Date: Sun, 12 Apr 2015 21:50:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Patrick Thomas <red.cheshire@yahoo.com>
Subject: On The Set of Neighbors - Part 3

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On the Set of Neighbors - Chapter Three
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"Shhh!"

Zac paused, torn between wanting to smack Dave and laughing along with him.
The two men were making their way through the movie's frat house set,
looking for a place to hang out.  With filming done for the day, the dark
and cluttered house was a little spooky.  It didn't help matters when Zac
rounded a corner and bumped into a coat rack - the resulting jump and small
shout had set Dave off on a giggle fit.  The fact that Dave had already
smoked out a little before meeting up with Zac was making it difficult for
him to shake off the laughs.

"Dude, there's too much crap down here.  We're going to trip over something
and break our necks."

Dave glanced up, past the ceiling.  "What about the big bedroom suite
upstairs?"

Zac shook his head.  "No...it's too visible.  Someone sees a light, they'll
think someone broke into the house and they'll call the cops."

Another giggle from Dave.  "Um, we kinda *did* break in, didn't we?"

Zac looked off to the side, pondering a response.  Truth be told, he did
have a key to the place.  He'd asked for it when filming started, so that
he could spend some time in the bedroom of his character, Teddy, and get a
good feel for his character's mindset.  So they weren't really breaking in,
but then again, the director probably hadn't thought that the actors would
use it as a party pad either.  His gaze fell down, towards the floor.
"Hey, what about the basement?  It's got places to sit, lights, but it's
not obvious from outside.  There are the little windows, but those face the
side and we can put something up to block them."  Dave nodded and bowed,
his arm straight out, indicating that Zac should lead the way.

The guys made their way into the basement, turning the corner at the bottom
of the steps...and Zac once again bumped into something and shouted,
startled...and this time, the other object also shouted and jumped.  His
eyes adjusting to the light, Zac saw that it was someone else working on
the movie - Jake Johnson.  The two men started chuckling, joining with Dave
who had descended into another giggle fit.

"Dude, hi.  What're you doing here?"

Jake's eyebrow went up, the familiar sarcastic smirk appearing on his face.
"What am *I* doing here?  Got done filming my scenes for the day and
decided to relax a bit before heading back to the hotel.  What're you guys
doing here?"

"Same thing.  Just unwinding before calling it a day..."  Zac sniffed the
air, smelling something familiar.  "Not just beer, eh?"

A sheepish smile gave Jake away.  "Ummmm...not just beer, no...  Although
it seemed appropriate, with the setting and all."

Dave fished a joint out of his pocket, holding it up in the air.  "Great
minds think alike!"

"Well then gentlemen," Jake spread his arms and stepped aside, welcoming
the two other men into the basement, "Mi casa is su casa."

The guys all settled into seats and proceeded to relax, alternating between
beer and pot, exchanging stories from working on different sets and
comparing notes on the current film they were all working on.  Dave and
Jake had worked together before, on "21 Jump Street" - the stories they had
from that experience had Zac laughing until his sides hurt. A long quiet
moment finally came about, as the guys caught their breath and reflected on
fun moments in their careers. Leaning back in his chair, Jake finished his
current beer and looked around the room.  "Man, they did a great job with
this set."  The statement caused Dave to scan their surroundings as well,
nodding in agreement. "I know, right?  Brings back memories."

Zac looked about, taking in the room. They'd filmed several scenes here,
but since they'd always been crowded and action-packed, he hadn't really
paid attention to the details. Photographs and paddles lined the walls; the
furniture was an odd collection of random, beat-up pieces that had seen
better days; everywhere there were random piles of junk. "This is what a
frat house looks like?"  Jake turned his attention to the younger man.
"You weren't in one?  Would have pegged you as a party guy for sure."

"Well, if I'd gone to school, maybe.  Got accepted into the University of
Southern California, but never went. Focused on work instead."  Zac's reply
got a surprised look from Dave. "Dude, you almost went to USC?  That's
where I went, for awhile."

"Awhile?" Jake took the joint from Zac, took a hit, and passed it to Dave,
his eyebrows still raised with his question.  Dave brought the joint up to
his lips and took a quick drag before turning it back over to Zac and
responding. "Yeah...dropped out.  Decided to focus on work too.  But this
does bring back memories."  He scanned the room again, a grin stretching
the corner of his mouth. "You?"  Dave brought his attention back to Jake.

