Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2016 00:25:55 +0000
From: Josh Rogan <horny_boy_productions@live.com>
Subject: Skater's Gym Boy 3/3 (authoritarian)

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Skater's Gym Boi

3 - Surprises

I'd taken my muscle-bound fucktoy/boyfriend out to a friend's cabin for a
few days of wicked partying.  He's over 6ft, totally muscled. I'm kind of
skinny, with smooth chest and arms and hairy legs.  Hung better than him
too.  Luckily, he was a sweet guy in everyday life, and a perverted bottom
when we were playing. He craved trash talk, and I was pleased to give it to
him.

We'd been airing out and cleaning up the cabin by the lake for a friend's
family, and in exchange we had the place to ourselves for a few days.  I'd
kept Mitch naked the whole time, except for a heavy dog collar,
supplemented at times with other fun stuff, or safety equipment when we
were doing chores.

Today was the third day of our vacation. We'd taken care of the place,
cleaned everything, checked all the appliances and plumbing, cleaned up all
the winter debris from the grounds, chopped firewood.  Well, I mostly sat
and watched as Mitch's muscles worked up a good healthy sweat doing it.
Man, he was hot in his collar, gloves, boots, and tool belt, and nothing
else, swinging that heavy axe and hauling the split logs to the rack at the
side of the house.

We'd played, both sexually and otherwise on the lake, the small motor boat,
and all round the house.  We'd cuddled in front of the fire and spooned in
bed.  I'd tied him from the heavy rafters in the cabin and to big trees
outside.  I'd spanked, waxed, whipped his nude body, and fucked his hungry
holes in every way I could think of.

But today I had a surprise for him.

Out on the small dock on the isolated cove that was our private lake
access, I'd put him on his knees and made him beg to service my cock.  Just
us, the dappled sunlight, and the sound of slurping, slapping, and my mouth
telling him about all the nasty things I wanted to do to him.

"Yeah, bitch, take that fucking cock. We could take you down to the gym,
strip you down and slap you around good in front of all your gymrat
buddies. Slap your fucking face, your pecs, your ass, your balls."

"My balls?"

"Yeah, what does a cunt need with balls anyway?" That got him going good. I
felt his whole tongue ripple up and down my hard sausage. "Big fucking
muscle man, just a cunt. Just holes for real men to use. For real cocks to
blow their wads in."

"Would you and your friends piss on me too?"

"Some of my buddies might. I've got better things to do with my piss." He
started shoving his head up and down real fast at that one. "Yeah, you want
me to drain my lizard down your hungry slut throat? Huh, bitch?"

He nodded eagerly sending waves of hot wet pleasure up my tube. "Lucky for
you, I can piss with a hard on, fag. But you better not spill a fucking
drop of my hot juice, you got that?" He nodded again, letting my meat slip
so just the head was between his lips. He worked his tongue up under my
skin and started to tickle my piss slit. "Oh, fuck yeah, you're a thirsty
bitch, aren't you. You want every drop this big ol' cock can spray into
your bitch holes, don't you?"

He nodded and moaned as I let my golden stream fill his face. I felt lips
and tongue twitch around cockhead as he started to swallow.

Mitchie has a powerful swallow as I well know. His tongue and palate seemed
to suck down my cock along with my piss.  Soon I was buried in his throat
as his gullet continued to empty my bladder.

Once he felt the flow slow down, he pulled up and caught his breath,
savouring the last few drops on his tongue.  Then he went to work scrubbing
my dick with his tongue.  The piss thing doesn't do it for me as much as
some guys, and he knew I didn't want to smell it on him later.  So he was
working up a lot of spit around my heavy cock cleaning it and himself.
True to his promise, he hadn't spilled a drop.

"Yeah, you cock hungry pig. You don't care what it is as long as it shoots
out of a big hard cock."

"I love your big, hard cock more than any other, JR."

"Yeah, and you've gotten your share of hot creamy jizz the last few days,
haven't you?

"Not enough," he grunted, dipping his head down to lave my heavy balls with
his hot tongue. "Never enough."

"You don't love me, you just think I'm an easy lay," I laughed.

"I love you, and your big cock, sir."

I slapped his face again, reinforcing the light red mark I'd been working
on all morning. "Yeah, you remember who you belong to like a good bitch."

