Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2010 09:39:26 -0400
From: Jeff Stewart <jeffstewart821@gmail.com>
Subject: Mauer's Reward

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Mauer's Reward

Joe Mauer was walking on air. Besides being the reigning MVP, batting
champ, and Gold Glove catcher, Mauer just became a rich man.  Hell, he was
already a rich man.  He just became a very rich man by signing a new,
eight-year, $184 million contract that will let him keep playing for his
hometown Twins.  Staying in Minnesota was a thrill.  The money had him
delerious.

Joe had just returned from the press conference announcing the deal, and
had just gotten out of the shower.  The 6'5" stud dried himself, pulled on
a loose pair of mesh shorts, and walked out into the great room of his
house.  He flipped on the TV and sat down in front of his laptop at the
dining table at the far end of the room.  As his laptop booted up,
Sportscenter was on the TV covering his press conference.  Though he had
been a star for several years, playing in Minnesota meant Joe was usually
only mentioned during game highlights.  This contract---the fourth largest
in MLB history---was going to make him a star.  Only Jeter and A-Rod were
better paid, and Joe was now in their league.

He lauged to himself thinking about all the coverage he was getting, and
lazily scratched his big nuts while he browsed the news online about his
deal.  Mauer had just shaved his nuts, and they were always a little itchy
right after.  He also thought they were more fun to play with.  Mauer was
sitting on the front of the wooden dining chair, with this legs spread.
His thick soft cock was hanging off to the right, and his big nuts were
loosely resting on the chair off to the left.  As he browsed the Internet
with his right hand, his left disappeared under the table and started
manipulating the loose, smooth skin of his big sack, relieving the itch.
Mauer loved the feeling of his smooth nuts, both how smooth his hot nuts
felt in his hand and how great it felt on his balls.  The stimulation made
blood start flowing towards his cock, and his soft cock started to inflate.

"You know," thought Mauer to himself, "I should treat myself."  Mauer had
always been responsible with money, but this was something different.  He
had made more than $10 million last year, but this was going to more than
double that.  But he wasn't sure how to reward himself.  He loved his
house, and it was perfect for him.  He had a great car, and didn't really
want another.  He wasn't a clothes horse, and he didn't get into watches or
jewelry.  Trying to come up with an idea, he reached his right hand up to
scratch absentmindedly at his chest hair.  While doing so, he brushed his
nipple a few times.  That made his cock twitch, and he looked down.
Without even realizing it, his cock was hanging out the right leg of his
shorts.  It was still soft and hanging limp, but it had stretched out to at
least eight inches of thick cut meat.  Joe smiled.  He knew what he was
going to do for his reward.

The last time Mauer had been horned to fuck Grady Sizemore, the Indians
hottie was busy.  One of Grady's bitches had leaked some racy pictures
Grady had sent her.  The bitch didn't know that Grady had actually taken
them for Joe, whose huge cock he loved to ride.  And, damn, if Joe didn't
love dumping a load in Grady's hot ass.

Grady and Joe were totally hot for each other.  Joe was in good shape, but
he wasn't cut like Grady.  He just didn't have the jeans for it.  He had a
broad hairy chest, a well muscled back, tight fuzzy abs, a beautiful furry
ass, and thick sturdy hairy legs, but he had never been able to get the
kind of definition that Grady had.  Joe had three inches on the smooth,
tight-bodied outfielder, and he loved playing with the smaller stud's
almost hairless body.  Grady, for his part, had always lusted after guys
with body hair.  Even though he was older that Joe, from the neck down, he
looked like a kid next to him.  Grady loved having Joe lie on his back and
play with his furry nipples while Grady impaled himself over and over on
Mauer's monster nine inch cock.  Grady would press his smooth bubble ass
down onto the stud catcher until his six inch cock coated Joe's hairy chest
with his creamy load.  The two guys definitely had a good thing, and they
fucked whenever they could.

But that last time, Grady was too nervous to come.  No one at all knew that
the two guys were fucking, and Grady didn't want to have to explain
anything while he was in the media spotlight over the photos.  So he tipped
Joe off to a service he should use.  Grady said that when he was first in
the league and was making near the minimum, he made extra money on this
internet escort service for the super wealthy.  When Grady was a struggling
rookie, he had more than doubled his salary with just a couple of nights
with horny rich guys.  It was totally discreet, off the record, and very
exclusive.

In fact, Grady told him that a lot of athletes and celebrities--especially
actors trying to get their careers off the ground--worked on the service to
make extra money and meet influential people.  Grady had sent him a link,
and a series of passwords, but it all seemed like a bunch of bullshit.
Mauer knew Grady was just pissing himself that the gay sex would hit the
news, so he was making up anything that sounded at all reasonable. Well,
Mauer didn't think it sounded reasonable, so he ignored it.

Now, however, with his new contract, and his quickly hardening cock, Joe
thought he would give it a look.  He found the email and typed in the URL
Grady had sent him.  It was one of the most complicated web addresses he
had ever seen.  When he finally entered the address and pressed enter, a
blank white page showed up asking for a name and password.  He put in what
Grady had given him, and was taken to a page that said 'ERROR - Cannot Load
Page."  Joe wasn't that surprised.  The whole thing seemed like a huge load
of crap.  But looking again, Joe saw a blinking cursor at the bottom of the
page.  Not knowing what else to do, he looked at the lengthy list of ids
and passwords in Grady's email and entered the next.

The page that opened was unremarkable: it was just like any number of other
escort sites Joe had used on the road before.  The guys were probably a
little hotter than usual, but---he quickly noticed---the prices were much
higher than he was used to.  These guys charged $10,000 to $50,000 per
'session,' however that was defined.  Joe couldn't believe anyone would
pluck down that much money for these guys---certainly a stud athlete like
Joe wasn't going to. He had no problem getting guys when he bothered to
try, so he just kept clicking through, seeing if anything piqued his
interest.

