Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 18:22:56 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked 30

This story is a collaboration by myself and another writer who contributed
greatly his talent and ideas.  If you liked the story---or if you
didn't---we would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com and
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		       Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked

			      Chapter Thirty
			       (My Birthday)
		   A side step to Jerome's Point of View

Jerome stepped into the living room with the tin tub full of various
locally brewed beers and ice.  "Who needs a drink?" he called out to the
men assembled in the room before him.  Marco followed close behind him with
cups and a pitcher of some rum and fruit juice drink.

The men eagerly stepped forward and helped themselves to the drinks.  The
number of men made the usually spacious room seem small and cramped as
Jerome and Marco passed out the refreshments.  The two shared a smile as
they set the drinks on a side table that would act as the bar for the
evening.  Jerome had been fucking the native kid since he'd arrived a few
days before.  It seemed like the kid couldn't get enough of Jerome's huge
cock.

"The guest of honor should be here any minute," Jerome told the guys.  All
of them were dressed casually in shorts or jeans and t-shirts.  His eyes
roved over the crowd and took in all the handsome men with wonderment.
"Leave it to Kenny," he thought to himself, "to bring this many hot guys
together like this."  The conversation settled down as all eyes turned to
Jerome.

"This is a surprise party so you all know what to do when they come in the
door," Jerome continued.  "Everyone here is clean and vouched for so you
don't need to worry about condoms.  This night is for Kenny so everyone
take as many turns as you want.  I expect he'll wear us out before we'll
wear him out." There were more than a few chuckles from the assembled men.
"Anyway," Jerome said after a minute to let the men quiet down, "help
yourselves to the drinks.  There's also sandwiches and snacks in the
kitchen if you want."

Jerome helped himself to a beer, a kind called Dead Elephant, that tasted
better than the name would leave one to believe.  He stepped over to the
corner by the 'bar' as the men resumed their conversations.  He looked over
the group and smiled to himself at the various groups; all these different
men with only one common denominator.  His nephew, Kenny.

On one side were the guys who had obviously grown up with Kenny.  There was
a Hispanic guy named Luis, a tall black guy named Damon and two white boys,
Tyler and Mike.  They all looked like jocks with the exception of Kenny's
best-friend, Kyle, who stood with the group but didn't really seem a part
of it.  Jerome had known Kyle since he was a kid and realized he'd grown
into a striking man, handsome and with an urban edge.  Kyle had been such a
skinny, awkward kid it was nice to see that he'd turned out so well.

With them was Michael, Jack's nephew.  Jerome hadn't really had time to
talk with him but got the impression he was an egotistical asshole.  He
looked like sin on the sidewalk, as Jerome's mother would say, but he had
an attitude that was evident from across the room.  Too bad because he was
right up Jerome's alley.

On the couch was a hodge-podge of guys, one of them was some kind of priest
or pastor.  The priest's muscular build didn't fit with Jerome's mental
image of someone with his vocation.  He was talking to a really
good-looking young guy.  Jerome remembered the guy's name was Ted but he
wasn't sure how he knew Kenny.  He also had the look of a jock and was near
Kenny's age.  Beside them were two men, obviously a couple, in their
thirties.  Again, Jerome found himself at a loss as to how they knew his
nephew but he figured it was from Kenny's tourist fishing job since they
had thick German accents.

Standing behind the sheet-covered couch were the native islanders.  Jerome
knew Marco, the house boy, and had met his three brothers and two fathers.
One was the step-dad and the younger one was the biological father.  There
was some bad blood between Jack and the bio-dad but Jerome didn't know the
reason for it.  They were all nice to look at with differing bodies and
features from their mixed race background.  Jerome couldn't get enough of
their subtle island accent.

Across the room, Jerome watched the Marines.  He knew Brady, who was soon
to be his nephew-in-law, and Brady's friend Cooper.  Jerome remembered all
too well the engagement party back home where Cooper, the best man, had
gone home with Jerome and spent the night in his bed worshipping Jerome's
hefty cock.  The drunk cowboy had ridden him like a stud horse for most of
the night.

The two men were talking with another two.  The dark-haired one, Norman who
hated to be called Norm, was also a former Marine.  Jerome, former Navy,
thought of some jokes he could've made about Marines grouping up and he
grinned.  The fourth guy with them was a blond guy, Steven, who went to
school with Norman and Kenny.  Jerome knew he was on the swim team and he'd
met Kenny at the school's gym.  He could tell even through Steven's clothes
that he had an incredible body and ass.

Jerome nodded to the two men as Brady and Cooper looked his way.  Cooper
eyed him with a lustful hunger, undoubtedly wanting more of what Jerome
could give him, while Brady wore a smug grin.  Jerome's lip curled up.
Brady, who had the dubious distinction of having fucked both Jerome's
nephew and niece, was trying for the family trifecta.  He'd made his
interest in Jerome very obvious.  Jerome felt a kind of grudging respect
for the big, muscled hunk and was sorely tempted to let the guy fuck him
because he knew it would be amazing.  Yet, he didn't want to give him the
satisfaction.

Jerome resolved to have a conversation with the large Marine before his
sister and her family arrived for the wedding in a few days.  Even if Lisa
wanted to have a threesome or more, as Brady claimed, with Jerome and
possible Kenny, he needed to make sure Brady knew what kind of expectations
his new Uncle-in-law would have about his married life.  Mainly that Brady
would have to keep his dick in his pants.

He turned away from the guys and looked at the pictures on the wall.  There
was one of Justin, a very good looking kid, and felt a pang of regret that
he'd never met the infamous Walker.  He stood at the edge of a forest and
Jerome assumed it must have been taken not long before Justin died.  He
wore only a brief bathing suit, skin wet from the lake that could be seen
in the corner of the picture.  He stood with an easy posture that still
seemed to exude confidence and the smug grin on his face only complimented
his appeal.