I turned around. "Now your reward.  Eat my hairy ass, Mitchie."

I let him scarf up my box for a while, burying his face in my furry crack.
I love getting rimmed. I don't mind getting fucked by the right guy, but
it's not really my thing.  If Mitchie wanted to I'd roll over for him in a
second, but he's almost entirely a bottom. He was pretty much the only one
I'd been with for quite a while, it'd been a while since anybody paid much
attention to my ass.  Standing on the dock with my legs spread, I reached
between my legs so I could work Mitch's hard pecs and harder nipples while
he licked and probed, motorboated and sucked on my sensitive hole was a
real treat.

About the time I thought my back was on the verge of sunburn, I decided it
was time for another special treat for him.  Standing up I turned around
and he sat back on his haunches, eyes glued to my half-hard rod, mouth open
like an obedient boi.

I teased him by tapping the tip of my dick against his flat pink tongue.
"You're such a good bitch. It's a shame I keep you all to myself."

"You want me to fuck other guys?"

"Hey, a guy doesn't hold out on his buds. You want me to bring some of my
friends in to keep your holes busy?" I shifted my hips forward and let my
dick slide into his open mouth. "I should take you to the skate park, strip
you down and park you on your hands and knees in the middle of the half
pipe.  There'd be a dozen or so hard sweaty boarders to feed you all the
meat and balljuice you can handle."

Mitch moaned, sending shivers up my dick and straight up my spine. "We'd
spitroast you for hours, trading off whenever we got close to cumming. And
you'd work for our cum, milking our hard cocks with your velvety throat and
hard muscled ass. Awww, fuuuuuck," I moaned as he started to really work on
getting my load off. "Fuck, Mitchie, you really are hungry for my cum,
aren't you?"

He pulled off and started milking my juicy dick with his big paw.  "Oh
yeah, JR, I want your tasty load.  I want every drop you can give me."

"Greedy bitch," I snarled, "I ought to teach you a lesson.  You think you
deserve my sperm any time you ... want ... OH" I couldn't help it.  I felt
my nuts pull up and start to empty their seed all over Mitch's flying fist,
which sent it flying all over his face and muscled chest.

"Aw, yeah," he said, lapping at the spurting cream right from my cockhead.

"Damn ... you ... Mitch ... gonna ... bust ... your ass ... for stealing
... it before ... before I was ready."

"Mmmmm, yeah," he said, licking at his creamy hand.  "It's worth it.  It's
always worth it."

I globbed up a fingerful of my spooge from his face and chest and held it
for him to suck up with his sweet, slutty mouth.  "Yeah, you've had your
way with my cum for days now.  I can't resist your pretty holes."

He moaned again, rubbing my softening dick against his stubbly face. "I
don't know what's better, eating your big thick meat or having it shoved up
my manhole."

"Well, if you play your cards right, you won't have to choose tonight,
babe." I pulled away from him.  "Let's go for a swim and get cleaned up
now."

We spent another hour or so splashing in the water, sunning on the small
wooden dock, and playing.  I'm still amazed that this big muscled dude is
such a docile sub and lets me abuse him verbally and, increasingly,
physically.

After a simple lunch and a few more chores around the place, I decided it
was time to get Mitch ready for his real surprise.

Very obediently, he got up on the heavy table in the living room and let me
tie his arms up over his head. Hanging by his wrists from the heavy
rafters, his toes barely balancing on the coffee table.  I loved the way
Mitch's muscles looked all stretched out, lightly twitching has he tensed
and settled each group in turn.

"Tonight's going to be real special, baby," I murmured.

"How?"

"You'll see.  First some more knots."  I slowly, methodically, wrapped his
body in a length of cotton clothesline pulling it snug while weaving and
tying an intricate web of rope around his beautiful muscles.  I'd seen
picture of intricate knots tied around a sub's body in some pictures on the
web.  While not nearly to that degree of beauty, I think I did a pretty
good job, encasing his body in a rope lacework, half-bondage, half-harness,
I worked to expose, isolate, and stimulate all of his beautiful muscles.