At the bottom of one page, there was a nondescript link called Red Elite.
In Grady's email there was a password preceded only by "RE-," which Joe
figured must work for that section.  He clicked the link, entered the
password and waited.  The next page that popped up said "Welcome to Red
Elite.  Please furnish proof of ability to pay."  Underneath was a massive
confidentiality statement that Mauer had to agree to.  Once he accepted the
terms and conditions, he was taken to a page asking him to provide
financial information.  Grady had told him it was serious and the celebs
cost a lot, but this was a little weird.  Nonetheless, Joe's still plump
cock was getting excited that maybe this is for real.  No run-of-the-mill
escort site asked for this kind of information.  Joe gathered the
information requested, and entered it.  The next screen said "Verifying
ability to pay. . . ."  It seemed to get stuck, because the site was taking
several minutes to respond.  For a moment, Joe was worried he had just
totally fucked up and given his financial information to a scam.  But then
he was taken to a new page.

From a moment's glance, Joe could tell Red Elite was unlike anything he had
ever seen before.  The main page grouped the available escorts by price
range, by occupation (sports, television, film, music), by physical
attributes, and by sexual interests.  A banner across the top read,
"Welcome, Joe Mauer.  You are authorized to browse all price categories."
Joe first clicked on the $50,000 to $100,000 price range.  He couldn't
believe what he was seeing. Here, for hire, were minor league baseball
players, practice squad NFL players, struggling college athletes he sort of
recognized but didn't know by name, and a lot of actors he thought he
recognized but wasn't sure.  He knew some of the minor leaguers, but that
was about it.  Then he started seeing people he remembered from old TV
shows and crappy movies.  As the price went up, he started seeing current
actors and current professional athletes.  In the $1,000,000 plus range,
his mind was blown.  Joe could have his pick of star athletes, movie stars,
television stars, you name it.  This was ridiculous.

As he scrolled through the list, Joe's cock stretched out to its full nine
inches, and he stroked it through his shorts.  He was incredibly horned to
see what it would be like to get these studs in his bed.  The challenge was
making his pick.  His mind raced at the opportunities, but he kept going
back to two guys.  The more he thought about them, the harder his cock got.

"Aw fuck," he said out loud to himself at the point that he had a growing
spot of precum soaking through his shorts, "what the hell."  Rather than
have to pick, he splurged.  He ordered both of his choices.  Joe had never
had a threesome, and he couldn't think of two better guys to do it with.
With his order placed, he worked his fat cock until his big nuts drew up to
his body and he dropped a thick heavy load all over the fuzz on his
stomach.

* * * * * * *

The arrangements had been a bit more of a pain in the ass than he figured.
Then again, he was arranging to purchase two famous men for a night of
personal pleasure.  That couldn't really be done easily.  It took a week
for the finances to get straightened out in a way that wouldn't be
traceable.  Then it took a week for Joe to hear back from RE about dates
that worked for both studs.  Finally, one night while the Indians were in
town and Grady was asleep in Joe's bed with three of Joe's loads still up
his ass, Joe found the confirmation email in his inbox.  He had found out
six days ago that they were coming tonight.

Joe had been nervous as soon as he saw the email.  He had spent so much
money---really, a mind-blowing amount of money---and now he didn't know if
it would be as hot as he hoped.  He found himself freaking out about petty
bullshit like what to wear and how to arrange his house.  That morning,
though, he knocked himself out of the panic.  Seeing Grady squirm on his
big dick again right after waking up reminded him that he was a fucking
stud.  It didn't matter what he wore or any bullshit like that.  He didn't
need to impress these assholes.  He was famous like them, he had paid for
the fun, and he had a huge cock.  They would figure it the fuck out.

On the big night, he was ready earlier than he needed to be.  For the last
five days, Joe had worked desperately to keep from jacking off.  He wanted
to be fully loaded for his big night.  He'd also worked out extra hard, and
carefully groomed himself.  He shaved his nuts that morning, clipped some
of his body hair, got a haircut, shaped his sideburns, shaved his face.  He
took a long shower, and put on some cologne.  He pulled on some briefs, a
pair of shorts, and a tank top, and he looked at the clock.  Fuck.  It was
still three hours before they were supposed to get here.

He went down to his basement to chill for a bit.  Joe's basement was a big
open room that he used as his home gym.  He had some weight equipment and a
treadmill in one corner, a big exercise mat was next to it against the
other corner, which was a floor-to-ceiling mirror.  At the other end of the
room, he had a couple of chairs and a couch and a big screen tv.  He kept a
dresser down here for most of his workout clothes, and he usually showered
down here after he worked out.  The bathroom off the room had a big walk-in
shower that was about a ten foot square.  There were heads on three of the
walls.  Joe loved working his body, stretching it out, and then taking
long, hot steamy showers afterward.  The oversize shower gave him plenty of
room to stretch out his long frame---room that was often hard for the 6'5"
stud to come by in standard sized showers.

Next to the TV was a fridge that he kept full of water for when he was
working out and beer for after his workouts. With time to kill, he grabbed
a cold beer and flopped down on the couch.  He turned on the tube and
settled in to kill some time.  Four beers later, it was still only two
hours later, and Joe started to doze off.  He was startled awake by the
doorbell.

"Oh fuck!" he said, as he jumped off the couch and looked at the clock.
They had probably been ringing the bell for at least 10 minutes.  "Fuck,
fuck, fuck!" said Joe as he tried to figure out what to do.  He breathed
into his hand, realized he had sleep breath, and went to the bathroom for a
toothbrush.  He went toward the door, brushing his teeth, and opened it.

"I was wondering if I had the wrong house, mate," said the man at the door.
There were supposed to be two, but he was the only person there.  Joe
didn't mind, at this point.

"I'm -o -orry, Ben," said Joe as best as he could through his toothpaste.
"I fell ah-eep."  The big man outside smiled a crooked grin, and stepped
inside.  Joe motioned him to follow, and Joe headed downstairs to spit out
his toothpaste.

