eyes. Only the evil-looking
firearm she carried detracted from the overall impression of grandmotherly
benevolence.

"Ah, my favourite nephew!" she announced cheerfully, beaming. "Just in time to
watch me complete the Great Gnome Massacre with my new toy. New American
boyfriend?" she asked, turning a friendly but disconcertingly shrewd stare in
Josh's direction. With a sinking feeling, Josh realised she'd noticed the damp
patch. As their eyes met, she gave, just momentarily, the ghost of a wink.

The bluntness of the question caught Josh by surprise, but he caught an almost
imperceptible nod from Sean. Okay, then. Straight question, straight answer.
"Yes, ma'am. Nice to meet you".

"Such beautiful manners Americans have", Aunt Maud commented approvingly. She
unloaded the gun and set it down on a small side table before offering a firm
handshake. Momentarily panicked, Josh hastily wiped his palm against his shorts
before offering it.  "And such a refreshing contempt for the Nanny State", she
threw in Sean's direction.

Sean heaved a deep sigh. "You're not still sulking about that?"

"I've every right to sulk. Anyone would think I was Al Capone, the way they
treated me".

Sean sighed again. "In England", he explained to Josh, rather wearily, "Not even
the police routinely carry firearms. Usually only terrorists and criminals have
them. So when she tried to buy a sniper rifle, a case of fragmentation grenades,
and a surface-to-air missile launcher from an American mail-order company, it
naturally raised a few eyebrows".

"I just wanted a couple of fragmentation grenades, to leave in the Christmas
Puddings. They only sell them by the caseload. . And the missile launcher was
for the sleigh, in case I missed with the rifle. Besides which, I wouldn't have
had to do it myself at all, if they allowed professional assassins to advertise
in the yellow pages. More nanny-statism", grumbled Aunt Maud.

Huh? Josh thought. Christmas puddings? Sleigh?

"You were trying to put out a contract on Santa Claus", Sean reminded her in
tones that suggested they'd had this conversation before. "I doubt a
professional would have been interested".

"No, probably not. No one seems interested in a challenge any more. No one wants
adventure, or danger. The world's gone soft".

Sean looked at her, and his eyes suddenly got That Look. The Look which Josh had
learned, in self-defence, to recognise. By The Pricking Of My Thumbs, Something
Totally Fucking Crazy This Way Comes...

***

"She's great", Josh enthused as they headed into Sean's bedroom.

"She's as cuckoo as a Swiss clock".

"Yeah, but still great". Josh crowded Sean onto the king-size bed and then fell
on top of him. Sean chuckled as Josh started licking around his mouth like a
hungry puppy. "You're horny today".

"Just today?". Josh allowed his muscles to relax, so that his weight pinned the
slighter boy to the bed beneath him. Their bare legs rubbed together as Sean
started to undulate his body against Josh's. Josh gave a gentle purr of
pleasure, relishing the slightly rough texture of hairy skin against hairy skin.
 Behind him, Sean's fingers slipped under the waistband of the shorts and
started to caress the muscular globes of his ass.

"No underwear again". Sean's agile tongue followed the words into Josh's ear.
Behind him, Josh could feel an index finger starting to probe his asshole. He
ground his crotch more tightly into Sean's compressing their straining erections
against one another.

"I know how much that turns you on. Just one flimsy piece of fabric between you
and another guy's dick".

"Everything about you turns me on", Sean whispered back. Josh lifted his hips
slightly, allowing Sean to push the shorts away and liberate his pulsating cock.

"Yeah? You like the way I suck your tits?".

"Hell, yes". Matching actions to words, Sean raised his arms. Almost trembling
in his eagerness, Josh rolled the garment up, exposing the hardened pink
nipples. Sliding a little way down Sean's body -- so that he could feel the
distended lump at the front of the denim shorts pressing into his stomach -- he
lowered his mouth and began suckling. Sean mumbled incoherently as Josh reached
up to tickle his exposed, red-furred armpits, and then higher, to yank the shirt
away completely. It arced through the air, to land unregarded on the bedroom
floor. Moments later, a hearty kick from Josh's powerful legs sent his lowered
shorts to join it.

