Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2017 02:31:44 +0000
From: Max Millan <maxmillan2576@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blissful Paradise III: M-Radio Chapter 5: Let's Get It On

Blissful Paradise
(M-Radio)

Let's Get It On
by
Max Millan

Dom glistened from the sweat slowly dripping between his muscular chest. He
braced himself on the back of the couch. It was going in easier now. The
pain of the initial entry had long passed and only the feeling of tightness
remained. His eyes slightly closed and breathing through his mouth. The
heavy breathing was punctuated by occasional grunts. He looked down at the
two big hands grabbing the side of his waist controlling the rhythm. The
burning feeling crept into his big round thighs. The burly man was
supported by the equally thickset man slump down the couch. He massaged his
thighs trying to relieve it.

"Need a break?" Carson asked him.

"Yeah, It's been a while since I had to bend my legs that much."

"It was your choice. You said it would be easier for you," Carson said and
laughed.

Dom seeing his friend laughing sort of took out the heat of the moment and
stepped out from straddling him. He laid along the couch to catch his
breath. Carson stood up to get out of his way and walked to kitchen. The
sound of the flicking rubber echoed as he snatched the condom off his still
hard cock then it was followed by the trash can lid opening and closing.

Carson opened his fridge and leaned with his right hand over the top of the
fridge's door. The light coming from inside the fridge spread out outlining
his lower body, and the roundness of his smooth behind was gloriously on
display for his friend to lust over if Dom was looking. After moving some
of the left over out of the way he found what he was looking for.

"Hey, I still have a six pack lying around. You want some?" Carson shouted
from the kitchen.

"I wouldn't mind having one or two," Dom accepted.

Carson came back to Dom who was still laying on the couch. Dom grinned at
his friend who was holding two bottles of beer. Carson, on one end of the
couch, stared at him grinning back. His once raging manhood was now hanging
freely between his legs that swung ever slightly when he moved. The man
lying down could not help but checked out his friend who was unconsciously
displaying his body. His legs parted and biceps flexed as he held bottles
of beer closed to his chest.

Carson was a man of average height. He stood about five foot eleven
inches. Although not barrel chested his he looked round and sturdy with
wide shoulders and strong chest. His arms were not muscular but still look
strong. He would have been your regular looking blue collar man toned by
hard work and manual labor if not for his thighs and well developed calves
sculpted by long hours of walking and lifting his designated haul. He often
joked that his legs were like tree trunks. His wrist was thick and hand
that looked like they could crush you by a mere handshake was made to look
stronger by the veins on its back. His whole frame was of a wide strong man
who's been primed by back breaking labor but who would not turn down slices
of pizza. His square shaped face with round chin hid behind the half cheek
stubble of blonde hair with small ears that lay close to the side of his
head. The side and back of his head revealed by the high and tight haircut
that he wore were still whiter than his skin. His smiles were naughty like
a boy. Those green glassy eyes and upturned nose made him looked like your
buddy from next door.

"What are you looking at? Here," Carson cut him off from his silent
admiration.

Dom sat up to reach for the bottle of beer he was offered while Carson went
straight to his recliner. He brought one leg up while nursing his beer to
make sure that his friend could see him and full view. Dom picked up on it
and returned the favored by leaning back and spreading his legs to make
himself as open as possible.

They've seen each other naked many times and directed one other when they
recorded their masturbation sound clips. The last one was them jerking off
side by side on the same couch. This was the first time they went far. And
farther they went. A chance question from one of their listeners had
clicked something in them. Six months was already gone since they started
the broadcast of their internet radio. A fan wanted to know if they had
done it with each other. They answered no, but the shared giggling inside
their rented studio revealed what they had been missing.

"That was unexpected," Carson said.

"What was?" Dom replied.

"You, receiving. I thought you're gonna ask for mine first."

"Ha-ha, I'm not as green as you might think, although, it's been really a
long time."

"How long?"

"Maybe three years."

"That long without sex?"

"Hell no, that long the last time I let someone in there."

"Got it."

"How about you?"

"It's been months for me too, . . . maybe six or seven months. My buddy
Hunter dropped by."

"Really? How come you didn't tell me?"

"He was just here for a day. Business trip he said."

"So, who was the lucky guy who popped your cherry?" Carson returning back
the conversation and continued his inquiry. He's quite curious. They've
been hanging out for sometime now but he still hardly knew anything about
him except for his own stories while he was serving.

"Let me think."

"LOL, you couldn't even remember."

"Shut up! I'm trying to think of his name," Dom paused and then blurted the
name of the person who made crossed the line, "Shawn. Yeah Shawn. I was
drunk that night." Dom once more paused and in deep thought trying to
recall that fateful night. "Damn. If you think we're both big guys. You'll
look like a kid next to him."

"Big dick?" Carson interjected.

"No! He is big. I mean yeah, a really thick eight incher he got. That dude,
I tell you, was as wide as a door," Dom recalled with his hand gesturing
the size of the man.

"You're the last one I would guess to be a chubby chaser," Carson joked.

"You're making it sound like it's a bad thing. Some men can carry those
wait nicely," Dom replied while running his hands through his
mid-section. "No, the guy was a college linebacker, or a defensive end. I
can't remember now. He was like six-four." Dom stood up with his hand
showing how tall the man was compared to him.

"Some of those bastards could be big," Carson said. "Did you get
man-handled?" he continued teasing his friend.

"No, he was actually quite accommodating, took me a while to get him inside
me. Damn, I was so cocky that I could take him, so I had to man up."

"Ha ha. Must have hurt after."

"Alcohol saved me that night. All I know was the feeling on being opened up
wide."

"Loved it ever since?"