Ben Cohen followed behind, carefully watching the taller man's body move as
he led him downstairs.  Ben didn't know who Joe was, but when RE contacted
him about the deal, he googled him.  Ben was immediately intrigued.  The
rugby stud loved American guys, and the tall dark and handsome midwestern
stud was right up his alley.  Ben had famously become a gay icon because he
loved to show off his toned, massive furry body, but he was totally turned
on at the idea of getting it on with his own big furry famous athlete.  He
was, frankly, flattered that Joe was willing to pay so much for the chance
to get with him.

As they walked into the basement, Joe headed straight toward the bathroom
to get rid of the toothpaste, and Ben took a look around.  He like Joe's
house, and this room had a lot of potential.  His groin stirred a little as
he thought he caught a whiff of the catcher's scent in the air.  Ben liked
the idea of the younger man working his hard body in the room where they
were going to fuck.

"Sorry about the toothpaste, dude," said Joe with a sheepish grin as he
headed to the fridge.  He took out two beers and handed one to Ben.  "I had
dozed off and didnt' want to greet you with sleep breath."

"No worries, mate," said Ben as he took a sip of his beer.  "I could
actually stand to freshen up myself.  I just arrived in the States today.
It's been a big day of travel for me."

"Well, we're still waiting for one more.  Why don't you use the bathroom
down here, and I'll go upstairs and see if there's a message."

"That works," and Ben downed his beer in one long chug.  He shot Joe a grin
as he crushed the can in his massive hand and threw it in a nearby trash
can.  "The shower'll do me good."  He opened the fridge and grabbed two
more beers and took them with him into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Holy fuck," though Joe to himself after Ben closed the door. "He's even
hotter in person."  Joe's cock was quickly waking up, and his heart was
racing.  He couldn't believe this was actually happening.  He took a big
drink of his beer and tried to realize how lucky he was.  As he started up
the stairs, he heard the doorbell ring.  "Perfect," he thought and jogged
upstairs.

Joe could hear the water running downstairs by the time he got to the door.
He opened it up, and his cock grew another two inches at the sight that
greeted him.  Wearing a pair of sweats perched on his hard round ass and a
wife beater that was stretched tight over his famously perfect abs and
broad pecs, his big nipples clearly visible, was one of the hottest it boys
in Hollywood, Kellan Lutz.  Joe had started jerking off imagining sex with
the young stud as soon as the rumors starting leaking about someone in the
cast of his latest vampire movie posting m4m ads on craigslist in
vancouver.  Kellan totally had gay face and seemed the type to want to have
some slim little Asian worship his muscles.  Joe wanted to see the pretty
boy swinging on his big dick.  He loved that he was finally getting the
chance.

"Sorry I'm late, dude," said Kellan with a smile.  "I got lost coming from
the airport."

"Don't worry, man.  You're not too late.  Ben just got here a few minutes
ago.  He's freshening up."

"Ben who?" asked Kellan.

"Ben Cohen."

"You're fucking kidding me, dude.  Ben who?"

"No, really."

"Fuck yeah," cried Kellan, rubbing his hands together and stepping close to
Joe to slap him on his chest.  Kellan was grinning ear to ear.  He had
already decided this was his last trick with RE.  He had just been cast in
a couple of big blockbuster movies, and he didn't need this money---or the
risk---any more.  But he couldn't believe his fucking luck.  Usually it was
old, gray Wall Street types or fat Internet tycoons who had hired him.  If
it wasn't for the money he wouldn't be doing this.  Then again, he realized
for the first time, athletes in LA can hang out with celebrities to get
some hot ass, but where else would a multimillionaire, even a hot one, go
in Minneapolis for some discreet and worthy ass.  But this was like he won
the fucking lottery: his perpetual crush object Ben Cohen and a hot
midwestern baseball stud.  "Let's do this."  With that, Kellan ran his hand
down Joe's hard stomach, grabbed his package, and planted his full lips on
Joe.  Joe's cock involuntarily inflated, and Kellan pulled back.  "You sure
you're not a pitcher?" he asked coyly and gestured for Joe to lead the
way. Joe's cock wasn't deflating after that, and he headed downstairs.

"Hot room," said Kellan as they walked in.  He immediately went to the
mirrored wall, and started fixing his hair.  He posed and flexed, and
adjusted his wife beater so his nipples were more prominently on display
through the stretched out fabric.

"Beer?" asked Joe, as he grabbed himself another.

"Sure," said Kellan, as he stopped admiring himself and headed over to the
couch.  He flopped down, one leg crossed under himself and reached up for
the beer with a big grin on his face.  "You've never done this before have
you?"

"No," admitted Joe.  "I've fucked plenty of guys, but never a threesome.
And I've never solicited anyone famous like this."  Joe looked away
sheepishly as Kellan just stared him up and down and started lazily
stroking his rock hard chest as Joe was talking.  Joe looked down and saw
that Kellan was sporting a nice looking bulge.  Something caught his
attention out of the corner of his eye.  He looked over and saw that the
door to the bathroom was wide open.  From where he was sitting, Joe could
see Ben in the big shower, soaping his massive body.  Ben was built like
the Mack Truck you have to be to be a rugby star.  His whole body was thick
muscle, with just the thinnest---and sexiest in Joe's mind---layer of
cushioning on top.  The whole thing was covered in thick, close cropped
fur.

Joe noticed that Kellan had stopped paying attention to Joe, too.  He was
also staring, slack jawed at the huge rugby stud as Ben soaped up his meaty
asscheeks.

"Fuck," Joe and Kellan said basically in unison.  Joe downed his beer, and
headed into the bathroom, Kellan closely falling in line behind, stripping
his clothes off as he went.

"I was wondering when you'd get back," said Ben with a grin when he saw
Joe.  "Come join me . . . and hello there stud," he said to Kellan as the
young blonde stud was stepping out of his little CK briefs, his seven inch
cock already rock hard in front of him.  Kellan, at 6'1" was the shortest
of the group, and he immediately walked right up to Ben and started running
his hands all over his well-muscled back, stroking himself while he did.