"Yeah. Went to the University of Iowa for a bit. Lots of parties - not much
else to do in the middle of nowhere.  Finished up at NYU."

"Iowa??  How the heck did you wind up there?"  Dave's chuckling was cut
short by a pillow flying at his head. Ducking, the grin didn't leave his
face. "Yeah, Iowa," Jake replied. "Not all of us were born in sunny
California. Someone has to grow the corn."  Laughing at Jake's response,
Zac continued taking in the room. His eyebrows knitted with a question.
"Okay, so what's the deal with the paddles?"

Dave and Jake shared a look, deciding who would answer. Dave shrugged and
drank his beer, allowing Jake to field the question.  "They're gifts,
decoration...that sort of thing. When you join, you get what's called a Big
Brother, who takes you under their wing as a mentor. Usually, the paddle is
a gift from the Big to the Little Bro. You glue all kinds of stuff on
there...the fraternity and chapter letters, and stuff with meaning for your
friendship."

"Ahh, okay. So they're not actually used for paddling?"  Dave and Jake both
erupted into laughter, confusing Zac. Dave recovered first and responded,
shaking his head. "No dude, there's too much shit on there. It'd tear your
ass up to shreds."

Jake looked around the room and finally pointed.  "That'd be what you're
asking about."  Both guys turned, following the direction of his finger,
their eyes falling on a short paddle with three holes drilled down the
center of the broad flat part, hanging on the wall by a leather strap.

"Oh damn.  So there is paddling?"  Zac turned back around, to see the other
two share a look again before they nodded. "Eh...more or less," was the
answer he got from Jake.  The response obviously didn't answer Zac's
question, as he looked back and forth between Jake and Dave.  Dave
shrugged, "I dropped out, so I'm not under any obligations to keep
secrets. Yeah, there's some. Usually just during pledging, for hazing or if
you mess up.  That's about all ours used it for. I just made sure to wear
thick underwear and that helped. Not the bare-ass stuff you see in movies -
our campus had already cracked down on that."

Zac's attention turned to Jake, handing him the joint with an expectant
look, seeing if he could coax information out of the older man. "What the
hell.  Yeah, we did that too.  Although, out in the land of cornfields, we
hadn't cracked down on the hazing yet, so the fraternity brothers had more
fun with it, besides just swatting someone who'd messed up."  Glancing up,
he saw that he had the other two guys' attention, and continued. "We had
this thing with the pledges, during the Little/Big ceremony, when they were
getting paired up.  The Little Bro would have to drop his pants, underwear
and all, and spell out his last name. Each letter would get a swat. He'd
then find out who his Big Bro was...and then had to spell out the Big's
name, again with the smack for each letter. Just pray for short names...and
that you didn't misspell, or you'd have to start the name over."  Jake
killed the joint, taking the last drag and crushing what was left in the
ashtray, before leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed behind his
head.

"Daaaaaamn.  We didn't have anyone like that at ours. Must've been nice,
back in the day, without rules and stuff."  Dave's laughter continued as he
ducked another flying pillow.  "You're only about six or seven years
younger than me, you little shit."  Dave threw the pillow back, nailing
Jake in the chest. "Apparently it's enough of a difference. Our fraternity
was much tamer. Sounds like we were boring, compared to yours."

Zac had left the men to their banter and pillow tossing, crossing the room
and bringing the paddle down from the wall. Gripping it in both hands, he
swung it through the air, resulting in a whistling 'whoosh'
sound. "Well..."  He trailed off, swinging the paddle through the air
again, gaining the attention of the other two men. "Why don't you correct
your misspent youth?"

Jake's response was just laughter at Zac's joke. However, Zac knew that
Dave couldn't resist a dare, bet, or challenge. "My misspent youth? With
what - the paddle name thing?"  Zac nodded. A quick moment passed while
Dave thought about it and then shrugged, standing up. "Sure, why the hell
not. I'm in, if you're in. You just want an excuse to spank my ass."

"Oh no, I won't be doing the paddling."  A devilish grin revealed itself on
Zac's face. "I'm turning it over to the experienced one."  He held the
wooden plank up in the air, pointed in Jake's direction. The other man
laughed, amused by the banter between Zac and Dave, thinking that Zac was
joking. Dave glared at Zac. "Dude. That's not fair. His last name is longer
than yours."  All he got back from Zac was a shrug.  "You just said yes,
you didn't ask for details."  Crossing the room, Zac offering the paddle to
Jake.  The older man's eyebrow was raised, still not sure how far the other
two were going to go with this. Taking the paddle, he gripped the handle
and gave a practice swing, getting a feel for it.  "Hell, I'm game."  Both
men looked at Dave, who wore a stubborn expression on his face.