Beside the picture of Justin was one of Kenny, his senior picture.  Jerome
could see why the two boys had been drawn to one another.  Like Justin,
Kenny was startlingly handsome.  He had the sharp features of his Korean
mother but they were softened and rounded by his father's genes.  He was
tall and leanly muscled in a way that gave him an innate grace that could
be predatory one moment and balletic in the next.  Jerome imagined that
every person who looked at his nephew wanted him for his exotic beauty.
Jerome knew the effect it had on himself.

The difference between the two was obvious in the photo of Kenny with his
big, open smile.  Jerome knew from much experience and the little bit he'd
overheard about Justin that he was the type of boy who knew he was
stunning, who could wield it like a weapon to get what he wanted.  Kenny,
on the other hand, was completely oblivious of his own appeal, guileless
and earnest.

Above the two photos was another pair.  One showcased Jack and Justin and
seemed to have been taken around the same time as the one with just Justin.
The other was a candid photo of Jack and Kenny.  Both were shirtless, their
arms loosely around one another, standing before an abandoned windmill in a
field surrounded by lush jungle.  They looked happy though there were
shadows in Jack's eyes.  Jerome assumed it was taken soon after the two had
moved to the islands.

They made a handsome couple and Jerome found his mind wandering as he
studied the picture.  Kenny looked much the same as he had then, two or
three years before.  Jack looked better now, if that was possible.  His
training and competing in triathlons had made his body harder and more
defined.  Jerome assumed that some of it was also due to Kenny's influence
in Jack's life.  The older man just oozed happiness and contentment.

Jerome remembered his last vacation to the island when he'd stayed with
Kenny and Jack.  He'd hardly seen any of the sights as they'd spent the
majority of their time fucking one another stupid.  Jerome, who didn't
consider himself a bottom except under special circumstances, had found
himself unable to resist the two men or anything they wanted from him.  He
felt himself growing hard as he considered all they had done to him and
with him.

He was torn out of his memories as he heard a muted honk from a car in
front of the house.  It was the signal from Jack that they were home from
Kenny's birthday dinner.  Marco, standing close to the door, hit the
overhead lights and shushed the crowd.  They all waited, suspended in
anticipation, as the front door swung open.

Jack held the door open and Kenny walked in.  The group of twenty-plus men
yelled out, "Surprise!" and Marco threw on the lights.  Kenny froze in the
doorway with a look of shock, truly surprised, and Jerome found himself
smiling at his nephew's bewilderment.

Kenny's eyes tracked around the room, landing briefly on each guy, and
Jerome saw awareness creeping into his expression.  When he saw Kyle he
snapped out of his daze and quickly crossed the room to his best friend.
Kenny pulled him into a tight hug, whispering something into Kyle's ear
that Jerome couldn't make out over the sudden noise of the other men
talking.

Kenny released Kyle after a full minute and began greeting the guys closest
to him, those he'd gone to high school with.  From there he made his way
around the room shaking hands, hugging some and speaking to everyone.  Jack
made his way over to Jerome after stopping to talk to a few of the others.

"Everything's ready?" he asked Jerome.

"Yeah, we're good to go.  You pulled it off," Jerome said.  Just then Kenny
found Jerome and wrapped him up in a tight embrace.  Kenny pulled back and
looked into Jerome's eyes, letting Jerome see that he was flushed with
emotion and excitement.

"Did you know about this?" Kenny questioned him.  Jerome nodded that he
had.  Kenny leaned forward and brushed a kiss across his lips before
turning to Jack.  "Did you plan all this?"

"I had something to do with it," Jack nodded once with a big smile.

"Jesus, I love you," Kenny told the other man before crushing his lips
against Jack's.  They kissed passionately for a minute before someone in
the crowd started jeering at them.  Jack turned Kenny around in his arms to
face the assembled men and wrapped his arms loosely around him.

Jerome was right next to them so he heard Jack whisper to Kenny, "You know
why they're all here?"  Jerome was also close enough to see the slight
tremor travel through his nephew and they way he pushed his ass back
against Jack's groin.  "Yup," Jack continued.  "You're getting fucked good
tonight."  Kenny's breath hitched and he pulled one of Jack's hands down to
his swelling crotch.

"Okay, guys," Jack yelled out.  The noise level dropped and all eyes turned
to Jack and Kenny.  "The kid's going to hit the head then the fun begins!"
He let go of Kenny and gave him a little shove followed up with a tap on
the ass.  Kenny practically raced from the room in excitement, to the
chuckles of a few of the men.  Jerome had harbored a fear that Kenny might
not want to participate and was relieved to see his obvious readiness.

With Kenny out of the room most of the guys found seats or got new drinks.
Jack and Jerome broke into action.  They went out to the garden shed in the
backyard and carried the special table into the house.  It was a round top,
about three feet wide, with a padded leather cover fitted to the top.  It
had a central column with four wide feet and adjustable height.  They
placed it in the center of the living room over a black blanket that was
spread on the floor.

Marco had turned on the TV and put a porn movie on.  He set the volume so
that it could be heard but wouldn't distract from the real noises that
would soon fill the room.  With everything ready Jack and Jerome exchanged
a look and began undressing.  It was all the signal the rest of the men
needed as they began disrobing.

Jerome couldn't keep his eyes from roaming, taking in all the hard muscle
and masculine bodies on display.  Each was different yet individually
compelling and Jerome took a moment to mentally thank his nephew for his
good taste.  Hell, there was some big meat on display, he thought.  Some
already hard.  Unconsciously he licked his lips.

Kenny came back into the room and stopped cold at seeing the round table
and all the naked men.  For a second he looked nervous but his eyes fell on
Jack and the table then they cleared and he began unbuttoning the dress
shirt he'd worn to dinner.

Jerome's cock began responding to all the visual stimulation, more so as
Kenny seemed to put on a show, dragging the shirt slowly off his arms.  He
undid his belt and pants then bent all the way over to push them down to
his ankles and off.  Jerome wanted to laugh at his brazenness and jump him
all at the same time.  He was certain he wasn't the only one.