"Damn, boy," said Ben, a little shocked, "you're a horny bugger aren't
you?"

"I've been jerking off imagining you for ages," said Kellan huskily as he
started wrapping his arms around Ben's body and running his fingers around
the contour's of Ben's furry abs.

"Good boy," said Ben, a hint of authority in his voice.  "Get in here,
Joe," he said, a glint in his eye as he looked over his shoulder.  Joe was
entranced by Kellan's perfect, hairless back and ass and watching all of
Kellan's muscles ripple as he pressed up against Ben's back and groped his
front.

"Give me just a second," said Joe.  "I've got to take a piss."  Joe peeled
off his tank and dropped his shorts and briefs, his big cock already quite
stiff from the show.  The six beers he'd had in the past four hours had
filled his bladder, but he couldn't make anything happen because he was too
turned on to get anything to work.  He tried to get it to go down, but by
now, Ben and Kellan were making out over in the shower.  There was no
fucking way his cock was going to soften enough to let him piss.

Over Kellan's groans, Joe heard Ben's voice again, "Joe!  This is your
party, isn't it?  Come join, mate."

"Fuck it," said Joe, and headed over to the shower. Joe's cock had deflated
a little and hung heavily down toward Joe's knees as he walked into the
shower.  He walked up behind Kellan, four inches shorter than Joe, and
pressed his body up against the stud's hot back and ass.  Kellan's ass warm
and well muscled but soft, and Joe's fat cock wedged itself between the two
round globes.

"Sorry dude," Kellen said to Joe with a grin on his face, "I'm not into
fisting . . . oh, shit," he pretended to be shocked when he reached down
toward his ass and wrapped his fist around Joe's beercan thick and quickly
stiffening cock, "I guess that's not your arm."  The deep stare Kellan was
giving Joe as he started tightening his grip and slowly stroking Joe's cock
had Joe rock hard.  Kellan had Ben's now hard thick eight and a half inch
uncut cock in his right hand and Joe's beast in his left.  He was slowly
and deliberately stroking them in unison, pulling Ben's tight foreskin back
and forth over his flared red cockhead.  "So what do you studs need me to
do?" asked Kellan as he pleasured the two bigger, older men.  His own cock,
a nicely thick seven inches of rock hard cut dick, was pointed up toward
the ceiling, revealing the heavy nuts hanging underneath.

"Everything, boy," said Ben, putting a hand on Kellan's shoulder.  "Why
don't you start by showing our host that you're grateful to be here."
Ben's biceps, pecs, and shoulder visibly flexed in a way that made Joe's
cock twitch as Ben started pushing Kellan to his knees in front of the two
studs.  Kellan fell to his knees on the floor of the shower, the three
heads cascading steamy water all around them.  He kept his grip on the
rugby stud's fat uncut meat as he aligned his face with Joe's monster wood.
Ben sidled over to stand hip to hip with Joe, and started running his hand
up and down on Joe's fuzzy stomach and chest.  "You're a big fella, aren't
you?" asked Ben with a grin.  "I like big fellas like you."  With that, Ben
pressed his lips against Joe's and the two studs started making out, almost
five hundred pounds of fuzzy muscle, their arms exploring each other's
bodies while the hard bodied bottle-blond Kellan took Joe's cockhead into
his mouth.

Kellan had to struggle to open wide enough to fit more than the head of
Joe's fat monster into his mouth.  His jaw nearly dislocated, he finally
got about half of Joe's fat cock lodged against his tonsils and started
seriously sucking.  Joe was in heaven.  He was making out with Ben Cohen,
with one of his furry nipples in one hand and a beefy asscheek in the
other, and was getting a decent blowjob from Kellan Lutz.  Cohen's tongue
was forcefully invading his mouth, as Cohen's short beard rubbed against
his chin.  Joe was moaning in his throat at the pleasure of it all.  He
grabbed Kellan's head, and pulled him off and broke his lips from Ben's.

"Ungh," he grunted, "you've got to take it easy.  I'm going to cum in an
instant if you keep that up."  He smiled down at the sight of the ripped
blonde stud looking up with a perfect grin, a hard cock, and Joe's monster
standing hard right in front of the blonde's face.

"Go ahead, dude," grinned Kellan, "we've got all night."  He was grabbed
Joe's big cock around the base, barely getting his fist closed around it,
and dove down to start tonguing Joe's big, smooth nuts.  The water from the
shower was running down Joe's body and dripping off his big nuts, and
Kellan loved the taste of the warm water flooding into his mouth as he
wrapped his lips around the smooth balls.

"Yeah, stud, come on," said Ben, hunching down to start tonguing one of
Joe's nipples.  Ben slowly jerked his thick cock as he nibbled on Joe's
hard nipple.  Kellan kept working the catcher's big nuts with his tongue
and stroking Joe's big dick.

"Oh fuck," said Joe, his breath shortening.  Kellan picked up the speed,
and Ben bit down gently but firmly on Joe's nipple.  He'd never had his
nipple bit like that and it was weird, but it was also like there was a
direct electrical connection with his cockhead when Ben did it.  Joe saw
his already engorged head expand again, and---as if it was possible---his
cock got even harder.  He put a hand on Ben's head as he felt his balls
tightening.  Kellan could tell he was getting close and picked up the
speed.  Ben saw it too, and pushed Kellan out of the way.

"Shoot your load all over me," said Ben as he took over the position under
Joe's big cock and started sucking.  He opened his mouth wide and took
Joe's big dick into his mouth and quickly bobbed his head up and down on
about two-thirds of Joe's massive cock.  Kellan stepped back, behind Ben,
and tweaked one of his pencil eraser nipples while stroking himself to the
sight of Ben's gorgeous ass and Joe's massive frame and gorgeous face in
ecstasy.