"Use my body for something wild", Sean told him throatily. "I feel like being a
total slut". Josh didn't reply. He had one of Sean's teats clamped between his
teeth and was performing a careful balancing act, biting just hard enough to
make the nipple sore, but not hard enough to actually draw blood. Still, he
managed to let a passable snort of laughter escape from between his clenched
teeth.

"Even more than usual, I mean", Sean added, correctly interpreting the sound.

A little reluctantly, Josh released the hard pink nub and sat up, kneeling on
the bed between Sean's invitingly spread legs. Sean lay gazing up at him with
the expression of an addict craving a fix. The wanton need in his expression
flooded Josh with an intoxicating sense of power, and he gently caressed the big
cock jutting from his own naked crotch. A deliciously evil idea floated into his
mind, and he gave a slow, dangerous smile.

"Anything?"

Sean nodded. "Anything".

"Okay, then. Lie there and don't move". Josh rose and moved around the bed to
the wardrobe. Naked at the crotch, but still wearing the loose dark vest and
trainers, he looked like a young porn star, and he was careful to position
himself so Sean got the full effect, first bending down to open the drawer,
flashing the hole between his parted ass-cheeks, then turning so that his cock
was highlighted by the sunlight streaming through the open window as he
straightened up.

Sean's gaze was latched onto him, unblinking and mesmerised. Momentarily, the
lust in his eyes was shoved aside by incomprehension as he saw what Josh had
pulled out of the drawer.

A handful of silk ties.

Then the puzzlement was replaced by a delighted gleam. Swiftly, if a little
unsteadily, Josh began securing one of Sean's arms to the bedpost. Sean licked
his lips as Josh drew the knots tight. "Bondage games? And here was me thinking
you were a nice Catholic boy..."

"So was the Borgia Pope", Josh pointed out dryly as he bound the second arm.
"Anyway, I blame the company I'm keeping lately. It's had a terrible influence
on my pure, unsullied mind".

Apparently mere words could not adequately convey Sean's opinion of that.  He
made a sound half-way between a horse blowing its nose and a farting rhinoceros
as Josh secured his legs to the foot of the bed with a couple more ties.  The
redhead's arms and legs were now stretched out in a broad X shape, open and
inviting. And helpless.

"Perfect", Josh chuckled as he checked the last knot. He knelt back down between
Sean's legs and started caressing the bulge in the worn denim shorts. "Oh, boy.
Must be painful in there".

"So take it out", Sean said impatiently.

"Nope"

"NOPE? What the fuck do you mean, nope?"

"Not until you tell me what the plan is".

"Plan? What plan?" Sean started to ask, then quit as he realised that Josh was
chorusing the words along with him.

"The plan that your evil, perverted little mind started hatching as soon as Aunt
Maud started talking about danger and adventure and crazy shit. The plan you
were planning to drag me into without telling me until it was too late to back
out".

"I don't know what you're -- Fuck you! Stop saying the words along with me!"

"Suit yourself". Josh look a long, languorous stretch, deliberately lifting the
bottom of his vest so Sean got a clear view of his belly-button and the thin
line of hair leading past his navel to his groin. "Well, you're going to be a
bit tied up for a while..."

"That joke's carbon-dated..." Sean muttered defiantly. He was starting to wriggle
about on the bed, tugging at the knots.

 "So I'll just have to find another playmate, I guess".

Sean said something in a language Josh wasn't familiar with, but he suspected it
wasn't complimentary.

Smiling, Josh eased open the door a little, stuck his head out, and yelled out
"Hey, Owain!"


A door opened a little further down the hallway, and Owain leaned out a little.
Josh was startled -- he hadn't known Owain was in his bedroom, although he had
known it was close to Sean's -- both cousins preferred it that way...

