Date: Mon, 06 Oct 2003 04:09:58 +0000
From: Bobby Reardon <reardon_930@hotmail.com>
Subject: Real World: Paris 3

See part 1 for disclaimers.

Hi guys. This will likely be the last chapter. I want to thank everyone
who's written in. Some guys have wanted to see Adam, but I'm not sure. If
any of you want to see one last chapter with Adam included, drop me a line
at Reardon_930@hotmail.com , OK?


CT thought he misheard Simon. Simon was climbing, very carefully, off of
Ace's flesh tower, which was still near full tumescence in spite of the
immense load which was dripping from Simon's trim, smooth legs. Ace himself
was a bit surprised at Simon's request.

"Simon, we know that ya'll like buttfucking, but Chris don't."

Simon leaned over to lick a trail of semen which dripped down Ace's rigid
pole. Ace moaned at the sensation in spite of himself.

"I won't lie to you, lads. A monster like Ace will hurt at first. Then the
pain goes away, and the pleasure is a bloody miracle. Ace, you don't know
how good a virgin ass feels."

Simon gripped Ace's tower of power and began a steady, slow pump which soon
sent Ace into a hip-thrusting frenzy.

"And CT...you look like a man who lives on the edge. You're afraid of
nothing. Why be scared of this? Cos of what society says? Cos it makes you a
poof or queer?"

CT nodded, meekly. He considered stepping away when Simon reached for his
shaft, but didn't. Simon lovingly massaged both men's fat American hogs, and
with each word, brought their cocks closer together, began rubbing them
against each other.

"Fuck society. This feels good. You ain't gonna wake up tomorrow a different
person. I've kissed girls, I know that what we all feel isn't as simple as
just straight or gay. C'mon, CT, do this. Try."

His knob felt so good sliding up and down Ace's erection that by this time
he couldn't even remember the word "no", much less say it out loud. Maybe
Simon was right. This may be his only chance to explore his sexuality among
friends, without fear of judgment. It wasn't like MTV was going to air
footage with two of their female-demographic-attracting, hetero studs having
a threeway with the token gay.

CT nodded his agreement to the situation. Simon looked pleased, and patted
CT's chest in appreciation, but wasn't satisfied. He slowed his milking of
CT's pulsating meat.

"Say it, then."

CT grunted.

"I-I want to have sex with Ace."

Simon shook his head, halting the masturbation entirely.

"Say it."

CT could feel the tears forming in his eyes, but he said it.

"I want Ace to fuck me up the ass."

Simon enveloped CT in a bear hug, kissed his forehead, and bit his nipples
again for good measure.

"You're a real man, don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise," Simon said as
he went to get the lubrication. Upon his return he pushed CT so he was
laying on his belly on the bed, his legs hanging off. Ace watched from the
other side of the bed, absentmindedly stroking himself, trying desperately
to stave off another orgasm. The pure rapture on CT's swarthy face when
Simon dived face-first into his shitter nearly made Ace lose his load right
then.

"OH FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK SIMON FUCCCCKKKKK"

Simon eagerly lapped at CT's surprisingly clean, only slightly musky hole.
His virgin anus resisted Simon's efforts, but a very talented, tremoring
tongue and a nimble finger managed to pierce open his tight outer ring. CT
clamped down on his finger, but he pushed past the pucker, he gently
inserted a second finger and began a process of probing and searching. He
knew he'd hit paydirt when a cursing, spasming CT practically tore into the
bedsheet with his teeth. God, how Simon loved the prostate. Reluctantly, he
removed his youthful face from CT's inviting chute.

"Ace, maybe you should sit up on your knees and try CT doggy-style."

Ace complied. He was so nervous, to do this to a friend, a straight guy, but
he was also horny. He loved popping girls' cherries; this wasn't so
different.

Ace shifted onto his knees, and sighed as Simon gently guided his enormous
girth inside CT's virgin man-pussy. Ace knew he wouldn't be able to go all
the way inside on the first try, but once his head popped past the first
barrier, he felt like he was in heaven. His mind whirled from the ambrosia
of such a warm, unspoiled cavern. He began to lightly thrust and parry once
CT was ready. He stroked CT's hair and kissed his ear. "You're such a good
little fuck, thank you for letting me take your cherry," he whispered in
that delicious Southern accent. CT was incapable of speech, he was so
immeshed in agony and ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Simon was busy sucking the still-fresh semen from Ace's toes. The
light hairs tickled Simon's tongue. He kissed Ace's bubble butt cheeks in
appreciation, but as he watched those dimpled cheeks, he suddenly wanted a
helluva lot more. Would Ace even notice? Simon was on the small-to-average
side in the penis department, after all. He really should have asked Ace,
but...he could just say that the devil had made him do it.

Quietly, he slipped his hard 5 inches into Ace's virgin hole. Ace yelled at
the shocking anal invasion, but Simon knew how to quiet him down. Kissing
his bee-stung lips, sucking his tongue, fingering his hole. Showing how much
he loved Ace's body, spirit and mind. His voice was so lilting.

"You're the meat in the sandwich," he purred to Ace. "Enjoy this. Enjoy how
special you are to us."

Ace gave in and pulled Simon, then CT in for hot, wet kisses. All the times
he'd gone around in barely his underwear, all the times he'd shown off his
naturally flawless, ripped, gorgeous body, and now he was in the last place
he expected to be. He was so overcome with confusion and excitement. Every
push forward separated him from Simon's slender slab. Every push back took
him away from CT's tight, sweltering velvety crack. He began a natural
back-and-forth adjustment between the two extremes, with Simon's hands on
his hips, guiding his movements.

CT shot first, decorating the sheets as he clamped hard on Ace's Georgia
giant. Ace was next. Simon was amazed at Ace's throaty war cry, and also
amazed that he himself was able to last to the end. He pulled out of Ace's
still-narrow twat just in time to spray his load all over those pale, plump
globes, and greedily licked off every drop of his cum. The best load he'd
ever tasted. He still couldn't believe he'd plowed the virgin hole of a
deep-South, deep-dick, model-gorgeous hunk like Ace. This was a wet dream
come true.

As their arousal subsided and reality set in, the three men didn't want to
look at each other. Simon felt guilt. The other two men felt guilt,
confusion, a lack of direction. They knew they'd need to have a long talk.
But Ace still grasped his friends' hands, squeezing. He joined their hands
together.

"We're still friends, right? Whether we do this again or not."

Simon nodded. He slapped his hand on the mattress. "Friends."

Ace slapped his down next, on top of Simon's. "You bet!"

CT was a bit more unsure, but after some puppy-dog stares from his
persuasive roommates, he set his on top of Ace's.

"No matter what."

And that was that. Friends, lovers...not bad for the real world.