"Fine. Revenge is going to be sweet."  Dave undid his pants, revealing a
pair of navy boxer-briefs, before bending over and placing his hands on the
coffee table.  When the expected swat didn't come, he looked over his
shoulder at Jake, who shrugged and brought the wooden board up in the air,
preparing to swing. "Wait."  Both men looked at Zac, his hand up in the air
to stop them. "That's not how Jake described it."  He managed not to laugh
at their reactions: Dave realized the depth of the dare he'd signed up for,
as Jake still looked caught off-guard. "Jake, did the guys at Iowa have
underwear on?"  He looked up at Jake, avoiding Dave's glare. Jake's eyebrow
went up again, a mischievous smile appearing.  "If I remember right, they
got paddled bare-ass," he replied.  The two men kept their eyes locked
together as they heard the sound of moving fabric, followed by an
exasperated sigh, as Dave slid his underwear down his legs. "Is that the
way they stood?"  The eyebrow went up a little further and the grin grew a
little bigger.  "Nope. On all fours."

Both men looked down at Dave, who tucked his legs under his body as he
pulled himself up onto the coffee table, settling onto his hands and
knees. The look of slight annoyance on his face disappeared when he heard
Jake call out the letter "F", followed by the sound of the paddle smacking
against his exposed ass cheeks. Eyes opening with surprise at the force of
the smack, Dave's jaw dropped and a loud yelp came out.  Jake looked up at
the small basement windows and then at Zac. "Probably want to find
something for the noise. He's got more than a few letters to get
through..."  Zac looked around the room, looking for a piece of cloth to
use.

"R". The paddle sailed through the air, landing on the round curve of
Dave's other cheek. Another yelp, this time a bit louder. "Hey, if it
hurts, we can stop."  Dave returned Zac's offer with a stubborn look.  "No
way - I'm not going to pussy out of a dare." Zac shrugged and continued
scanning the room for something to use as a gag.  Jake glanced at the
windows again. The curtains hid the view outside, but wouldn't work to keep
noise inside. "You're going to have to find something...don't need him
waking the neighbors."

"A". The sound of air moving followed by a loud smack of flesh...and
another yelp.  Jake pointed the paddle at Zac. "C'mon, man."  Zac glanced
around the room one more time, realizing that there wasn't anything on the
set that he'd be willing to stick in his own mouth, let alone
Dave's. Looking down at his friend, he had a quick idea. "Sorry Dave..."
He winked while placing his hand on the back of Dave's head as he stepped
forward, shoving his crotch into the other man's face, smothering him with
Zac's bulge. Zac looked up, to gauge Jake's reaction - and saw surprise and
amusement, right before Jake erupted into a fit of laughter. "Well, that's
one way, I guess."  Zac swung a hand through the air. "Would you want any
of this stuff in your mouth?"  Jake's laughs tapered off into small
chuckles before he was able to reply. "Not really.  That's
just...creative."

"N". Smack. Dave's reaction was definitely muffled. The smothering was
taking care of most of the noise, but it was also distracting him from the
paddling. While he wasn't a stranger to being up close and personal with
Zac's crotch, having another person present was new. Hearing the
much-reduced noise level, Zac and Jake looked at each other and both gave a
thumbs up, nodding with approval.

"C". Smack. "O". Smack.

Dave shifted his weight backward, intending to step off of the coffee
table.  Jake's hand on his lower back stopped him, holding him in
place. "Oh no, my friend. You still have another name to get through,
remember?"  A puzzled and surprised expression was replaced by one of
resignation as Dave remembered the rest of Jake's story.  His body
responded to the slight nudging pressure of Jake's palm, resuming his
earlier position. The hand on his back slid down and over his side, turning
into a reassuring pat on his upper thigh. "Atta boy, you can handle it."

As Zac stepped forward, pressing his groin into Dave's mouth again, Jake
turned and moved the paddle from his right hand to his left, shifting his
stance behind Dave. Leaning forward, Zac tried to see Dave's
backside. "How's he doing?"