"What is it, Josh? I'm kinda busy right now". Owain was bare-chested, Josh saw
with surprise. Then his brain made the connection. Busy -- bare-chested  - in his
bedroom in the middle of the afternoon...

"Sean's being... difficult. Would you and your ... guest... like to give me a hand
with him?

Owain grinned and stepped out into the corridor. It was no surprise to Josh to
see that he was naked, with his engorged cock dripping saliva into the carpet.

"I think we might be able to help you with that, yes. Hey, Nick? Feel like you
could handle a couple of extra dicks?"

An easy laugh floated out of Owain's bedroom. "Owain, my man, you are one hell
of a host!"

Josh's eyes widened. He knew that voice. It was...

A guy his own age strolled casually into the corridor, evidently completely
comfortable with his own nakedness. His high cheekbones, coppery skin, and long,
fine-textured black hair made his Native American ancestry obvious, but his
smouldering eyes were the rich green of forest leaves. His arms and legs, though
thickly muscled, somehow gave an impression of slenderness. His body was
virtually hairless, apart from one tiny patch of fur above his long, thin cock.

Josh found his voice. "Nickolai Petrov!".

Nickolai blinked, visibly nonplussed as Josh stepped out of Sean's bedroom, his
own heavy, Italian-stallion  cock bobbing in front of him.

"Josh! What are you... no, cancel that, dumb question. You're that new boyfriend
Sean keeps talking about, obviously".

Owain looked between them. "I take it you two know each other?"

"Not as well as you two do", Josh pointed out wickedly. For one vertiginous
instant, he thought he saw Owain actually blush, and took pity. "Nick's the star
of my high school swim team. But I thought you were dating the Marianne? Leading
light in the cheerleading squad" he added for Owain's benefit.

"So do Marianne's parents", Nick told him dryly. "She prefers it that way. It
stops them from asking awkward questions about her girlfriend".

Josh burst out laughing. "Sweet Jesus! Is there anyone straight left in the
world?"

"I wouldn't know", Nick deadpanned. "I haven't been looking. I prefer to look at
other things". His emerald gaze caressed Josh's engorged dick with decided
appreciation.

"Just looking?"

"No". The single syllable seemed to echo between them, heavy with meaning.

Owain broke the moment. "So, maybe it's time for us all to go say `hi' to Sean.
He in there, Josh?"

Josh collected his wits. "Tied to the bed", he confirmed. Nick raised a slim and
elegant eyebrow.

"Yes, that sounds like him, all right".

***

"Nick? What the fuck are you doing here? And what the fuck are you doing, Josh?"
Sean demanded, as he took in the three throbbing cocks surrounding the bed,
pointing towards him like loaded canons.

"He's gotton one of his crazy ideas", Josh explained. "Only he won't tell me
what it is. So I was hoping we could do something to persuade him".

Sean let off a volley of what Josh guessed was Welsh. Owain gave a snort of
amusement. "I don't think Josh ever did _that_, Sean. No self-respecting donkey
would have allowed it".

"He looks delicious", Nick cooed. He sat down on the bed next to Sean and began
tracing his long, slim fingers in elaborate patterns across the pale chest. Sean
did his best to glare at him murderously, but his gaze was inexorably drawn to
the dark cylinder of flesh lancing from Nick's groin.

"Almost too good to eat", Josh concurred. He slipped onto the bed beside Nick
and started tugging at Sean's leg hairs.

"Pity he has to miss out on the fun". Nick slipped a hand inside Josh's vest.
Gently, he began to tease the nipples, caressing and pinching them into
hardness. Josh turned his body slightly, giving Sean occasional, flickering
glances of the rosy nubs as the fluttering vest alternately exposed and
concealed them.

"Mmmmm... that's nice, Nick. Feels good". At Josh's encouragement, Nick abandoned
his stroking of Sean's chest and lowered his face, pulling the vest aside and
licking at the newly aroused teats.