Amazingly, Kenny looked even better than Jerome remembered.  His athletic
body was even more toned and ripped, mature yet still graceful.  Island
life agreed with him.  The skin around his waist and just below the cheeks
of his hard, rounded ass bore the faintest suggestions of tan lines but
he'd obviously spent plenty of time in the sun without a bathing suit.  His
cock, big but not huge and perfectly round with a curve up like a banana,
was hard and tapping against his abs.

He walked over to Jack and the table in the center of the room.  "You ready
for this?" Jack asked and ran a soothing hand over Kenny's back.

"Yes, you know I am," Kenny replied in a breathless hiss.  Jack stepped
back and Michael, Jack's nephew, stepped forward with Luis.  Jack had
worked this out ahead of time so all the guys would know their place in
sequence.  They were going in a timeline and Michael was standing in,
symbolically, for Justin who'd been Kenny's first.

Jerome looked over the blonde guy, impressed with how much cock the guy
had.  Apparently being hung ran in Jack's family.  Jerome's ass clenched as
he remembered just how hung Jack had felt in his own ass.  Jack went to
hand him a bottle of lube but Kenny stopped him, "We don't need it, I'm
ready."

Kenny bent over the table, raised to waist height, and presented his ass to
Michael.  Luis came around the front and ran his hard, uncut cock over
Kenny's lips and face.  Michael took the opportunity to slap his cock
against Kenny's ass.  Kenny spread his legs slightly wider and Michael
nudged the head of his hard cock into the crease.  As Kenny opened his
mouth for Luis Michael speared into his ass and Kenny's grunt was smothered
by the meat Luis was feeding him.

Jerome felt a shiver of excitement as he watched his nephew getting stuffed
at both ends.  He held his rampant cock in a loose grip and leaned back
against the wall where he had a good view of the action.  Michael wasn't
waiting for Kenny to adjust, though Jerome knew he probably didn't have to
with Kenny's talented ass, and began fucking him with long strokes.

A hand landed on Jerome's abs and stroked down to his cock.  Jerome looked
over to find Jack leaning against the wall beside him.  He relinquished his
cock to Jack's loose grip and reached over to give Jack a hand.  They kept
their touches light, enough to ease the ache but keep them from getting to
hot.  They shared a look and Jerome couldn't help leaning over to push his
tongue into Jack's mouth.  It was a deep kiss but only for a few seconds as
they turned back to the action.

As he'd been instructed, Michael wasn't holding back and trying to last.
He was fucking Kenny, hellbent on getting off quick and hard.  Luis was the
one taking his time, sliding his cock into Kenny's wet mouth slowly like he
was savoring the humid heat.  Jerome could see Kenny's throat opening for
the Latin stud with each plunge of his cock.

Jerome couldn't help but notice that no one was looking at the porno on the
screen, all eyes were fixed on the action taking place in the center of the
room or flicking around the room.  Most were stroking themselves but a few
were giving each other a hand like Jerome and Jack.  Jerome's gaze met
Brady's and he nodded, a sort of this-is-fucking-incredible
acknowledgement.

Michael let out a shout and Jerome knew he was cumming in Kenny's ass.  The
guy's body shook and Jerome could hear Kenny's moan around Luis's cock as
his ass was filled with hot cum.  Michael leaned over and kissed one of
Kenny's shoulders before he pulled away, his semi-stiff cock connected for
a second by thread of cum to Kenny's ass.

Luis took Michael's place as two more of Kenny's former team mates stepped
forward, followed by Damon.  Jerome had to take Jack's hand off his cock as
he knew their turns were coming up.  He walked to the improvised bar and
grabbed a beer for himself and Jack.  He needed something to cool off his
heated belly and throat.  Watching Kenny get gang-fucked was proving to be
more of turn on than he could've imagined.

Handing Jack his beer, Jerome was just in time to see the guy, Tyler maybe,
cum in Kenny's mouth with a high-pitched moan.  Luis wasn't far behind.
Damon took Luis's place while the other guy filled Kenny's vacant mouth.
As Damon sank his cock into him Kenny pulled off the guy fucking his face
and panted, gritting his teeth.  "Damon," he moaned and looked back to see
the stud filling his ass.  Damon, who was very nearly as big as Jerome,
halted as though he'd hit bottom.  Slowly but surely he pushed on and
Jerome saw Kenny's mouth drop open as Damon crushed Kenny's ass with his
pelvis and totally impaled him.

"Fuck," Jack sighed and Jerome nodded, squeezing the base of his own cock
to keep from getting too excited.  He took a slug of his beer and watched
his nephew get long-dicked by what had to be a foot of thick, black cock.

Jerome could see the moment when Kenny really opened up to Damon, had felt
it on his own cock enough times.  Kenny went limp and Damon's monster of a
cock glided easily through his ass.  The guy at Kenny's mouth took the
opportunity to get back inside.  The room echoed with the meeting of
Damon's and Kenny's bodies as Damon picked up the pace and force of his
fucking.  Kenny's noises became drowned in the increasing slap, slap, slap
along with the dick in his throat.

Jack chugged his beer and handed the empty to Jerome who set it aside on a
table.  Jack stepped into the middle of the room and motioned Kyle forward.
Kyle wasn't the best built guy in the room and didn't have the smallest
cock but was far from the biggest.  For all that he rose confidently from
the couch and stood across from Jack as Damon roared out his completion.

The guy who'd been getting sucked took Kenny's ass and came with a few
sharp thrusts.  Jack helped Kenny stand up as Kyle adjusted the table.
Then Kenny laid on his back and pulled his legs up and open.  Kyle stepped
between them and pushed in.  He leaned forward and kissed Kenny deeply
before thrusting.  Kenny fell back and his head hung over the other edge of
the table.  Jack stepped around and fed his cock into Kenny.  I had to be
noticeable that this was more love making than raw fucking.

Kyle didn't last long and it was Brady's turn.  Jack gave his place to
Cooper, who Jerome had agreed to let take his turn beforehand.  The two
fucked Kenny wildly, leaning forward often to kiss over his body.  Jerome
enjoyed watching them.  Brady was the most heavily built man in the room,
looking like a bodybuilder.  It was amazing to watch that body in motion.
Jerome couldn't help reconsidering his choice to stay away from Brady, no
matter his reasons.