Jake looked down, appraising Dave's rear.  His lips pressed together,
approvingly. "He's doing pretty good."  His free hand came down, patting
Dave's cheek. "A little pink..." His hand squeezed down, feeling the
muscled flesh. "Feels like he's in good shape though, with some padding
back here."  He looked back up, giving Zac a wink. His hand lingered just a
moment longer, before rising to take hold of the paddle's handle with both
hands. Zac noticed that the front of Jake's shorts seemed a little
fuller...and it looked like maybe their friend wasn't wearing underwear, as
evidenced by the outline of his cockhead through his shorts. 'Interesting,'
he thought. His own package swelled up a bit at the sight.

"J". Smack. A muffled "Oh shit."  Dave was hoping for 'Efron', since it was
a shorter name. Nope, he was going to have to get through two extra
letters...and their corresponding swats.

"O". Smack. Dave pulled his face back, an irritated look on his
face. "Dude, your zipper is tearing into my face."  Sure enough, a pink
line was visible on his skin, running alongside his nose.  Zac bit his lip,
feeling bad. "Sorry..." He looked around the room again, seeing if there
was something he'd missed earlier. Jake pointed at a shirt laying on a
shelf. "Maybe that?"  Zac's nose wrinkled. "No... Fuck it.  There's really
nothing else here. So if the problem is the zipper..." His hands came up to
his pants, undoing them and letting them fall to his ankles. "...then
good-bye zipper!"  He stood there, hands on his hips, a cocky look on his
face, wearing a pair of bright red briefs.  Plumped up, he wasn't the only
one in the room with a "growing issue", although it was out of sight a
second later, his package mashed back into Dave's face. Jake paused,
blinking in surprise.  "Alrighty then."  He looked back up at Zac, who
merely shrugged, still grinning.

"H". Smack. Dave let out a muffled yelp, and Zac swallowed.

"N". Smack. Another muffled yelp...and a barely audible groan from Zac's
own mouth. "You okay?"  Jake's head was tilted in a show of curiosity.

"Um...yeah.  There's just...less in the way, so his reactions are...uh,
felt more."  Zac blushed slightly, having found a roundabout way to explain
the situation below. Jake's mouth broke in a crooked grin, winking at
Zac. "Got it."  He brought the paddle up, getting ready for the next
swing. Zac could swear that the other guy's crotch had swelled a little
more...and he definitely wasn't wearing underwear. And he might have just
throbbed...

"S". Smack. Yelp. Zac cleared his throat, preventing a moan from
escaping. Jake's eyebrow twitched upward with amusement.

"O". Smack. Yelp. Zac fingers unconsciously gripped into Dave's hair, his
cock hardening against the other man's face. This time, Dave wasn't going
to complain about something digging into his cheek.

"N". Smack. Yelp. Zac closed his eyes, feeling his dick throb.  He
swallowed, clearing his throat before speaking. "How's he look?"

Jake pulled his eyes up from the little show where Dave's face and Zac's
groin met. Zac wasn't aware that he'd ground his hips forward, ever so
slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he just barely missed catching Jake
watching. Jake rubbed his hand along the curve of Dave's ass for a moment.
"A little pink, but he's doing good. He'll make it through one more."  A
sideways grin gave away Jake's impish nature. Seeing Zac's open mouth of
surprise, he guessed the question in-mind and shrugged, "Might as well do
all three names, since we're having fun."  He winked as the board sailed
through the air once more.

"E". Smack. The impact pushed Dave's body forward, pressing his face harder
against Zac's crotch.  Zac's engorged member throbbed in his briefs,
leaking precum from the visual and physical sensations. Dave,
over-stimulated, opened his mouth and took the tip of Zac's cloth-covered
meat inside, suckling on it.

"F". Smack. Zac looked across Dave's backside, his eyes settling on Jake's
groin.  There was absolutely no question on if he was freeballing - the
outline of his cock, head and shaft, was plainly visible as it strained
against the fabric, snaking down his thigh. At the end of the long bulge, a
large wet spot had formed.

"R". Smack. Zac's cock was starting to hurt from the tension in his briefs;
his dick was trying to push its way through the cotton material confining
it...but was being pressed back down by the activity of Dave's mouth as it
worked the tip and first inch or so. Zac's eyes traveled up and down the
length of Jake's concealed pole for a few moments...and then became aware
that the paddle's pause was taking longer than usual.  Flicking his eyes
upward, he saw Jake watching him...and realized that the other man had been
watching him staring at his cock. Jake held his gaze steady as his hand
came back up.