>From around his neck, I crossed the line in front of his chest, wrapped it
around to the small of his back, pulled it down between his hard glutes, up
beside his package and up over the ropes over his chest, tying them off at
his sternum. Starting another length of line around his waist, I pulled it
through the knot in the small of his back, up over his shoulders, down the
front and under his arms, and back up between his shoulder blades, pulling
the first rope down a bit and tying off in the middle.  More lengths
wrapped around his calves and forearms, and he looked like a gorgeous,
rope-clad roman gladiator.

I took some time to lick all around his body, especially near where the
line was rubbing into his skin, making him moan.

I took some lighter line and wrapped it loosely around his cock and balls
like a cockring, and let the ends dangle between his spread legs.  Finally,
I slowly wrapped one length of line around his head, over his eyes,
effectively blindfolding him.

Just for fun, I took some pictures with my phone to tease him with later.

I kept him like that for quite a while, putting some books under the table
to lift it up so he could rest a little.  I didn't want him totally
cramping up on me.  I climbed up on the table and buried my face into his
chest, feeling the tension of his stretched pecs and rubbing my face
against his rock hard nipples.

I'm always amazed how hard his nipples can get when he gets really turned
on.  Harder than a cock, absolutely like a rock.  Perfect for chewing on,
which got him moaning even more, and made his cock drool.

About then we heard the engine. It was the first time we'd heard any kind
of motor for days, and as it got louder I saw Mitchie start to get worried.
I knew what it was though.

My buddy Conner, whose family owned the cabin we'd been rutting in, was
going to join us for the night, before we cleared out (and up) and turn the
place back over to his family.

I held Mitch close while I worked on his chest, reassuring him by murmuring
softly as I licked and sucked and chewed.  When the door opened, he just
about jumped out of his skin. Con just walked in, whistled at the muscled
beauty i was going to share with him, and started stripping down to his
bare skin.

He didn't even say a word.  Just stripped down, right there in the open
door, marched over and dove face first into Mitch's asscrack.  At first
Mitch squeaked a noise you'd never expect to hear out of such a huge
muscled guy, but he calmed down right away once Con's mouth got a good grip
on his hungry manpussy.

Conner's the world's best rimmer, as i know from personal experience, Kind
of thin and gangly like me, he'd gotten enough guys off just by eating them
out that he had quite a reputation.  He loved sucking a man's ass and he
had guys lined up to get eaten.  And the result is Conner knows a lot, and
can tell just from the way a man's flesh quivers what works for him.

He got Mitch's number right away.  Before a whole minute went by, Mitch was
bucking and yelling.  I thought for a minute he was going to come loose
from his ropes and topple down on top of us.  I love his muscles and
feeling them while he was quaking and straining against Conner's tongue,
torn between getting more and not being able to take any more, was just
about as hot a thing as I can imagine.

This is the first time I'd shared Mitch with anyone, and it was fun for me
to take a back seat and just enjoy the ride while somebody else worked on
getting Mitch off. Watching Mitchie's hard body flex and strain against the
ropes I'd wrapped him in, all the while pressing his hard glutes back to
meet Con's thrusting tongue, I sat back on the couch, put my feet up and
worked my precum all over my hard cock.

After about 10 minutes Conner finally came up for air. "Shit, JR," where've
you been hiding this hungry whore?"

"Been keeping him to myself, but since I've almost used him up, i thought
it was time to start passing him around."

"He's a fucking monster," Con said, running his hands along the ropes and
Mitch's hard knotted muscles.

"Aw, he's just a cunt like any other.  You bring the stuff?"

"Oh yeah, it's in the back of the car.  I'll go get it." Buck naked, Con
danced off to the car.

I walked up to Mitch and started undoing the ropes around his wrists,
letting him rest his big bulk on me while he got his feet back.

"Con's got a hot tongue, doesn't he?"

"Oh yes, JR, almost as hot as yours."

I laughed.  "That's not all he's got.  So you've got two horny men to take
care of now.  Think you can take it?"

"I can if you want me to, JR," he murmured. "You're so good to me."

"You're going to get a night you'll never forget, if you can take it," I
whispered to him. "But first we need to feed Conner something so he'll last
the night.  Go put the rest of the stew on."

I'll leave out the part where we all ate a good meal.  Con brought a metal
dog bowl and we made Mitch eat his supper out of it under the table while
Con and I shot the shit and prodded Mitch with our feet.