After the two had cum in Kenny's ass a couple of Jack's former deputies
took a turn and Jerome stepped forward.  His turn was fast approaching and
the ache in his balls was almost unbearable.  He felt like he would burst
if he didn't get to cum soon.

Finally Jerome saw relief in sight as the last deputy unloaded and vacated
Kenny's ass.  He got Kenny up onto his hands and knees after lowering the
table.  He took a second to admire Kenny's ass, running a big hand over his
nephew's back and the firmly round ass.  He spread the cheeks and studied
the sloppy little hole.  It was gaping open slightly and trails of cum ran
down the insides of both thighs and the back of his balls.  The loosened
muscles were a little pink and swollen already, barely even halfway through
the group.

He did a quick survey of the room, noting the looks of admiration.  Jerome
had the largest cock in the room and it filled him with a sense of prideful
masculinity, something he hadn't felt in awhile.  Not since he was in the
Navy and had been in some pretty wild scenes but nothing that compared to
this.

Unable to deny his needs any longer Jerome found the hole with the head of
his cock and slid it home.  There wasn't any impediment to his passage as
he plunged home on what felt like a river of warm cum.  Kenny grunted and
dropped his head as Jerome shoved home.  "Aww, fuck?  Jerome."

"Christ, Kenny?," he groaned.  He'd never taken an ass so easily and had to
fight not to cum from the long insertion.  It was a close thing as he
clutched Kenny's hips, large black hands standing out over golden-brown
skin.

He slowly pulled back and pushed in harder.  He'd never felt anything like
the wet grasping passage that was tight yet looser than he'd felt it
before.  He tried an even harder thrust and grunted as Kenny cried out,
body shaking.

Harder and faster, long and deep, he fucked his nephew.  Within a dozen
thrusts he felt close but knew he could give Kenny a good fucking before he
came, only that's not the way it worked out.  Kenny seized and came apart
before his eyes with a sound like a scream and a moan.  He'd made Kenny cum
on his cock.  The fact of it, along with the milking spasms from Kenny's
chute, sent him hurtling over the edge into orgasm.

Jerome came so hard it hurt.  His balls felt like they'd been turned inside
out and his body jerked, twitched like he'd been electrocuted.  He fell
over Kenny's back and hugged him tight to keep from flying apart.  His
whole body throbbed with each hard spurt of cum leaving his dick.

He mumbled a thanks to Jack when the man helped him over to the couch when
he could finally stand to pull out of Kenny.  The way Kenny's hole caught
at the rim of his cock as he plopped free sent aftershocks through him that
would've made him collapse if Jack hadn't been there.  He settled on the
couch next to Kyle and let his head loll back on the cushions.

Jerome came a little more alert as he heard Kyle mutter, "Shit."  He looked
up and saw Marco's family surrounding Kenny.  They were fucking him in a
moving circle.  A little taste of whichever end they stood at and they
moved round.  Marco's stepdad had a cock like Jerome's or Damon's.  If he
hadn't been present the rest of the natives would have looked huge.

It went on for a while until each had cum in one orifice or the other.
Jerome glanced over at Kyle and Damon on the other side of him.  Both were
hard and stroking themselves.  He'd talked to them before the party started
and considered them the two straightest guys present.

After Marco and his family the other guys stepped up.  The hairy Marine,
Norman, was amazing.  He put Kenny on his belly and spread his legs until
his inner thighs rested on the edges of the table with his ass at the very
edge.  He held Kenny down with a hand on his shoulder and lower back each
as he fucked him with a huge cock.  Watching him made Jerome's reluctant
cock fill with blood.

When the last man finished cumming in Kenny's ass and Jack stepped forward.
He helped Kenny sit on the edge of the table and offered him a beer or
water.  Kenny took the beer and chugged it then did the same with the
bottle of water.  "You okay?" Jack asked him and he nodded.  "You want some
more?"

"Oh, God?," he started and paused to consider.  He had to be sore at both
ends, he'd just taken on more than twenty guys, but he looked into Jack's
eyes and said, "Yes, more.  Fuck this is so awesome."

Kenny squirmed around onto his back as Jack raised the table.  Marco's dad,
Ian, came forward and got between his legs and lifted them at the knees.
He slammed his big cock into Kenny's hole and made him gasp.  From there
things devolved.

Luis, who Jerome remembered from Kenny's stories was confused about his
sexuality when they were in school, was on his knees in front of the couch.
He went up and down the line as he gave head to Damon, Kyle, Jerome and the
stud from the swim team at the university.  Judging by his technique and
the fact he could nearly swallow Jerome whole, the guy seemed to have had
some practice sucking guys off.  Vaguely he remembered Luis had never left
town after high school and worked at a factory with his dad.

While Luis was working his cock Jerome watched more guys come up to get
seconds from Kenny.  He also noticed a few of the guys dropping to their
knees to service their friends.  Marco was even up against the wall getting
fucked by one of his larger, but not older, brothers.

Jerome spotted Jack taking in all the action from the door to the kitchen
with a soft smile.  Jerome knew Jack liked taking care of Kenny, giving him
things.  He remembered the conversation they'd had the day before over
breakfast.  He'd spent the night in Jack's and Kenny's bed and the two of
them had woken long before his nephew.

"I still can't believe you're organizing all this," Jerome had said.

"I'd do anything to make Kenny happy," Jack had replied simply.

"But aren't you worried?  I mean, I know you're not monogamous but? what if
he finds someone better?  Someone younger?"  And maybe the last question
was more about Jerome being forty than Jack who was forty-one but he had to
ask.

Jack got a faraway look and shrugged before saying, "Look, Jerome, you
don't understand.  Kenny always chooses me.  No matter where he's been or
who he was with he spends every night in my bed.  At the end of the day I'm
always his first choice."

"Still," Jerome started, trying to wrap his head around their relationship.