"O". Smack. Jake winked as his free hand reached down and adjusted his
package, shifting his hardness so that it was more comfortable. Zac found
himself unable to help but glance down, seeing that it was now running
across Jake's thigh...and a new dark wet spot had already formed at its
tip.

"N". Smack, coming quicker than before. Zac's eyes shot back up and were
held in place by Jake's, as the board was kept up against Dave's skin...and
pushed. The movement rocked Dave forward on his hands and knees, pressing
him even more firmly against Zac.  The sensation caused Zac to close his
eyes, his throat working as he involuntarily swallowed.

Taking a deep breath to get his body back under control, Zac closed his
eyes; hearing the sound of Jake's throat clearing, he reopened them. Jake's
mouth tugged to the side, a devilish glint in his eye.  "Well, that was
fun."

His jaw worked to make noise; on the third attempt, Zac got the words out,
"How'd he hold up?" He watched as Jake's hand rubbed Dave's rump again
before giving it a squeeze.  Jake's head shook back and forth slightly,
appraising the firm ass before him; his own cock throbbed visibly in his
pants.  "Eh - a lot more pink, definitely going to be red in the morning,
and maybe a little sore, but he looks fine."  The man in question was
pretty much oblivious to the conversation; rather, Dave was distracted by
the flesh in his face and on his backend.  Choosing to try and match Jake's
impishness, Zac cracked a grin. "Aww - you should kiss it and make it
better."

"Ha!" Jake's short bark of laughter filled the room, and Zac's grin grew,
his nervousness ebbing a bit. Jake's own smile was broad, as he tossed the
paddle onto the nearby couch and took Dave's cheeks in both of his now-free
hands. "Not a bad idea...", his husky voice sending a shiver down Zac's
spine. Holding Zac's eyes with his own, Jake crouched down until he was on
his knees. Slowly leaning forward, he planted his mouth against the muscle,
lips making a light smacking noise as he pulled back. His face travelled
the distance to the other globe, repeating the action. Eyes still locked
onto Zac's, his face came back to center...and then moved forward, coming
down at the very top of Dave's crevice.  The next kiss resulted in another
long muffled moan from Dave, vibrating into Zac's balls.

Zac watched, enraptured, as the lower half of Jake's face slowly
disappeared, making its way south, planting smaller pecks from side to
side. When Zac could only see Jake's nose and eyes, still firmly gazing
back at him, the other man finally broke the staring contest by
winking...and then pushing his face forward. Dave felt a tongue run along
his hole, slowly and strongly. The sensation caused his back to arch, and
his right hand reach up to grab Zac's torso, fingers clenching into the
flesh. Zac watched as Jake's head made small circular movements, feeling
Dave's fingers respond as they kneaded his pecs.  One more wink and Jake's
face pressed forward even further. Zac couldn't see his mouth, but whatever
he'd done had an immediate effect on Dave, who groaned loudly. Tired of
being a spectator, Zac reached down with both hands - his left hand came
back around to the back of Dave's head, fingers curling into the hair,
tugging back slightly. His right hand plunged into the free space, grabbing
the waistband of his spit-soaked briefs and yanking them down, tucking it
under his balls. Coming back up, his fingers wrapped around the base of his
cock as it sprung forward, holding it in position as he pulled Dave's face
back down, ramming half of his length into his friend's mouth.

It was Jake's turn to stare, as Zac's head rolled back, mouth open, and
released a deep satisfied moan.  His chest rose and fell with heavy
breaths, his abs flexing as he thrusted his hips, lodging his dick against
the back of Dave's mouth.  Opening his eyes, he lowered his head back down,
connecting once again with Jake's gaze. Staring, he gripped Dave's hair
tighter and began sharply moving his hips, pulling most of his meat out of
Dave's face before shoving it back in. Jake responded by pressing the tips
of his fingers deeper into Dave's rear as he redoubled his efforts at
Dave's hole. Dave's moaning intensified from having his face plowed and the
intense rimming.  Their eyes remained locked as they enjoyed themselves on
either end.

Finally coming up for air, Jake smacked Dave's leg with the palm of his
hand.  "Damn, this kid has a great ass."