"ohhh, yesss..." Josh hissed. Brutally, he grabbed hold of one of the hands still
tugging at his nipples, and thrust it against his cock. Nick took the hint,
gripping Josh's swollen manhood with iron force, and beginning a slow, steady
pumping motion.

"I understand why you enjoy him so much", Nick told Sean, around the slurping of
his mouth against Josh's tits. Sean threw him another lethal glance.

"Ready to talk yet?", Josh ground out, as Nick's manipulations started to push
his excitement to the limit.

"Fuck you"

"Not until you talk"

"Cunt!"

"Huh?" Josh made an exaggerated show of looking towards his crotch. "Nope, no
cunt. This is definitely a cock. Don't you think this is definitely a cock,
Nick?"

"It certainly looks like one. But perhaps I should take a closer look at it,
just to be sure".

"Good idea". Josh felt the familiar hot wetness as his dick was engulfed by
another guy's mouth. Nick's long, silky hair fell down, tickling Josh's bare
legs.

"Oh, yeah, Nicky. Great technique. You'd love this, Sean -- he's a real deep
throat artist. I can feel my head all the way inside him... oh fuck, that's good..."

"I know he's good, you bastard", Sean spat out. "I've had him".

"And you'll have him again", Josh assured him. "As soon as you talk".

Sean made an uncooperative comment. The redhead was twisting awkwardly on the
bed, trying to work his way loose. The swollen pink nubs jutted from his pale
chest, and Josh felt his mouth fill with saliva. Oh, to suckle those perfect
buds... Acting on impulse, he leaned across Sean's chest. Sucking in a deep
breath, he exhaled gently across the nearest teat, allowing a tiny dribble of
saliva to fall and strike it. A shiver ran through Sean's body as he felt the
sudden heating and cooling of the sensitised area, and he choked out a curse as
he jerked his swollen crotch into the air.

"Nice touch", Owain chuckled. The older guy had been standing a little apart,
beating his meat as he watched the show the three high school students were
putting on for his benefit.

"And more nice touches to come, if you just talk. How `bout it, Sean?"

"I will get you for this. If it is the last thing I ever do, I will get you for
this!"

"Bzzzt! I'm sorry, that was the wrong answer. Maybe a little extra incentive
might help. Is that new porno tape still in the VCR?".

"You know it is, you God-damned son of a bitch".

 "Such language!" Josh chided as he lay down next to Sean on the bed, still
enjoying Nick's expert blowjob,  and flicked the remote. The TV screen glowed
into life in front of them. "Don't you realise what a delicate and sensitive
child I am? That kind of talk will cause me severe trauma and stunt my emotional
growth. I think I need therapy".

Sean supplied a detailed description of what, in his opinion, Josh needed. It
was not therapy. Josh grinned and made a mental note of the suggestion. It'd
need a lot of flexibility and acrobatic talent, but maybe it had possibilities...

The big TV was showing the inside of a gym. On the screen, two stunning guys
were working out, totally nude.

The first man looked African. His body was long, lean, and totally hairless
apart from the eyebrows, shining with oil under the harsh florescent lighting.
He lay on his back on a vaulting horse, the muscles rippling beneath the skin of
his arms as he pumped weights. His cock, a giant pillar of thick-veined flesh,
loomed from his smooth-skinned crotch.

Above him was a short, muscular guy with fair skin and long brown hair, his body
half-covered with blue tattoos. He was gripping a couple of rings which hung by
ropes from the ceiling, slowly raising and lowering his tiny ass onto the black
dude's cock. His face was locked into a taut grimace, though whether it was from
the stimulation of the cock in his hole, or the ache in his arms as he slowly
pulled himself back and forth, Josh couldn't say.

"Nice", Josh whispered. Between his legs, Nick had stopped sucking his dick, and
was now running his  thumbnail very gently around the very tip of his cock-bulb,
sending minute jabs of pleasure-pain to the very root of the organ.