So around sunset, we built a fire and got ourselves cleaned up a bit.
Mitch was in the shower while Conner and I lay by the fire making out and
getting our cocks good and juicy.  Mitch came out, his hair still dripping,
and immediately went on all fours and crawled to us.

He nuzzled and licked our feet and sucked our toes while we moaned around
each others' tongues. He went back and forth between us, at one point
getting my left and Con's right big toes into his mouth at the same time.

Feeling Mitch's soft wet tongue snaking around my toes always gets me
going, even though I'm not really into feet myself.  Mitchie's tongue just
about anywhere could get me going.  But feeling my buddy's hard body next
to mine, sucking his tongue and working his hard nipples while Mitchie
worked our feet was mind blowing.  Literally. I felt like I was stoned out
of my mind just from the three of us all playing.

Eventually I gave Mitch a little cuff under the chin with my foot, which he
knew was a signal for him to work his way up higher. He started to crawl up
my body, but I steered him up Con's.  After all, I'd been enjoying
Mitchie's mouth for days. Time to share with my buddy.

Meanwhile that gave me access to Miche's hot little ass.  For a big guy,
he's still got a tiny waist which makes his beautiful glute muscles flare
out broadly from the small of his back.  Looks great when he's on all
fours, especially with his head down nursing Con's hairy balls. I took the
opportunity to dive into his hole.  I thought it would be real sloppy after
all the fucking I'd given him, but like all his muscles his ring was in
perfect condition.  I pressed my face between his hard glutes and licked
around and around his hot tight pucker.  The little bitch started to hump
back on me. "What are you doing back there, buddy?" Con asked. "Whatever it
is, it's making your boy here go nuts on my nuts." That's what he said.  I
knew what it felt like, to have my nads stuffed into that hot wet mouth,
that tongue working over the hairy skin, massaging my balls as Mitch worked
up a big hard load to swallow.  I could also hear Mitch moaning, and when
he did that to me the vibrations rippled right up my spine and made my
teeth ache with pleasure.

I jabbed my tongue into his tight little rosebud and I felt him relax and
give way, hungry to be invaded as always.  I gave his upturned ass a good
hard slap, he jumped and Conner gave a little yelp.  "What's the matter,
bud? He bite you?"

"A little."

"Well, teach him a lesson, then."

"Oh, man," Con moaned as he grabbed a handful of Mitch's thick brown hair,
and yanked him up.  "Fucking bitch," he hissed giving Mitch a hard slap
across his already bruised cheek. "Maybe I should knock those fucking teeth
out of your head." Slap, slap.

"I'm sorry, sir," Mitch yelped. "I'm sorry."

"If I feel one more tooth on my cock, bitch, you're gonna be sorry."

"Please, sir, let me suck your big cock for you. I promise I'll take good
care of it and make it feel real good."

"Fucking right," Con said as he pulled Mitch's mouth down onto his hard
cock.  Grabbing another shank of hair in his other hand, he savagely pushed
Mitch's head down onto his crotch.

I could feel Mitch choking, his whole body quaking and his ass slamming
shut tight around my tongue.  I gave him another slap across his backside
to remind him what he was doing, and went back to work on his hot hole.  I
heard a plop and Mitch gasp for air before Con pulled him back down on his
long cock.  Con's rod isn't as thick as mine, so I knew Mitch would quickly
learn to accommodate its greater length.

Soon I could hear and feel his guttural moans as he began to relax into the
ride.  I heard Conner sigh a little.  "That's it, musclehead, eat that
meat."  I looked up and saw Mitch's head bobbing up and down as Con settle
back with his hands behind his head.

"Yeah," I encouraged. "Get that pole good and slicked up, 'cause the only
lube you're gonna get is what you can slobber on that big dick."

"Aw yeah," Con murmured, "suck on that meat, musclehead. Fuck, JR, where
did you pick up this hot pussy?"

"On the street, like any whore."

Conner laughed. "Not much of a whore, if she does you."

"For fucking free, too. Fucking stupid whore."

"Maybe we should dress her up like a whore and sell her holes on the
street."

I started to slide a finger up Mitch's hungry ass as he continued to work
up and down Con's cock. "Yeah, short little skirt, tight little top. Slutty
boots."

"And makeup, lots of trashy make up."