"I had to sacrifice a lot at an early age because of my son.  I don't want
Kenny to give up anything.  He's still a young man and he should get to
experience everything life has to offer, including all the sex he can
manage."  He'd paused and given Jerome a reassuring smile.  "In the end I
just have faith that I'll be Kenny's first choice for the rest of my life.
When I'm gone, well, he'll make another choice."

That had put an end to the conversation but Jerome couldn't help thinking
about it more.  He'd been badly hurt by a man he'd given his heart to and
Jerome couldn't imagine Jack's kind of trust.  Only later that same day
he'd seen something that he would never forget.

He had come to the back door after a brief post-swim nap.  He'd found Jack
fucking Kenny on a lounge chair in the backyard.  Getting hard, he'd
watched the two fucking energetically.  Jack's dedication to his triathlon
goals had made him hard and defined with the added benefit of extra
stamina.  It showed in the way the two fucked.  Only when he came in Kenny,
and Kenny shot over his stomach, they'd shared a look.

It was impossible for Jerome to later describe that look.  It was like the
communion of two souls, regardless of the kind of sex they'd just shared,
it was written all over both their faces.  Suddenly Jerome had felt not
like a voyeur but like an intruder.  He'd backed away from the door with a
sense of pride for his nephew and an uneasy feeling of jealousy in the pit
of his stomach.  He'd found Marco, studying in his room, and jumped him.
Angry and excited he'd taken it out on Marco's ass, not that the smaller
man seemed to mind.

Now, Jerome studied Jack and felt that same queasy feeling of anger,
jealousy and pride.  He tore his eyes away from the man and watched his
nephew getting gang-banged while Luis slobbered over his cock and balls.

Damon got up to have another go at Kenny's ass and Luis went with him.
Damon slipped in easily and Kenny opened his mouth for Luis.  Only Kenny
shortly spit out Luis's cock and pushed him away.  He looked around and
called over to Jerome.

They exchanged a look and Jerome knew what Kenny wanted.  He wanted to be
spit-roasted by the two biggest cocks in the room.  Jerome was only too
happy to oblige.  He gave up his seat to Luis and got up.  Kenny let his
head hang over the edge of the cum-drenched table and Jerome slowly pushed
his whole cock into his smooth throat.

Jerome alternated watching Kenny taking his dick and Damon's.  It seemed
like their cockheads should be bumping together somewhere in Kenny's
middle.  Looking up, Jerome found Damon watching him.  He leaned forward
and hooked one hand behind the other black man's neck.  Jerome pulled him
in and was surprised when Damon pushed his tongue into his mouth.  They
kissed, thick lips and slippery tongues, over Kenny's body and filled him
at both ends.

"Switch?" Damon asked breathlessly when they broke apart.  Jerome grinned
and nodded as he eased his throbbing cock from Kenny's stretched throat.
They swapped and Jerome found himself back in Kenny's ass.  If anything it
was even softer and slicker than the last time.  He sank to the hilt with a
soft sigh and held Kenny's knees back as Damon fucked Kenny's face.

He and Damon swapped back and forth two more times before he couldn't stand
the swallowing suction of Kenny's mouth any longer.  Jerome spurted
straight into Kenny's belly then pulled back to spray the last of his load
over Kenny's tongue.

He watched Damon finish a few minutes later then two more men stepped up,
the deputies.  Jerome watched them a moment but felt eyes on him.  He
looked up and found Michael studying him.  Michael dropped his eyes quickly
but looked up a second later.  Jerome smiled and pointed over to the tub of
iced beers.  Michael nodded and went to fetch one.  He grabbed two and
brought them to the couch, sitting in the vacant seat between Jerome and
Kyle.  Jerome took the offered beer with a quiet thanks while they watched
Kenny.

"He's a hot fuck, huh?" Michael asked quietly.  When Jerome just nodded
without looking away Michael lowered his voice and said, "He was the first
guy I fucked."

"But not the last," Jerome stated without looking at Michael.  The few
times they'd spoken he'd found Michael to be an arrogant prick.

"Hell no, I get tons of ass in California.  Guys and girls."

Michael's boasting annoyed Jerome.  He took a slow drink of his beer before
looking over at Michael.

"And lots of dick, too?" Jerome asked.  He watched Michael's brows draw
together in a frown.

"No," he exclaimed quietly but with force.  "I don't get fucked."

"Yeah?" Jerome teased.  He wished he had a dollar for every guy who'd said
that to him before getting thirteen inches up their ass.  "I've seen the
pictures of your cousin Justin fucking you."  He hadn't really but he'd
heard the story from Kenny.

"What?  Uncle Jack showed you those?" Michael asked with shocked disbelief.

Jerome put his hand on Michael's naked thigh and saw his prick bounce and
throb against the hardest abs Jerome had seen.

"It only happened once," Michael said emphatically. "Justin wanted to show
me what it was like to get fucked, and I let him."

Somehow Jerome didn't really believe that.

He left his hand on Michael's leg and slowly reached higher to fondle the
guy's balls while they watched the deputies finish with Kenny.  Kyle got up
to take another turn.  Kenny welcomed him with open arms.  Jerome let his
fingers tickle under Michael's sac with his wrist pressing the belly of
Michael's cock.

Watching Kyle and Kenny, Jerome slowly inched his fingers back towards
Michael's asshole.  He was fucking with the jerk but found himself getting
distracted by the two guys before him.  Kyle pushed Kenny back further on
the table and climbed onto the table with his knees at the edge.  Kenny
wrapped his legs around Kyle and locked his ankles together over Kyle's
ass.

They held each other tightly and Kyle rutted frantically into Kenny's ass.
They weren't making love and they weren't just fucking either.  Jerome
found himself entranced, watching the two best friends kiss and hump their
bodies together.  Amazingly, it was Kyle who made Kenny cum for the second
time.  Almost at the same time they broke apart and shouted as Kenny came
onto their bellies and Kyle filled his ass.

Jerome realized he was rubbing over the knotted muscle of Michael's ass and
Michael was steadily humping against Jerome's wrist.  Apparently he wasn't
the only one caught up in the moment.