"Very nice", Sean agreed throatily. "And just think -- you could be just like
that black guy. Ramming your dick home inside my little pink hole, feeling my
walls milk you and massage you. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Sure you would.
Nothing you like more than feeling another guy under you, begging you for it as
you shove that great, big dick of yours inside him all the way..."

Startled, Josh glanced at him. The anger in Sean's eyes still simmered there,
but it was shared with something else, now. Raw lust. And a sort of reluctant
admiration for the way that Josh was orchestrating this. His fuck-buddy was
getting into this kinky little game. And he was planning to win.

"Oh, he's good", Nick whispered, staring entranced at the bulge in Sean's denim
shorts. "He's really, really good".

"The best", Owain agreed.

"The second-best", Josh corrected. "You wanna play hardball, lover? Okay, you
upped the ante".

Smirking lasciviously, he turned and raised himself above Sean's chest. Holding
himself in place with both arms and legs, he started to trail his dangling cock
across his lover's tits and stomach, leaving glistening trails of precum.

"Yeah, I'd like that. You'd like it too, wouldn't you? You'd love to get your
hot little hands on my dick... on your dick... on ANY fucking dick. I bet it makes
your mouth water just to look at it, huh? Just think -- it could be yours. All
you have to do is talk..."

A low laugh bubbled from Sean's throat. "Do your worst, you bastard. I'm man
enough to take it".

Josh swooped down to exchange a saliva-soaked kiss. "Man enough to take it? I
cannot _believe_ you just said that", he mumbled into Sean's mouth

A gasp from behind made them both twist awkwardly to see the TV. On the screen,
the two men had been joined by three other guys. A freckled redhead with pubes
dyed the colour of flame now swung above the black guy on a second set of ropes,
feeding him a short, immensely fat dick. A young blonde who looked barely old
enough to be in college knelt between the black guy's legs, lapping at his nuts,
whilst a second blonde, older and far hairier, fucked him from behind, toying
with his own nipples and running his fingers through the thick pelt of fur which
covered his chest.

"Lots of cocksucking going on", Josh observed in a husky whisper. "Looks fun,
doesn't it? I bet you'd like some too..." He shifted position until his dick hung
above Sean's face. Sean lunged upwards desperately, flicking his tongue out, but
Josh kept his cock just slightly out of reach. Sean slurped triumphantly as me
managed to snare a single bead of precum.

"Yeah, I'd like some. You'd like some too, wouldn't you? You know how much you
love feeling my mouth around your dick. Remember how you told me my tongue makes
your cockhead feel raw. You could have that".

Shit! Josh lurched off the bed. In spite of everything, Sean was starting to
turn the tables on him. He _did_ want to feel that hot mouth and tight ass on
his dick. Sean was one of the best, horniest, wildest fucks he'd ever had. He
could milk a cock in any one of a dozen wonderful ways, and Josh was aching for
release.

"This is sooo cool", Nick murmured throatily. At some point, he'd risen to his
feet, and was now standing beside the bed, watching the action as Owain slipped
behind him. Owain's hard, hairy hands ranged roughly across the coppery chest,
cruelly twisting the tiny brown nipples before reaching downwards to maul the
long, slim cock. Nick gave a muted yelp, involuntarily thrusting his pelvis
forward, and Josh grinned, knowing that Owain had just penetrated him.

"You look like you're ready to burst, buddy", Owain grunted as he rammed himself
brutally into Nick's round little ass. "Are you sure you can hold on?"

Josh was wondering the same thing. But he still had one last throw left. He
lurched across to the wardrobe, and extracted an unlabeled bottle from the top
shelf.

"What's ... that ... stuff?" Nick gasped, in rhythm to Owain's relentless pounding.

Josh smiled back at him, enjoying the sight of Nick's cock appearing and
disappearing within Owain's big fist. "The ultimate weapon". Locking eyes with
Sean, he shifted position until he stood next to the TV, and raised the bottle.