"With plenty of red lipstick so we can tell whether she's done a good job
by seeing how much of it she leaves on her dicks."

"Yeah," Conner sighed, pulling Mitch's face free of his dick. "Sound like
fun?"

"Anything JR wants, as long as I get plenty of his cock."

"Aw, you make me proud," I said, jabbing a second finger up him. "You make
me want to share you with all my friends."

Mitch was lying across Conner's thigh, sliding his lips up and down Con's
slick, shining cock, keeping it good and wet. I reached between Mitch's
legs and grabbed a handful of his cock and balls which were covered in his
copious dick drool.  "One thing though.  Mitchie might have trouble in
short little skirt. Maybe we should tie of his package good so it drops
off."

"Aw, fuck man, you want to rip off his nads?"

"Not good for much on a whore.  Just makes him think he can pretend to be a
man, instead of the fuckhole he is." Mitch's cock pulsed and suddenly my
fist was covered in another big glob of his pre. Mitch leaks like a faucet
when he gets going, and part of his thing is definitely the mismatch
between his hard muscled body and his hungry holes.

"Aw, I like his nads.  They grow these nice muscles on him."

"Yeah, I guess.  So is that cock of yours ready to taste his tight little
asshole, or do you wanna paint his tonsils first?"

Aw, man, you know me, can't ever get enough hole."

I slapped Mitch's ass again and coaxed him to crawl up Con's body. I
watched his glutes shift and pulse as he walked up on his knees.  He
nuzzled his face into Con's neck and started to rub his cock and balls
against Con's flat belly. I pushed Con's cock up into Mitch's crack and
Mitch's hips started to roll back and forth.  After a bit, Mitch lifted up
and let me position the tip of Con's long, slender dick at the entrance to
his hole.

Mitch is amazing, his hole is nice and tight but he has such control of his
muscles that he can make it open like a mouth and suck up whatever he wants
inside it. And he wanted some hot hard cock.

"Yeah, baby, that ass knows what it wants, doesn't it?" Mitch leaned back
on his haunches and took every inch of Conner's dick in one slow
stroke. Once it was embedded up his hole, he reared up and started to grind
his hips down, stroking it against every nerve ending he had up there.

I straddled Con's thighs and let my hard dong slide up and down Mitch ass
as well, reaching my hands around him so I could play with his chest and
belly while Con watched.

"Fuck, JR, this bitch is a beauty," Con breathed.  "Look at those muscles."

I reached around and twisted Mitch's nips which I knew would make every
muscle tense and stand out while he continued to grind against Con's
throbber.  I slapped at his pecs and abs, which I knew would make his cock
jump, making his copious precum fly around Con's chest and belly.

"Aw, man, your guts are milking my dick!"

I gave Mitch a squeeze around the middle and a kiss on the neck. "You doing
a good job on my friend?" Mitch just moaned and nodded. "Good boy. You
really like having that hole of yours stretched, don't you?"

"Mmm, yeah."

I reached down and jabbed a finger up beside Con's dick, and was rewarded
by a happy yelp. "Yeah, that's a hungry little fuck hole, isn't it,
musclehead?" Con started hunching his hips up and down, rabbit fucking
Mitchie's hole while he continued to stir the pot.

"Turn around," I ordered. I helped Mitch rotate his body around while still
impaled on Conner's stiffy, so he was facing me.  I took a hold of his
leaking cock and gave it a couple good strokes, while I moved in and fed
him my hot tongue.

We sucked face for a bit while I stroked his hard body. Mitch's breathing
getting heavier and rougher.  I looked over his shoulder at Conner whose
mouth was open and eyes were closed. "You're a good boi, Mitch, your pussy
has Con totally blissed out."

Con just kind of moaned and I knew the kind of magic Mitch's muscular ass
was doing to his dick.  I couldn't help but duck down and slurp up Mitch's
hard cock which was covered with more pre than you'd need to fuck a dozen
virgins.  I wiped up as much as I could with my tongue and fed it to the
little muscle whore, which he slurped and swallowed like it was the
sweetest juice he'd ever had. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and held
on, working his slutty tongue around like it was my juicy cock.