The two held each other long after they'd finished and it seemed like
neither was willing to move.  Jerome began to think the party was over when
Cooper pushed off the wall.  "Enough with the mushy shit, guys."  He handed
his beer to Brady and walked into the middle of the room.  "You ready for a
break, boy?" Cooper asked, playing up his drawl, as everyone watched him.

Kenny let go of Kyle and Kyle managed to get off the table though his legs
shook slightly.  Cooper put a steadying hand on Kyle's shoulder and looked
at Kenny.  "Well, we about done here or not?"  Cooper gave Kenny a wink and
smile that made Jerome think of a snake-oil salesman.

"No, I'm still good," Kenny said, "I can handle plenty more."  Jerome
wasn't so sure but he'd leave it up to Jack to make that decision.

"How'd you like to ride a cowboy?"

Jerome, who'd fucked the hell out of Cooper, knew how powerful the man's
charm could be.

Cooper helped Kenny off the table and took Kenny's place.  Kenny straddled
the tall Texan and sat down onto his long cock with a groan.  He wiggled
his slim hips around and began riding Coop's cock.  Jerome watched the
muscles in Kenny's thighs and stomach flex while he moved and pressed more
purposefully against Michael's hole.  The tip of his finger pried open the
tight ring and he heard Michael suck in a gasp but didn't look at him.

"Hey, Jack!"  Coop called out.  "Come over here and give us something to
chew on."  It struck Jerome as odd that Cooper would call out for Jack but
he watched the other man step up to them.  Kenny leaned forward with his
hands braced on Cooper's wide shoulders and swallowed Jack's cock.  From
his front row view Jerome saw Cooper crane his neck to get at Jack's hairy
balls.

Kenny went wild, slamming his ass onto Cooper's cock and bobbing on Jack's.
Brady came up behind Jack and put his hand on Jack's ass, fingers dipping
into the crack.  He whispered something into Jack's ear and Jerome could
see Brady's fingers slip deeper into Jack's ass crack.  The hand twisted
and Jerome knew Jack was getting a finger or two.

Brady stepped closer behind Jack, stroking his thick cock, and Jerome saw
that Brady's ass-buster was gleaming wetly with lube.  Brady set his cock
in position and let Jack ride back onto it.  When he was fully seated in
Jack's ass Brady wrapped his arms around Jack's torso and began fucking
him.  Jerome could tell by the look on his face that Brady had waited a
long time to get inside his former boss.  He wouldn't have thought it
possible but Jerome's cock began hardening again.

Norman approached the other side of the table.  The big guy with a mat of
hair on his front slipped a finger into Kenny's ass beside Cooper's cock
and Jerome realized the scene he was witnessing had been a set-up.  Norman
swiped the mixture of cum from around Kenny's asshole onto the head of his
large cock.

Jerome felt his cock harden painfully fast and his finger sank up into
Michael's dry ass.  He'd once gone to a donkey show in Mexico with some of
his Navy buddies while on leave.  He felt the same sort of nervous
anticipation as he had then while he watched the former Marine prepare to
double fuck his nephew.  It shouldn't have been humanly possible but he
wanted to see it happen.  Like the Mexican girl getting fucked by a donkey,
Kenny was about to be split open by two big cocks.  Jerome was torn between
wanting to stop the action and wanting to see if Kenny could take them
both.

It seemed like everyone paused and held their breath while Norman got
between Cooper's legs.  Kenny pulled off Jack's cock and buried his face in
Cooper's neck.  Jerome could hear him muttering, "God, oh God."  It took
long minutes and then it was obvious to everyone that Norman had fully
penetrated Kenny along with Cooper.  It was even longer before he moved and
Kenny let out a breath like a gust of wind.

Kenny clamped his lips around Jack's cock and it seemed like that was the
moment they were all waiting for.  Brady's hips surged against Jack, and
not gently.  He held Jack and fucked him, lifting the other man up onto his
toes with each hard thrust.  It forced Jack's cock deep into Kenny's
throat.  At the other end Norman was fucking Kenny.  Even Jack's cock
couldn't muffle the loud sounds coming from Kenny's chest.  Below them
Cooper squirmed as he tried to thrust.  Jack's balls bounced against his
chin and nose as he got an up-close view of Brady power fucking Jack's
hole.

The energy in the room shifted and electrified.  Marco's upper body
suddenly fell over the back of the couch between Jerome and Michael.  He
moaned as someone must have been penetrating him.  Across the room Jerome
could see the two deputies standing at either end of a bent over Luis as
they fucked him.  The priest was similarly bent over getting fucked by
Damon while he tried to blow both Tyler and Mike at the same time.

Jerome watched his sister's son getting fucked by two men while his
boyfriend was fucked by a fourth.  He didn't think he'd ever seen anything
more exciting.  Jerome was so hard his dick ached.

Watching them he knew the second Kenny came.  It seemed to set off some
kind of chain reaction as the rest of the men reached the finish line
together.  "Fucking-A," Jerome mumbled as he knew Norman and Cooper were
shooting into Kenny's ass and Jack into his throat even as Brady filled
Jack's ass.  If he hadn't already cum twice he might've popped off just
from witnessing that scene.

Norman pulled out and almost fell as he staggered back.  One of Marco's
brother's was already lining up his cock to Kenny's ass, still filled with
Cooper's cock.  Kenny grunted and spit out Jack's cock as he was filled
with two cocks again.  Cooper shuddered underneath him.

Cooper must have gotten hard again as half the guys wanted a turn double
fucking Kenny with him.  Jerome thought things couldn't have gotten more
depraved but watching Kenny take two cocks for the next hour was unbearably
arousing.

He didn't want to hurt Kenny but Jerome found himself lining up with
Michael to try it.  He let Michael go first.  When Jerome stepped up
Kenny's hole looked wrecked, a frothy ring of cum around the stretched and
swollen anal lips, and the guy seemed out of it.  Kenny could've been high
or drunk for the dazed look in his eyes and the way he was mumbling
incoherently.  He seemed to come out of it as Jerome managed to fit his
cock into the tight hole beside Cooper's.