Ben could hear Joe's breath shorten, and pulled the big cock out of his
mouth.  He wrapped his fist around the beercan thick cock, his massive hand
easily handling the girth, and started furiously jacking.  Joe's big balls
were swaying violently back and forth, and Kellan was clearly enjoying the
show, shouting encouragement from behind.  "Come on stud, show us your
thick seed.  Spray that load all over that rugby stud."  Joe needed no
encouragement and let loose a massive load.  The first spurt exploded all
over Ben's face and open mouth, leaving a gooey trail from Ben's forehead
to his chin.  Ben didn't miss a stroke and just swallowed what landed in
his mouth.  The second and third spurts were the same, and Ben leaned back
as he kept stroking.  The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh shots were
smaller, but thicker, and then covered Ben's chin and hairy chest, with
some dripping down to the dark bush at the base of Ben's fat, rock hard
cock.

`There you go, stud," smiled Ben.  Then he took Joe's cock deep into his
mouth and cleaned off any cum he had smeared on it.  Ben loved the tang of
Joe's cum and knew he needed to get some more before the night was over.
"Boy, get over here and clean me off," said Ben rising to his feet and
turning away from Joe.

Kellan didn't need to be told twice and looked was grinning from ear to ear
as he approached the cum covered stud.  Kellan went to kiss Ben as he
approached.

"I said clean me, boy, not make out with me like your boyfriend."  Ben's
face was stern, but he was clearly have a ball, because his cock was
bouncing with each syllable.  Kellan, for his part, was clearly
disappointed he couldn't make out with the handsome stud, but he was also
happy.  Kellan always lusted after bigger, manlier guys.  His workouts were
a cover for his truly submissive personality.  The only people he felt he
could dominate were frail, skinny twinks.  He loved getting worshipped by
tiny slim guys under 5'6", but any bigger, and he was a total bottom slut.
"That's right," said Ben quietly, as Kellan started licking Ben's neck.
Joe stepped back and caught his breath and watched the scene.  He loved the
sight of his thick load on Ben's beautiful body, and he loved even more the
sight of Kellan cleaning the creamy smears of cum off Ben's hairy body.  Of
course the cum worked its way into Ben's hair, so Kellan had to seriously
lick to get it all off.  Ben dropped a hand to his cock, and started slowly
stroking it while Kellan worked his way up to Ben's forehead, cleaning
Ben's beard and face.  When Ben's face was clear, he opened his lips and
gave the younger man a deep kiss, forcing his tongue deep down Kellan's
throat, where he could taste Joe's cum still fresh in Kellan's mouth.
Kellan let out an involuntary shudder of pleasure has Ben forced his tongue
into his mouth.

Knowing that Kellan was his, Ben pushed away.  "You're not done."  Kellan
smiled and started working his way down Ben's hairy chest and stomach.
From his vantage, this was one of the hottest sights he had ever seen, and
Joe was loving the sight of Kellan back on his knees, his nose buried in
Ben's massive abdominals, his tongue cleaning off every hair.

"Very good," said Ben gruffly when he was finally clean.  His cock was
still fat and mostly hard, but it wasn't as hard as it had once been.  "Are
you ready for your reward boy?" he said with a glint in his eye.  "I've
heard about you.  I know you're a little bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Kellan sheepishly on his knees, settling back to sit on the
floor of the shower, his cock still rock hard.

"I've got a reward I know you like," Ben said, and he stepped toward
Kellan, looking toward Joe.  "You'll like this, Joe."  With that, Ben's abs
clenched, and his cock loosed a stream of clear beer piss onto the floor of
the shower.  Kellan moaned and leaned forward into the stream, letting the
huge rugby stud's stream of hot piss run all through his hair.  With the
beer Ben had drank before taking his shower, his piss was clear and smelled
warm and clean.  Kellan stroked his cock furiously, and cupped a hand under
the stream, so it would collect under his nipple.  "You like that piss,
don't you boy?" snarled Ben as his thick cock dumped his piss all over the
ripped blonde stud.  Joe had to piss like a racehorse, and the sight and
smell of Ben's big cock leaking all over Kellan reminded him.  Joe stepped
back toward Kellan, and grabbed his big cock.  "Oh fuck," shouted Kellan,
his cock turning dark red, "shower me with your piss you studs.  Give it to
me.  You big studs are so fucking hot."  Joe felt waves of pleasure course
over his body as he finally emptied his body of the six beers he had had
earlier in the evening.  His monster dick loosed a thick, high-pressure
stream of piss right at Kellan's beautiful face.  Kellan leaned his head
back and let is splash all over his face.  Ben directed a stream right at
one of Kellan's hard nipples, and Kellan's shudder showed Joe it was the
perfect idea.  Kellan rose up to his knees, furiously jerking his cock.  He
put his other hand back between his beautiful ass, and Ben and Joe each
directed a hot stream of piss at each of Kellan's hard nipples.  As the two
studs drained their bladders all over the ripped little slut, Kellan let
out a scream of pleasure and started spasming in orgasm.  He oozed a large
load of cum out of his dick onto the floor of the bathroom.  Ben was out of
piss, and was now stroking his once again fully hard cock.  Joe kept
dumping his piss onto Kellan as Kellan ran his hands up and down his hard
body and smiled at Joe in post-orgasmic bliss.  After a few seconds of
furious stroking, Ben shuddered and dumped his own big load, eight big
spurts of rugby stud cum, all over Kellan's body, where it mingled with
Joe's jock piss and flowed down the drain.

The three studs were spent.  Ben directed Kellan to his own shower head,
and he and Joe soaped each other up and cleaned up, all while making out
passionately.  Kellan thoroughly cleaned himself, taking special care to
make sure his ass was clean.  By the time all three were clean, everyone
was hard again.  Ben again took the lead, grabbing Joe and Kellan by their
hard cocks and leading them out of the shower to dry off.  Ben handed
Kellan three towels, and he dried everyone off while Ben took one of Joe's
hands and placed it firmly on one of his meaty ass cheeks.  Ben and Joe
continued passionately making out, while Joe's hand explored the depths of
Ben's damp furry asscrack and Kellan was on his knees drying off Joe's
legs.