Zac's smile changed into a knowing smirk. "If you think it's great now, you
should try the inside." Jake's eyebrow shot up, his curiosity piqued.  "Oh
really...?"  Zac's shrug was a non-answer, leaving it up to Jake to decide
the next course of action.  Seeing that it hadn't taken any prodding for
Zac to whip out his dick and shove it in Dave's face, Jake figured that the
two friends had probably already been rather intimate before.  Smiling, he
stood up, his hands rubbing Dave's reddened rump.  The front of his shorts
were soaked...as if his manhood trying to punch its way through the fabric
wasn't enough of a sign of his arousal.  Zac watched intently as other man
undid the button of his shorts and slowly pulled down his zipper.  The fly
separated, revealing a trimmed, thick mat of dark brown pubic hair...and
then just a root of flesh.  Hands on his hips, Jake watched Zac as he
pulled his shorts down, his cock springing free at last.  Zac's jaw dropped
slightly; what had been revealed wasn't so much a cock as it was a small
baseball bat.  Jake's rod stood out from his body, the base a decent
thickness...the shaft gradually swelled outward along the eight inches,
capped at the end by a bulbed head, a drop of clear fluid already flowing
out again.  Zac swallowed, regaining his composure.  "Daaamn...nice piece."

Jake responded with a wink before grabbing the base, tapping his cockhead
at the top of Dave's crack.  "Thanks."  He continued watching Zac's face,
the other man's eyes following as Jake slid the tip of his stick downward
along Dave's crevice, until he reached the hole...and then slid back up.
Zac's head nearly bobbed up and down as continued following the
back-and-forth journey of Jake's dick, occasionally broken up by its
tapping against Dave's entrance, slicking it up with precum, teasing nudges
of the tip causing him to rock back and forth on his knees. Looking around,
Jake spied exactly what he needed - a bottle of lube as part of the set.
Reaching over, he grabbed the bottle and popped it open, turning it over
and drizzling the clear liquid along his shaft and between Dave's cheeks.
Closing the lid, he tossed the bottle onto the couch and gripped his meat,
running his hand back and forth until his entire dick was shiny and wet
with lube.  Stepping forward slightly, he wedged his length into Dave's
crack and began sliding up and down again, greasing Dave's hole and teasing
it at the same time.  Zac continued watching, his hips not moving as much
as before, but his cock throbbing against Dave's tongue, as Jake shifted
the tip of his dick to Dave's hole and began pressing at it.  Dave moaned
as his entrance separated and half of Jake's head disappeared.  The other
half followed, Dave's anal ring closing tight around it.  Jake breathed
deeply, enjoying the heat and pressure; any concerns about Dave's bottoming
abilities evaporated as he watched Dave's lower half begin writhing,
eagerly trying to work more of the dick inside.

Jake caught Zac's gaze one more time and winked before looking down, both
men watching as inch after inch of his thick shaft began sinking inside.
Zac could feel Dave's mouth working harder, indicating how turned on he was
by being plugged at both ends.  Halfway in, Dave began pulling forward
again, the intrusion into his ass a little too much. Jake slid back,
removing about half of what had been inside.  Giving Dave a moment to
recover, he began to glide back in.  Dave groaned, feeling the thicker tip
of Jake's pole as it went deeper, stretching his insides. Finally, Jake was
all the way in, his balls pressed against Dave's hole; pushing forward a
little more, he slowly ground his hips into Dave's backside, groaning at
the amazing feeling of the other man's tunnel. Looking up at Zac, he
exhaled, "Damn, you're right. It is pretty nice inside."  Grinning once
more, he began slowly thrusting in and out, hands palming the round cheeks
of Dave's butt.

Zac blinked, snapping out of a hypnotized state from watching someone else
cramming their dick into Dave. Realizing that he'd paused the motion of his
own hips, he resumed his earlier efforts to face fuck his friend. Both
hands on the back of Dave's head, he buried himself down into the other
guy's mouth before pulling back out again, long-dicking Dave's throat. Both
Zac and Jake went back and forth between looking down at their own junk
being buried...and watching across Dave's back at the other man at work. At
one point, they spent a couple of minutes matching their tempo, thrusting
in and out simultaneously, before concentrating on getting to their own
happy ending again.