Jerome didn't, couldn't, last long.  He was too aroused and excited.  A few
thrusts with Cooper's smooth yet hard cock belly rubbing against Jerome's
surrounded by the tight grasping muscles set him off.  That third orgasm,
powerful and painful, cleared Jerome's mind.  He hadn't realized at the
time but Cooper came at the same time Jerome had.

Jerome withdrew his cock and Cooper's fell out with it.  Kenny shuddered
and sobbed.  He seemed to be having some kind of dry orgasm as he wasn't
spurting more cum, though Cooper's abs were covered in the stuff.  Jerome
was worried they may have literally fucked Kenny's brains out.

Together he and Jack picked Kenny up and put him on the couch.  His hips
jerked a few more times then he stopped.  Jerome was afraid Kenny had lost
consciousness but he heard him faintly say, "? so good."

"Kenny, are you okay?" Jack asked him.

"Yeah? fine? sleep."  Kenny's mumbling tapered off then he said clearly,
"Love you."  Then he did pass out but seemed okay.  Jack picked him up and
carried him upstairs to the bedroom.

The beer, sex and more sex was catching up with Jerome.  The better part of
him wanted to stick around and make sure the other guys were good for the
night.  Guys like Luis who was currently being hoisted up onto the table
where Kenny had spent most of the night by two of Marco's brothers.  Not
that Luis was complaining but there were still a dozen men who showed no
signs of slowing down.

The backyard was full of rented cots and sleeping bags, a good thing the
weather forecast promised clear skies or they'd all be sleeping in the
living room, dining room and kitchen.  The men who planned to stay the
night already knew where to crash.  Hopefully Marco, who was under the
priest on the couch, would have enough energy to clean up a little before
going to bed.

Jerome found his clothes and headed for the stairs.  As family he had
rights to the extra bedroom that used to be Kenny's, before he'd admitted
to his parents he wasn't just staying with Jack to go to school.  Now it
was an extra guestroom and Jerome made his tired way there.  He was tempted
to check on Jack and Kenny but figured they deserved some alone time,
besides he knew Kenny was in good hands.

He pushed open the door and found Michael waiting for him in his bed.  He
gave a long sigh but turned to close the door to hide his smile.  "What're
you doing here?" he asked.

"I don't want to stay in the other guestroom.  Brady and Cooper brought
that other guy, Norman, in there.  I think they're going to be fucking all
night."  At least he wasn't whining about it, he sounds mad and indignant.

"So you thought you'd be safe in my bed, white boy?"  Jerome was tempted to
be a total dick and just tell Michael to get the fuck out but he couldn't
deny to himself that Michael was exactly the type of guy he liked.  Broad
shoulders, slim waist and hips, the kind of muscle definition that would
make the David statue jealous and a cockiness that Jerome couldn't help
taking as a challenge.  All wrapped with blonde hair, a handsomely
masculine face and perfectly tanned white skin?  Michael may as well have
been copied from one of Jerome's nighttime fantasies.  Jerome liked to
blame his predilection for white guys on being raised by white parents in a
predominantly white community.

He watched the emotions cross Michael's face; fear, desire, lust, nerves,
smugness and more that made Jerome almost dizzy.  "Well, boy?  You sleep in
my bed I expect some ass."  Jerome thought he'd never seen a guy fight so
hard against what he really wanted.  The dude was dying to be fucked hard
and on some level knew Jerome was the one to do it.

"Fuck you, it's not like you can rape me in my uncle's house."  Damn, he
was a surly prick.  "And I ain't your boy."

"Who said I needed to rape you?  Whiteboy."  Jerome threw his clothes aside
so Michael could see that he was getting hard, again.  Four times in one
night, not bad for a forty-year-old.  He set a stern mask on his face and
spoke before Michael could respond, "You naked in my bed?"

"I, uh, I?  '

"You're naked," Jerome said.  "You came in here looking for something,
you're going to get it."  The threat was useless judging by the way
Michael's eyes were getting stuck on Jerome's swelling cock.  He probably
never even heard Jerome's words.

"I can't, it's too big.  I'm not like Kenny, you'd never get it inside me."
Jerome walked to the bedside and Michael flinched to the far edge of the
bed.  Jerome reached into the bedside table and found some of the lube that
Jack and Kenny kept stashed in places all over the house.

Holding up the lube for Michael to see Jerome said, "My specialty is
breaking in white boys on this."  He held his cock and waved it at the guy.
"I've had lots of practice."  Jerome reached down and pulled the sheets to
the bottom of the bed, exposing Michael.  No denying Michael was hard
enough to pound nails, yet with a terrified look, and he sort of cowered
away.

"Why'd you come up here if this ain't what you want?" Jerome asked.

"What you were doing downstairs on the couch?..using your finger on me?..it
felt good."

Jerome laughed.  "You didn't come up here to get fingered," he scoffed.
"Hell, you could finger yourself."

"All right, I?.but I'm?..s-scared," he stammered.

"What happened to that cocky, smart-ass bravado you're so good with?"

"Just?.p-promise you won't hurt me," Michael said evenly but he was
pleading with his eyes.

Jerome considered him a few minutes and decided it was time to start
playing good cop.  "Come here, Michael."  He settled on the bed and patted
the spot next to him.  He waited until Michael moved over beside him before
putting a gentle hand on his chest and speaking, "I'm not going to hurt
you. At least no more than I have to.  If you tell me stop, I'll stop."  He
let Michael see his eyes and that he was telling the truth.  "If you stop
me, I might still expect a blowjob but I'll respect your decision. But,
fuck, nothing I wouldn't for you," he added.

"Godd, thank you," Michael gushed, and actually seemed sincere.  Beneath
his dickhead exterior Jerome was surprised to find a real human in Jack's
nephew.

Jerome leaned in, still a little surprised when Michael didn't put up a
fight but met him halfway, lips already parted.  Jerome met him
tongue-first and delved deep to get a taste of the guy.  He tasted lightly
of beer but deeper of pure man and Jerome's cock jerked in anticipation.