When all three were dry, then went out into the main room and grabbed
beers.  Everyone was hot and thirsty from the long, steamy shower.  Joe
sprawled himself no the couch, lying on his back, his legs half on the
couch.  Kellan sat down next to him, and started running his hands all over
Joe's furry chest and stomach.  He crawled up Joe's body, a sexy grin on
his face.  He kissed all over Joe's torso, licked at his nipples, and
teasted Joe's big cock with his mouth and nipples.  Joe just took in the
show and the attention and kept taking sips at his ice cold beer.  His cock
was rock hard, and Kellan grabbed it by the base, licking at the head.
Kellan teasted the fat head and Joe's big piss slit until he heard Joe let
out a little moan.  Kellan reared himself up and pressed the tip of Joe's
big cock to one of Kellan's big nipples, and rubbed the drop of precum on
Joe's cock onto his nipple.  He smiled at Joe, and Joe stuck his tongue
out, beckoning Kellan up.  Kellan crawled up Joe's body, planting his hands
on either side of Joe's head on the arms of the sofa, his legs spread
across Joe's body, his cock and balls rubbing against Joe's furry torso.
Joe stuck out his tongue and tasted the familiar sweetness of his precum on
Kellan's nipple.  As he wrapped his lips around it, Kellan started moaning.
Joe wrapped his big arms around Kellan's hot torso and started seriously
working the young stud's nipples.  One of Joe's hands traveled down to
Kellan's meaty ass and grabbed a cheek, more than a handful of firm muscle.
Joe grunted at how good it felt, and he ran his fingers through the velvety
soft crack of Kellan's ass.  The action on his nipple and the feeling of
Joe's big, rough fingers in his crack, had Kellan in ecstasy.  He ground
his hips against Joe's torso, and as he slid down, Joe's cock caught in
between the ripped stud's asscheeks.  Joe pulled his mouth off Kellan's
nipple as he felt the head of his cock slide between Kellan's gorgeous ass
cheeks.

"I was wondering when I would get the chance," said Kellan with a hungry
look in his eyes.

"Oh you will," said Joe.  As if to punctuate his meaning, he flexed his
cock and rotated his hips up against Kellan's.  Kellan's cock had leaked a
stream of precum onto Joe's stomach, and Kellan's balls were rubbing it
into the hair as he ground himself against Joe's torso.

"Not yet, you won't," said Ben who had turned his attention back to the
group.  Ben had been going through the dresser while Kellan was teasing
Joe.  Ben was sipping his beer as he leaned against the dresser wearing a
white jockstrap, his arms crossed across his furry chest.  Ben was hard
enough that his cock was stretching the pouch to within an inch of its
life, but he looked fantastic.  Ben downed his beer and headed over toward
the weight equipment on the other side of the room.  "Come with me," he
said to Kellan sharply.  Joe smiled and took another sip as Kellan
dutifully raised himself off Joe's big frame and followed the gorgeous
sight of Ben's meaty, jock framed ass across the room.  "Lie down," Ben
ordered Kellan, pointing at a weight bench he had pulled out from under the
rack.  Kellan laid down on his back, his cock still hard, and each of his
muscles visible as he stretched himself out.  Ben stood above Kellan's
head, looking right down at his pretty face.

"Get to work boy," said Ben as he widened his stance and stepped toward
Kellan's head.  Ben's legs were now straddling the bench, right over
Kellan's head.  From across the room, Joe could see Kellan's cock twitch at
the sight above him: two meaty, fuzzy and perfect ass cheeks, framed by a
jock, and they were lowering down on his face.  "That's right, boy.  Just
like that," groaned Ben in pleasure as he felt Kellan's tongue start
flitting across his hole.  Ben reached around and spread his cheeks apart,
and started grinding his hips back and forth over Kellan's tongue.  Joe
downed his beer and strode over to that corner of the room.

The view was, frankly, breathtaking.  Ben had dragged the bench in front of
the mirrored wall, and as Joe walked up, he was greeted by Kellan's blond
hair tufting out from under Ben's beefy ass.  Ben's massive arms were
stretched around his torso, spreading his cheeks, and his ass, thighs, and
back all rippled as he ground his hips back and forth.  Looking over Ben's
shoulder, Joe could clearly see the other side, which was just as hot.
Ben's face was contorted in pleasure at the rimming he was getting.  His
beefy cock was poking out the side of his jock, his foreskin half
retracted, and his abs, chest and legs were flexing and relaxing and
working overtime as he squatted over Kellan's chiseled body.  Kellan was
jerking himself slowly with a free hand, as his abs were clenched hard, as
he tried to raise his head higher to dive into Ben's ass.

Joe stood for a while, watching the scene unfold, and worked his cock.  His
gaze kept falling back to Kellan's beautiful legs, splayed wide at the far
end of the bench, and the tight, muscular ass underneath.  Joe dropped to
his knees in between Kellan's legs and grabbed Kellan's hard on.  Joe had
already tasted some of the precum Kellan had mashed into his stomach hair,
and as he took Kellan's cock down his throat he could taste what seemed
like a steady stream of the sweet liquid.  Joe's big lips wrapped around
the shaft of Kellan's cock, and he easily swallowed the younger man's cock.
With his nose in Kellan's dark bush, he started massaging the underside of
the shaft with his broad tongue.  Kellan was clearly loving this treatment,
because he wrapped his arms around Ben's thighs, tightened his stomach, and
put his legs up on Joe's shoulders, his feet pointing straight out and his
toes flexed.