Dave was in heaven - he had a tasty piece of meat in his mouth and a thick
cock in his ass. He tried his best to work his mouth and ass, but there
were moments when he simply enjoyed the ride. Soon, he realized that he was
enjoying it too much - Jake's head kept running over his prostate and it
was having its effect. A hand rose up, latching onto Zac's pec again,
fingers digging in as his ass began tightening up, bucking as he went over
the edge. Dave's fingers trailed down Zac's body, leaving red marks, as his
nuts rose up and began spraying the coffee table beneath him, his mouth
vibrating as he moaned earnestly around Zac's shaft. The other two men
rolled their head back, nearly at the same time, as they felt Dave's body
go into overdrive around their dicks. His orgasm rolled through his body in
waves as his cock continued emptying cum from his balls.  Moments later, he
began relaxing, pulling Zac out of his mouth, allowing him to catch his
breath, chest heaving. Coming back down to the present, Jake's presence
inside his ass began to change from pleasure to discomfort. Reaching back,
he placed the palm of his hand against Jake's stomach, applying a little
pressure. "Sorry, it's...ungh." His words trailed off as Jake understood
and began pulling out - to Dave, it felt like his guts were following,
until the other man slid out with an audible 'pop' sound.

"Oh man, damn...that was awesome." Dave grinned and pulled his body up,
stepping off of the coffee table and limping away, landing in the recliner,
wearing only his shirt and a big pleased smile of satisfaction that
stretched across his face.  Jake and Zac, on the other hand, stared across
the now-empty coffee table at each other's hard cocks, breathing heavy with
frustrated lust. "Ummm...now what?" Jake finally managed to ask, resisting
the urge to just jerk himself off to finish. Zac thought about it for a
second (well, really a split-second) before smiling. "I'll have what he was
having..."  Jake's eyebrows shot up, eyes widening; he hadn't figured Zac
as one to take a cock up his ass. Clearing his throat, Jake waved at the
space before him "Alright, saddle up."

Shaking his head, Zac mounted the coffee table...on all fours. "No, I'll
have everything he had."  A devious grin appeared as he glanced over his
shoulder, wiggling his hips just a little. Jake's mouth managed not to drop
open...he dropped to his knees instead. "The customer is always right, I
guess." His tongue reached out and grazed Zac's hole, electing a shudder
out of Zac.  "Didn't realize I was a paying customer."

Jake ran his hands up the muscles of Zac's thighs, caressing the globes of
flesh at the top.  "Oh, you're gonna pay...trust me," was he last thing he
said before diving his face into Zac's ass.  That was the end of any
smart-ass commentary, as Zac's back arched, a long deep moan coming from
his open mouth as Jake went to town on his hole.  Dave watched as Zac's
body writhed, responding to Jake's skills...and as Jake ran his hands along
Zac's legs, ass, and lower back, appreciating the taut muscles under his
fingers.  Occasionally his hands would both come up to Zac's hips and yank
the younger man backward, as his face lunged forward.  When Zac's legs
began to get shaky, Jake knew it was time to switch gears. Leaning back, he
slapped Zac's rear with an open hand.  "Time to flip over."

There was no hesitation - Zac's hole had been worked over and was ready.
Turning over, he leaned down and rested his body onto the coffee table,
feeling Dave's sticky mess press into his back. Jake stayed on his knees,
leaning forward again, taking Zac into his mouth, sucking on the head
before letting it go, his tongue running up and down the shaft before
swallowing a few inches again. Slowly, his head bobbed up and down as he
looked up, taking in Zac's sweaty muscled body.  Letting go of Zac's dick
again, it popped out of his mouth and landed against Zac's abs with a wet
smack.  Rising, Jake reached over and grabbed the lube again, pouring some
on his fingers, and then running them up and down Zac's crack.  Pausing at
Zac's entrance, he began pushing two fingers in, gauging Zac's
reaction. The other man's fingers curled as he easily took both fingers all
the way - he was ready.

Grabbing his cock, Jake positioned it at Zac's hole, nudging it. Looking
up, he took in the fact that he was about to fuck America's heartthrob. He
teased Zac's hole, eliciting a series of moans. "If you think it's nice
now, you should try it inside," he joked, returning Zac's earlier
jest. Grinning, he shoved in the first two inches. The sound of a sharp
intake of air filled the room as Zac's body tightened, reacting to the
sudden intruder. "Too much?" Jake teased, rocking back and forth a bit, Zac
feeling each small motion. Swallowing, he wasn't about to back down from a
challenge. "No, I can take it.  Give it to me." Jake smiled, taking it
easier as he slid in slowly, taking Zac's shaft in his hand and stroking,
distracting him. Pushing in the last inch, both men groaned. Jake let go of
Zac's cock, taking a leg in each hand, squeezing as he pulled back
out...and then pushed back in. Each stroke came faster and harder; soon, he
was ramming in and out of Zac's ass.