Sean's eyes bulged as Josh started to pour the greasy liquid down his body. He
and Josh had used the oil before, several times, and they both knew the effect
it had. As long, slimy trails of the stuff fell from the rim of the bottle and
slip down his chest, Josh could feel and itchy, pins-and-needles feeling on his
skin. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out one hand to spread the stuff all
across his chest and stomach, making the contours of his body gleam in the
sunlight streaming through the open window.

The added stimulation was almost too much. A drop of pre-cum fell from Josh's
cock to the carpet, and he drew in several deep, sobbing breaths, trying to calm
himself down. Sean whimpered piteously, his frantic gaze dancing between the
glistening body of his fuck-buddy, the action on the screen, and his cousin's
savage fucking of the high school swim champion.

On the screen, the young blonde was lying on the vaulting horse, surrounded by
the other guys. The tattooed man stood between his legs, fucking brutally as he
was, in turn, fucked by the redhead. The black guy stood on one side, feeding
the young blonde's mouth with his big cock as the older blonde reamed his ass.
All of them were rapidly approaching the point of crisis.

Sean whimpered. "Please..."

Victory! Flushed with triumph, Josh cupped his heavy balls in an oil,-soaked
palm, and began rubbing the stimulant into his cock and ass. He felt almost
delirious, consumed by lust and the tickling stimulation all over his skin. At
the same time, the men on the screen pulled out of their various orifices and
began a sequence of explosive eruptions. Sean gave a feeble moan.

"I'll talk! I'll talk"

"Good boy", Josh crooned. He strolled over to the bed pulled down Sean's zipper.
Slipping his oiled hand into the fly, he began caressing the constricted tube of
flesh within. Sean moaned as the prickling sensation spread across his painfully
compacted organ.

"Yesss", Nick rasped into Josh's ear. Josh felt slender fingers pulling his
ass-cheeks apart, then the familiar sensation of a latex-encased pole
penetrating his body. Owain's thrusts were becoming jerkier and more spasmodic
as control deserted him. Already stimulated beyond endurance, it took only a few
jabs against his prostate to send Josh over the edge. His cock quivered
violently in Nick's hand, sending glistening white spurts against Sean's chest.
Owain's exultant scream ripped through the air as Josh was coming back down to
Earth, followed in quick succession by Nick's.

Then Sean's body convulsed, taking Josh by surprise. He started to whoop with
laughter as Sean's eyes flashed sheer bloody murder at him from a slack and
twitching face.

"You came in your pants!" Oh joy! Owain and Nick started to howl with mirth as
well, to be followed -- after a few moments -- by Sean himself.

***

"It's what Aunt Maud said about adventure and danger", Sean explained, a little
indistinctly because he was lying face-down on the bed with Nick's cock driving
in between his buttocks. Owain and Josh lay beside them on the bed, idly
fondling each others' cum-saturated crotches, but fucked out for the moment.
"And I thought -- wouldn't it add some spice to our sex life to fuck someplace
dangerous? A theme park, or an elevator... and then it hit me. The perfect
beginning. How would you like to break into your high school after hours and do
it on the principal's desk?"

"YES!" Nick yelled as he shot his load into Sean's guts. Sean flipped over as
the swim star pulled out, and Josh automatically reached out a hand to jerk the
auburn-furred cock to orgasm, even as a trickle of ice flowed down his spine.

"It's finally happened. You've finally flipped".

"Ahhhh". A last few spurts of cum flowed from Sean's overworked cock. Sobbing
for breath, he finally managed to gasp out. "It's perfect!"

"Count me in", Nick agreed as he slumped bonelessly back onto the bed beside
them. "It sounds wild".

"It's stupid! No way! No way on Earth are you going to talk me into this!"

***

"I can't believe", Josh muttered plaintively to Sean, as they crouched down
outside the school fence,  "That you managed to talk me into this"...

TO BE CONTINUED...