I pushed Mitch back onto Con's body and I heard Con's breath kind of whoosh
out.  Mitch is a big guy, bigger than Con or I had much experience with
otherwise, certainly as our bottom.  I took a moment to admire Con's long
slender pole as it jacked in and out of Mitch's clutching manhole. Then I
stroked up and down with the palm of my hand, from Con's balls up his dick,
over Mitch's taint up to his balls and back again.  Con's legs started
thrashing at that.  I decided to up the ante and dove down to follow up
with my tongue.  I darted it into Con's hole, over his taint, around his
balls, up his shaft, around Mitch's pussy lips, over his taint, over his
balls, up to the tip of his dick and back down again.  That got them both
going real good.  Con was hunching his hips up and down, Mitch was twerking
his ass up and down on every inch he could.

I crawled up their bodies, kissing and licking the Mitch's sweaty smooth
tan skin, tracking his abs and circling his hard nips.  I got up to his
neck and murmured into his ear, "You having a good time, baby? Con giving
you a good hard fuck the way you like?


"Ohhh, yeah... JR. ...Thank ....you." He was so sweet.

"Are you ready for your surprise, buddy?"

"There's...more...?" he breathed.

"Oh yeah, baby, there's more."  I reached down between my legs and grabbed
my hard meat.  I let the head press into Mitch's taint as he rode up and
down.  Then I pushed it further down, so it was in line with Conner's long
stick.  I pressed my thumb below the head and wrapped a couple fingers
around Con's pole, pressing them together, And as if Mitchie's hole was
born just to get fucked, I felt his ass lips respond to the pressure of the
head of my cock and open right up, sucking my cock head inside, right along
Con's.  Mitch's eyes flew open and his muscles tightened. All except his
assring which obediently stretched open more and more, accepting the
invasion of two hard cocks at the same time.  "Ssshh, buddy," I
whispered. "It's okay.  Take those cocks."

"Ohh, fuuucccckkkkk." Mitch's eyes rolled back into his head and he sucked
a lot of air through his clenched teeth.  I felt his assring tense up a
little, relax, stretch, tense again, relax again.  I pressed up with my
hips just a bit and my cock slide right in along side Con's.  After a
moment, Mitch relaxed again I took that as a cue to start sawing in and
out.

Mitch took it like a champ, as he did everything I gave him.  He has such
total control of every muscle in his body, I soon felt him start milking
our cocks.  Con and I both started working in and out of his hole,
sometimes in unison, sometimes alternately, and Mitch just growled with a
low guttural purr that was the sexiest thing I've ever heard in my life.

With my cock and my buddy's buried into my fucktoy/boyfriend's ass, I
pulled Mitch's torso up and leaned back a little, so Mitch was sitting on
our conjoined tool.  Mitch's head flopped forward onto my shoulder and I
could hear him whimpering.  "You okay, baby?" I asked.

Mitch's lips and tongue started sucking at my shoulder, slobbering and
nibbling up my neck and to my ear.  I could hear him murmuring, "Oh gawd
... thank you JR ... fuck my pussy...fuck my pussy...thank you ....don't
stop..." over and over again.

If you've never double fucked a dude, it's a wild sensation.  You can feel
his ass clutching around your dick, but only part way.  The underside of
your dick is pressed up hard against your buddy's dick, so you can feel his
tube and veins pulse as you fuck. So you're getting not only your rhythm
and your fuckhole's, but your buddy's as well.

We were sweating, and I could feel Mitch's mouth drool dripping down my
neck and back, and his dick drool practically spurting between our bellies.

Con started making that "hnng hnng' noise he makes so I knew he was getting
close.  "You hear that, Mitch? You're doing a good job.  Con's about to
blow his load up inside your hole."

When Mitch decides to ramp up the ass action, his incredible muscles can do
this milking thing, rippling up and down the length of your cock as he
rides, practically like a fist trying to draw out your juices.  With his
ass stretched over two cocks it was like a hot wet velvety vice sliding up
and down.  I felt Con's cock pulse and could feel his spooge pump up his
tube as his started to blow his wad.  The hot wet spunk splashed up and
around my cock and seemed to disappear up Mitch's sucking hole.

"Aw, fuck!" I growled as my own nut started to blast down my tube hard and
spray deep inside my Mitchie's sucking manpussy. "AW FUCK! You made me come
again! That's two loads you got without permission!"