"Little bitch likes it," said Ben with a grin.  "Suddenly he's even better
at eating my hole, too."  Ben was vigorously jerking his own fat cock while
he watched. Joe kept deep throating Kellan's cock until he noticed that
Kellan's balls were tightening up and Kellan's movements were getting
ragged.  Not interested in having Kellan cum yet, he let the cock fall out
of his mouth.  Kellan had left his legs draped over Joe's shoulders, and as
Joe backed off Kellan's pretty cock, he was greeted with a glimpse of
Kellan's ass. Joe loved the sight.  With Kellan's knees cocked over Joe's
shoulders, Joe looked down at the V formed by Kellan's muscular and toned
thighs, where his nicely sized cock was hard against his abs, a pool of
precum near Kellan's belly button.  Kellan's balls were big and fuzzy,
nestled in the crook of the V formed by his legs.  Below his nuts was a
clear boundary where his toned ass began, and the two cheeks came together
in a beautifully smooth crevace that made Joe's cock twitch involuntarily.

Joe pushed Kellan's knees up with his hands and rolled Kellan's hips back.
Kellan's nuts hung down as his hips rolled back, and Joe dropped his face
into the crotch and kissed and tongued Kellan's big balls.  He dropped his
head further and started tonguing Kellan's taint, which was covered in a
soft layer of light fuzz.  Kellan's legs twitched in response, and Joe dove
deeper. Joe could feel Kellan's beefy butt cheeks on his chin as he dropped
lower.  The firm muscled ass pressed against his chin, and Joe stuck his
tongue in between the cheeks.  He quickly found Kellan's puckered hole, and
starting rimming it.  Kellan tasted clean and masculine, and the taste
drove Joe wild.  He dropped his hands to Kellan's' cheeks and rolled his
legs back even more, giving him a view of the puckered hole sitting between
two perfectly round globes of muscle.

"Let me give you a hand mate," said Ben, grabbing Kellan's feet and pulling
them up. Relieved of the burden of holding up his legs, Joe dove into
Kellan's ass with abandon.  His thick tongue lay flat at the base of
Kellan's smooth crack, and he ran it all the way up to the young stud's
tight hole.  He pressed his tongue against the hole itself, and it gave way
right away.  Joe was surprised at how flexible and loose Kellan's hole was.
Joe realized that clearly Kellan was into getting fucked.  This hole was
almost as loose at Grady's.  Joe drove his tongue into the folds of
Kellan's hole, and it opened up and willingly accepted the stud catcher's
big tongue.

"Oh my god, stud.  Give me that tongue," Kellan cried, gasping for breath.
Joe looked up and saw that Ben had stood up from his seat and was now
holding Kellan's feet up at face level.  "Eat my hole.  Fuck me with that
big tongue of yours."  Ben's cock was hard as a rock, and kept occasionally
dripping precum down onto Kellan's hard stomach.  He was lustily staring at
the younger man's hole, and watching Joe work it over. For his part, Joe
was getting completely horned and was eager to sink his monster tool into
the young stud's hole.

"Stop," said Ben suddenly, letting Kellan's feet drop down to Joe's
shoulders. "Get up boy," snapped Ben, pointing at Kellan.  "My turn."  Joe
just smiled as Kellan got up and was replaced by the hairy muscle god.  Joe
had wanted a taste of Ben's beefy butt since he first saw beefcake photos
of the rugby stud a few years ago.  When Ben positioned himself at the end
of the bench, his ass hanging off the end and his legs up above, Joe nearly
came then.  Ben's furry thighs framed his fat cock, his heavy nuts still
encased in the jock.  Down below the jock marked the dividing line between
his gorgeous thighs and his even more gorgeous beefy ass.  Joe dove down
with abandon into the damp hole. Kellan had already worked it over good,
and Joe just dove between the furry cheeks and got to work.  The fur was
wet with Kellan's spit, and Joe relished the manly, musky taste and smell
of the hot hole that the gorgeous blonde boy had been working over.

Joe felt Ben's weight shifting, and backed off to see what was up.  Kellan
had mounted his ass over Ben's face, and Ben's massive arms were visibly
spreading the young stud's cheeks.  Kellan's face was contorting with
pleasure as Ben starting giving Kellan as vigorous a tongue-fucking as Joe
had just been doing.  Joe's face was smeared with sweat and Kellan's spit
as he watched this scene unfold, stroking his massive dick while he did so.

"Get rid of that jock, so I can suck him," said Kellan to Joe.  Joe
manipulated Ben's leaky dick out of the way and got the jock off of Ben's
legs.  Kellan now doubled over and took Ben's big uncut meat into his
mouth, running his tongue around the foreskin, and trying to clean up all
of the precum that had matted itself into Ben's furry stomach.  Joe went
back to tongue fucking Ben, but the room quickly filled with the sounds of
all three men moaning loudly.  Joe couldn't wait any more.

Joe stood up from Ben's ass, and walked around to the other end of the
bench.  "Fuck yeah, mate," moaned Ben, "give it to him," as Ben saw Joe
point his beercan cock right at Kellan's waiting hole.  From above, Joe's
cock was so fat in contrast to Kellan's trim waist that it almost looked
like a joke that Kellan would get impaled on it.  Joe rubbed the head of
his cock up and down the crack of Kellan's ass and watched in the mirror as
Kellan sucked on Ben's big meat at the far end.  Kellan paused when he felt
Joe finally rest the head of his cock against his hole.  He looked up and
gave a sultry smile.  The smile made Joe leak a little drop of precum right
onto Kellan's hole.

"Well?  Aren't you going to give it to me?" said Kellan, and he rocked his
hips back against Joe's massive tool and went back to sucking Ben's big
cock.  Ben was loving the view below.  Joe's massive shaved nuts were
hanging right above his head, and he had a front row seat to watch the big
head of the cut cock disappear into Kellan's hot hole.  Ben reached his
head back, and rolled one of Joe's big hairless nuts into his mouth.  He
started working the big sac over while Joe slowly inched his big tool into
Kellan's hole.  Kellan slowed down sucking Ben's cock as he adjusted to the
fat tool that was sliding into him.  Joe knew his cock was a lot to get
used to, so he slowly, but steadily, eased his way in.  When he finally
felt Kellan's soft ass pressed against his hips, he pushed the rest of the
way in and held it there.  He had watched Kellan's face contort in pain and
pleasure as the cock worked its way in, but now he was breathing deeper and
relaxing as he got used to the python that was nine inches inside him.  Ben
had managed to get both of Joe's big nuts in his mouth when Kellan started
carefully rocking back and forth on Joe's big meat.  Ben let the balls come
loose, and the loose sac cascaded down on his face as Joe started
withdrawing his cock and pressing it back in.