One-handed, Jerome uncapped the lube and got some on his fingers all the
while dominating Michael's mouth with his.  He reached under Michael's
balls and found the little hole he'd only started getting acquainted with
earlier.  He rubbed the slick lube over the portal until the muscles
relaxed a tiny bit then pushed a finger in.  Michael moaned against his
mouth as Jerome reached in to find the little nut.  He located it and
pressed on it, making Michael's hips arch up off the mattress and bringing
on a muffled outcry.

It was almost too easy to distract Michael by kissing him soft and slow,
then hard and plundering as he worked two more fingers into the tight ring.
When Michael was pushing back on the fingers and taking them easily Jerome
pushed up onto his knees.  He withdrew the fingers and swore he heard
Michael whimper when they were gone.

Jerome kept his eyes locked on Michael's as he lubed his cock.  He
shouldered Michael's long legs, kissing the inside of each blonde-haired
calf.  He moved into position and fisted his cock one last time before
placing the head on target.

"Take a deep breath and push out when I push in."  A little fear crept back
into Michael's eyes but Jerome pushed and the head slipped in.  The tight
sphincter locked down just behind the crown and squeezed his cock like a
fist.

"God, wait? wait!" Michael said and pushed at Jerome's chest with his
hands.

"Breathe, just breathe," Jerome told him.  He had no plans to wait, instead
he pushed deeper.  Now that he was in there was no way for Michael to fight
the steady impalement.  He was breathing steady and hard, like a woman
having a baby.

Jerome paused when he came up against something but kept up the pressure
until his cock slipped past it and he moved on.  Before long he was buried
to the balls and Michael was breathing harshly beneath him.

Jerome dropped onto his hands and bent forward, folding Michael in half, so
he could kiss and distract Michael by playing with his nipples.  It seemed
to work as Michael moaned and squirmed, ass clamping and releasing steadily
around Jerome's cock.

Michael's silky, soft channel caressed the full length of Jerome's cock in
tight waves of sensation, hot as a furnace inside.  Only after Michael was
breathing easy did Jerome stop mauling his mouth.  He put a few inches
between their faces and checked to be sure Michael was okay and found
himself smiling back at the guy.  Had any man ever looked so debauched and
sexy to Jerome as Michael did at that moment?  He didn't think so.

"Godd, you're in so deep.  I think I can taste your cock on the back of my
tongue," Michael said with a dreamy smile.

"I told you that you could take it."  Jerome realized he was no longer
tired or spent.  He wanted to fuck this guy all night long.

"You can start moving?..fuck me.  It feels good the way you're making it
throb but I need more," Michael said.  The way he was wiggling his hips
convinced Jerome that Michael was feeling something.

"It's throbbing all on its own," Jerome admitted.  He lifted up into a
push-up position which raised Michael's ass higher.  The first real move,
Jerome made a long withdrawal before slowly pushing all the way back in.

"Fuuuuuck," Michael groaned in time to the deep insertion.  "Just fuck me,"
he said with his eyes closed.

"Slow, buddy.  We'll work up to it."

And work up to it Jerome did.  He took it easy on Michael until he could
take the hardest, deepest lunges Jerome could deliver.  He dropped
Michael's legs and humped into his prone body.  He rolled him over onto his
stomach, pulled him up onto his knees.  He paused to add more lube and
fucked Michael in a wide-stanced squat over his upturned ass.  He fucked
him until their bodies slid together with one another's sweat.  He fucked
Michael through what seemed like one hands-free orgasm after another.

Hard, soft, deep, shallow, fast and slow, Jerome fucked Michael until he
thought he'd die with his need to cum.  In the end he was on his side
behind Michael when he couldn't fight anymore.  He filled Michael with what
felt like a gallon of spurting cum.  Jerome held Michael's cock and brought
him off with a just a few strokes.  They kissed awkwardly over Michael's
shoulder but neither moved.  Jerome hugged Michael close and whispered in
his ear how great it was, how much he loved Michael's ass.

"How much longer are you down here for?" Jerome finally asked.  He really
wanted to turn off the bedside lamp but was unwilling to move that far.  He
was more unwilling to let Michael move that far away from him.

"A week, but I'm going to St John in a few days."

"Why don't you stick around?  I'm going to a wedding in a few days and I
don't have a date yet."

"Are you asking me to be your date?" Michael asked with a soft chuckle.

"Yes, if you want?  Or it could be just you going along to keep me company.
You know my niece is coming with my sister and her family?  She's marrying
Brady."

"Yeah, I know.  Uncle Jack told me.  I'd, well, uh, I'd like to be your
date Jerome."

"I'd like that, too."  Jerome was surprised how much he really meant that.

"Do I have to put out at the end of the night?" Michael asked in a teasing
voice.

"Oh, definitely," Jerome replied.  "But if you play your cards right I'll
put out too."

"Jesus, I think I'm in love," Michael moaned.  Somehow Jerome felt sure he
heard a hint of sincerity in Michael's mocking words.

They were quiet for a long time while Jerome wondered if his cock would
ever go soft enough to fall out of Michael's ass without him moving.  He
was almost asleep when Michael said, "I'm an EMT, you know?"

"Yeah?  And I'm an electrical engineer," Jerome replied to the random
comment.

"I just mean I could do it anywhere.  I could get certified in any state.
I'm getting sick of California."

Jerome didn't know what to make of that but found his cock getting
half-hard.

"Let's talk more in the morning," Jerome finally said.

Michael, who was almost as tall as Jerome, managed to lean over and turn
off the light without disconnecting from Jerome's embrace or his cock.

As he settled back in place Jerome held him tightly.  He realized he'd
forgotten to turn off the recorder to the hidden cameras he and Jack had
installed.  Then he thought it didn't matter and maybe they'd get footage
of what happened after they'd gone to bed; see who took Kenny's place
besides Luis.  Jerome was betting on that one guy, Ted.

Jerome's last thought as he fell into a deep sleep was that maybe this
vacation he'd go home with more than souvenirs and wrapped himself more
securely around Michael.