"So good, soo good, I love ur sperm inside me, JR. I love having you in
me."  His muscled hole was still sucking our cocks, as if it was afraid
they'd get soft if it didn't keep sucking really hard.

As my orgasm subsided and I could tell Con's was as well, I reached between
my body and Mitch's and wrapped my fist around his rock hard, slick and
silky cock.  "Aw, baby, you're so good.  Your body is so perfect. Your
pussy so hungry and tight," I whispered as I stroked him.  "You still have
to be punished for stealing my loads from me before I was ready, you know."

He kind of nodded, still working his ass around our spent pricks.

"But you've been a good boy, and I think you deserve a special treat."

"More?"

"Yeah, baby." I coaxed him up off our cocks, and his pussy slurped as they
slipped free. Con was practically passed out, as he often was after a big
hard cum.  "You want to clean your ass juices off my pretty cock?"

"Oh yes, JR, please please.  I'd love to taste both your juices that you
fucked me with so good."

"Good, baby. You're going to. But first, help me flip this sack of shit
over." I grabbed Con by his shoulders and Mitch did by his hips and we
turned him on his belly. Con just sighed happily.  I knelt around Con's
head and directed Mitch to crawl over his body.  He tried to catch my
dripping cock in his mouth but I grabbed him by his hair and held him at
bay. "Not yet, musclehead.  First I want you to plant your roided out cock
up Conner's pussy."

"My cock? In his...?"

I tugged his hair. "What's the matter with you? Too thick headed to
understand instructions?  Fuck. His. Hole."

Now Mitch is a power bottom. I'm not sure he's ever really fucked a dude up
the ass. I know he didn't get off on it the way a top would.  But he
obediently reached down and grabbed his crowbar stiff shaft and pressed it
between Conner's smooth asscheeks.  He prodded around, trying to find the
entrance, and Con gave a couple yelps the way you do when your top can't
quite find the right angle.  Luckily I knew that Con was a very experienced
bottom as well, and wouldn't have any trouble showing Mitch the way.  I saw
Mitch's confused brow smooth out and heard Con give a contented sigh and I
knew they were good to go.  I pulled Mitch's face toward my cock.  "Yeah,
baby, that's it. Fuck that hole good, while you suck on my meat."

Mitch was insatiable. He impaled himself on my cock, right down to the
root, and I could see his hard glutes flex hard as he pressed his cock into
Con's prone body.  I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pulled him down
so just the head of my cock was between his full wet lips, and I saw his
hips pull out of Con slightly.  I pulled his head back down and was pleased
to see his hips press forward again.  I pulled his face up and down my pole
and fucked my buddy Con with my best fucktoy's cock at the same time.

It had kept Mitch hard most of the day and not let him cum, so knew Con's
talented ass wouldn't take long to coax a load out. "Yeah, that's it baby,
fuck that hole good.  Make me proud. Shoot a big boyload up Con's tight
butt."

Mitch moaned around my cock and buried it down his throat.  His hips
punched his cock up Con's willing hole three or four times as hard as I've
ever seen them, and then his whole body tensed up.  When Mitch cums, his
muscles tense and flex up so much, watching his back and butt muscles shred
made me love the musclehead's body all the more.  I could practically feel
his body unloading his pent up sperm into Con.  Con could definitely feel
it.  He moaned the sigh of a well-satisfied cumhole!

After a moment, Mitch just seemed to disengage. He releases my cock all at
once, and kind of toppled over onto the floor, his chest heaving trying to
catch his breath.  Con kind of pushed me off him and rolled over, a big
goofy smile on his face.  The slut even reached between his legs and put a
finger up his hole testing for Mitch's load.

I got down on the ground between them facing Mitch, who I pulled into as
big a bear hug as a little guy like me can give a huge muscle stud.
Mitch's eyes unglazed a little as he looked at me and mouthed "I love you."


"I love you, too, buddy," I murmured at him as he curled up into my arms.
For a big overbuilt muscle guy, he's just a puppy.


Con came up behind me and spooned us.  The bitch's cock was hard again and
poking at my back door. "When do I get a shot at yours, JR?" he whispered.


"Not in front of the b-o-y," I whispered back.  Mitch smiled sweetly and
nestled deeper into my neck.