After about a minute, Joe grabbed Kellan firmly by the hips and started
seriously stroking.  Ben lie beneath, between Joe's big meaty legs, and
loved the sensation of Joe's heavy nuts sliding across his face with each
stroke.  Joe loved the unusual sensation of Ben's face on his bare nuts,
and he was enthralled with Kellan's' smooth, warm, tight but not
constricting ass.  Kellan was in heaven.  He had forgotten all about
sucking Ben's cock and was not staring intently at Joe in the mirror,
watching the furry baseball stud's muscles contract as he fucked the hell
out of him.

"yeah, dude," moaned Kellan, "give me that tool.  Fuck my little bitch
hole. Make me your bitch.  That hole is yours," breathlessly moaned Kellan
over and over again as he took the big tool deep inside him.  Kellan's cock
was rock hard as he took the hard fuck, and he occasionally dripped precum
down onto Ben's neck.  Ben reached one hand around and started stroking his
big meat in front of a distracted Kellan, and he tongued Joe's heavy nuts
whenever he could get the chance.  This went on for about three minutes
when Ben saw Joe's balls start to tighten as his strokes got more
irregular.

"Let me get a feel of that big cock, mate," said Ben in an attempt to stave
off Joe's orgasm.  "I want to get you in me before you're done."  Joe
didn't want out of Kellan's hole, but he also wasn't ready to cum, so he
pulled out with an audible pop, and backed away.  "Get on all fours bitch,"
Ben ordered Kellan.  "You're going to get another ride."  Kellan got up
onto two of the shakiest legs Ben or Joe had ever seen, and got on all
fours on the workout bench, his ass in the air and his hole visibly
stretched from Joe's monster tool.

Ben straddled the bench, and spit on his big cock.  He rested one of his
big paws on Kellan's ass and worked the spit into his fat eight inch cock.
He spit a few more times to get it nice and slick, and slid in one smooth
stroke into Kellan's ass.  "Damn, boy, that's a hot fucking hole you got.
Feels almost like a pussy," said Ben appreciatively.

"Pussy can't do this," said Kellan has he clenched every muscle in his ass
as tight as he could.

"Holy fuck, boy," moaned Ben breathlessly, as he wrapped his big hands
around Kellan's' tight waist and started to seriously thrust away.  Kellan
was moaning and groaning loudly with each thrust, and Ben was letting loose
with a stream of talk directed at his new bottom bitch as Joe walked up to
Ben's beefy butt and poked his cock head in between the cheeks.  Ben pulled
Kellan's ass hard against Ben's hips, and held it there as Joe ran his fat
cock up and down Ben's furry crack.  Joe found the one hairless spot, and
pressed his knob against Ben's hole.  Ben relaxed his secretly well-used
hole, and backed his hips against the huge cock trying to get in.  It took
a few minutes for Ben to relax and get it all in, but before long, Joe's
hips were pressed against Ben's ass, and Ben's hairy thighs were tickling
Joe's balls.

Ben moved first, pulling out of Kellan and backing up onto Joe's big cock.
Kellan was ready to get fucked again and started rocking back and forth
with more urgency.  Ben was breathlessly moaning as Joe also started
rocking back and forth, Kellan and Joe using Ben like a sex doll.  Ben was
in heaven.  WIth the two studs controlling the pace of their fucks, Ben
threw his head back and started tweaking his sensitive nipples.  Joe had
his big rough hands wrapped around Ben's beefy waist and was deep dicking
Ben as good as he had ever had it.  Kellan had braced himself at the end of
the bench, and was using Joe's hard thrusts to impale himself on Ben's fat
dick.  Kellan was watching the hot catcher in the mirror, and whenever he
saw Joe's arms flex as he pulled himself into Ben's body, Kellan relaxed
his ass and plunged backward, driving Ben deeply into him and hard against
his prostate.  He then clenched Ben's fat cock with every muscle he had and
tightly pulled himself off.  Ben looked delerious, his head lolling back,
his fingers aggressively working his nipples.

Joe was loving the beefy rugby stud's ass, but he wasn't going to last
long.  After three or four minutes, he briefly made eye contact with
Kellan, and it was too much.  Kellan was staring intently at Joe in the
mirror as he arched his back and intently fucked himself on Ben's big dick.
Kellan's gorgeous face was one of pure pleasure, and it drove Joe over the
top.  He plunged his big cock deep into Ben, and wrapped his arms around
Ben's torso.  He quickly thrust his hips over and over again as he turned
Ben's head toward him and locked lips.  Feeling the change in Joe, Ben
dropped his hands to Kellan's waist and took charge of the end of the fuck.
He powerfully thrust his hips back and forth, simultaneously fucking
Kellan's hole and impaling himself on Joe's engorged cock.  Kellan had been
on the edge for a few minutes, and just as he saw Joe spasm with the first
spurt of cum, he stood his torso up and started cumming himself.  He
watched in the mirror as every single muscle in his built body clenched at
once as he leaked a thick pool of cum onto the bench.  Ben felt the first
spurt as Joe's tongue invaded his mouth.  Then Kellan's ass got impossibly
tight around his cock as the younger man's own orgasm started.  Ben
elatedly let loose his own cum, and he dropped spurt after spurt of cum
deep inside Kellan's ass.

* * * * * * *

The three studs cleaned up together, and as Ben and Kellan left, they
agreed that Joe overpaid.  For as much as he paid, he should get at least
one more session.