"Yesssss.....fuck me." Zac opened his eyes and stared into Jake's begging
for it with his eyes. Pulling out to the tip, Jake let his head rest there
for a second...and then slammed back in. "Like that?"

Zac's fingers dug into the coffee table beneath him, his back rising off
slightly. "Yeah, just like that. Give it to me."  Slam.  Slide
out. Slam. Both men were quiet, other than grunts and moans, as Jake buried
himself over and over again, using all the muscles of his legs to work it
as hard as he could, resulting in wet smacks each time, as both men's
bodies were covered in sweat. Zac's body rose and fell in waves, pleasure
rippling from his ass up to his eyeballs with each thrust of Jake
inside. He and Dave had screwed around, but this man could FUCK...and he
was loving it.  Jake continued to hold Zac's legs in the air, his fingers
massaging the calves, his mouth wandering up and down, exploring the hair
and muscle with his tongue. He could feel Zac's lower body lift up to meet
his thrusts, eager to be filled over and over again with the thickness and
length of Jake's cock. Jake was only happy to oblige, each thrust and inch
of the hard pounding sending waves of pleasure through the two men.

Knowing Zac's body, Dave watched as the rise and fall of his chest got
bigger and faster...and knew what was coming...literally. Getting out of
the recliner, he crossed the space and leaned down, kissing Zac, running
his hand down his chest and abs, grasping his cock and tugging, bringing
Zac closer to the point of no return. Dave's mouth began moving down,
latching onto Zac's neck, his chest, nipple, his tongue tracing the lines
of Zac's six-pack...ending by flicking the tip of Zac's cock, teasing
it. Zac went rigid, his shaft swelling in Dave's hand and a cry of pleasure
erupted from him.  Dave latched his lips around the end of Zac's dick,
sucking hard as it began pulsing, strong and thick shots of cum slamming
against the back of his throat.  Swallowing, he pulled off, allowing Zac's
meat to slap back down, softer spurts of jizz pooling along his own abs.

Jake watched the show beneath him, continuing to ram in and out of Zac's
hole, feeling it contract around his pole as Zac's orgasm racked his
body. Dave stood up and mashed his mouth against Jake's, his tongue
invading and exploring, sharing the taste of their friend below. Jake
moaned into Dave's mouth, his fingers tightening on Zac's ankles and his
ass slamming in and out even harder. Dave pulled back, grinning, as he
crouched back down and brought his lips to Zac's. Jake's hips thrust back
and forth, the movements becoming sharper and more erratic as he got closer
and closer. As he watched the two younger men making out, swapping the
taste of Zac back and forth, Dave tilted his face to the side, winking and
jerking his face a little away from Jake's direction, before returning to
the kiss, maintaining eye contact with Jake.

Getting the hint, Jake slid out of Zac's pummeled hole and stepped forward,
alongside the pair. Hand wrapped around his thick shaft, he jerked back and
forth a few times before achieving release, streams of cum shooting out.
The first shot landed on Zac's chest; taking another step forward, the next
shot landed on Dave's cheek...followed by one on Zac's. The next few coated
the sides of their faces before his orgasm subsided.  A line of fluid
trailed down from the tip of his still-throbbing cock, Jake's heavy
breathing slowly returning to normal. A hand tugged at his arm...Dave
pulled the still-standing man down to his knees, bringing him into their
kiss. The three embraced, hands roving and tongues lashing, enjoying the
taste and feel of each other. Jake felt Dave's hand on his arm again,
bringing it down between Dave's thighs, encountering hard flesh. Breaking
the kiss for a moment, Dave brought his lips to Jake's ear.  "It's going to
be a long night."  Jake's reply was wordless but clear, as he gripped
Dave's cock in his hand, tugging lightly as he renewed their kiss, eager to
do some more exploring.

The End

---------------------------------------------------------- Note: this was
intended to be the last chapter of an accidental trilogy.  However, a
sequel is now in development. So, it's possible that this story series
might be continued. ;)

Thanks for reading. If you enjoyed the story, have feedback or ideas, would
love to hear from you. red.cheshire@yahoo.com





If you're interested in other stories I've written:



"More Than Once Upon A Time" series (based on the "Once Upon A Time"
television series):

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/more-than-once-upon-a-time/




"The College Bet"

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/the-college-bet