"I wouldn't say that, but considered it a lot."

"How come?"

"I dunno. I'm a little picky I guess."

"So how did it come about?"

"It was one summer. We just checked in to a roach motel from our trip out
West for the night. We had a long drive back to our base. Damn, I remember
that it was so hot. The air-condition in the car was about to give
up. There was a bar close by walking distance from the motel, so we decided
to hang out there for bit. On our way out, we heard a raucous by the
laundramat."

"LOL, you picked up someone doing laundry," Carson interjected.

"Well not exactly but I sorta did later." Dom chuckled naughtily. "So we
checked what was going on. Some college kids teasing someone about his
extra smelly socks. We struck a quick conversation and told them we were to
the bar. They could join us if they want to," Dom continued on like it
happened just yesterday as he vividly recalled the night he went over the
line.

"I walked into, together with my buddies, Sawyer and Tom. It was fairly
small and a little too dark inside and was very outdated like time had
forgotten. Looking around the place, it might have been there since the
sixties. On one of the corners close to the door on the opposite end of the
bar was a jukebox. The bar area that spanned the whole length of the
building was sparsely occupied. There was a young couple with their hands
all over each other. Those two should just get a room. I told you. Then
there was a middle-aged couple cursing at the television. I think they were
gambling. Three old timers exchanging stories about Vietnam. And two guys
still wearing their shipping uniform stared at us like they were undressing
us."

"What, their tongue out salivating?" Carson interjected again.

"No, but one was licking his lips and gave us a wink. Nothing much to do
but play some pool. We took over the pool area. The lady behind the bar was
happy to see us. She said the bar was slow and was glad to see new
faces. Sawyer won most the games, so I let him and Tom play each other. I
quit. Then sometime later that night, I saw the three college kids walked
in. Apparently, they were there also to get some sleep after a long
drive. Tom shouted for them to join us by the pool table."

"Who were with you?" Carson asked.

"Tom introduced us. He's a corporal in the Navy. Sawyer was my barracks
mate in the Marines. We're from a joint base. Our new friends introduced
themselves, Matt, Shawn and Joe. Joe was our height, well-built. Matt and
Shawn were varsity football players, huge guys. They joined us playing
pool. Sawyer and Tom were and little cocky until the guy named Joe took the
table. I remember Tom and Sawyer asking the bartender for change the whole
time. They probably spent ten bucks trying to take Joe out from the
table. He was quite good. I intentionally sidelined myself, their buddy,
Shawn, had the same idea. It would be futile to compete against Joe. Shawn
and I were standing by the opening at end of the bar leading to the kitchen
to out of way. The pool area was a tad bit small. Shawn was the most
outgoing out of the three. He joked a lot. I learned that driving back from
a long trip of their own, and Joe was in the ROTC to be a Marine officer."

"I never had a road-trip before?" Carson said.

"Oh, they were pretty much just driving around."

"That sounds fun."

"I bet, it would be fun just to go places."


"What were you doing out West anyways?"

"Trying to earn quick bucks."

"Whoring yourselves?" Carson joked.

"Close. We did some male modeling work," Dom laughed a little when said
it. It's a code word for those who were familiar with the porn industry.

"You did? How much they paid you?"

"Good enough, I guess. We're not really sure how much you we get paid
anyways."

"What did you have to do?"

"Well, we had a three way jerk-off on a small couch while they were doing
some sort of interview. The camera guy slash director offered some money if
we do something special."

"I figured. Those people are good sweet talking you to doing pretty much
anything," Carson commented.

"I know."

"What do you have to do?"

"So camera guy had me moved to a bedroom. We were shooting in a house. I
think it's the guy's actual house by the look of it. I was laying on the
bed when he threw some stuff between my legs."

"What were they?" Carson asked.

"Dildos. I was like, hell no in my head, even my own fingers never ventured
in that area. He said, try the slender blue one first to see how it
feels. I was telling myself, it's not gonna happen, but I was looking and
applying lube all over it. No harm knowing how it feels like. He set the
camera at the end of the bed when he saw me aiming it to my asshole. It
felt funny feeling something going in the opposite direction. I had some
appreciation on how strong our muscles in there. It was so slick but I was
having trouble pushing it deeper. The guy threw a tube, he said to try it
then give it a go again after five minutes."

"The magic ointment. I used one before," Carson said laughing.

"Yeah, damn, it made my ass relaxed and numb. I didn't know they make stuff
just for that."

"Ha-ha"

"So the guy left me on the bed when I finally able to insert the whole
thing to check on Tom and Sawyer who were still on the couch. He said to
just vocalize it when I felt the tightness. So I decided to put on a little
show for the camera. Not long after, I was trying out a medium size dildo."

"Felt good?" he friend butted in.

"Not so sure, but I was feeling more adventurous."

"LOL."

"I know. It was crazy after discovering that area was something you can
play with."

"Did you try going for something bigger?"

"I did try to use a one that looked like a real dick. That was a
challenge. I was poking myself when the guy came back. He said, Tom and
Sawyer are going at it hard."

Carson was extra curious, "you mean someone was getting pounded hard?"

"Tom was."

"You weren't surprised one bit?"

"Oh, I know Sawyer will swing that way from time to time long before we
became roommates. I was actually more surprise when I learned that he was
banging Tom. I thought he was just hanging out with us. Tom was your
standard man's man, gym rat, very athletic. One time, I went home. Sawyer
and Tom were by the porch. Tom was someone you will not catch with one
misplaced crease on his uniform. But that late afternoon, I told you, his
white tops was ruffled and soiled somewhat."

"He got some action from Sawyer?"

"Action he got. Sawyer told me he was extra horny after work, so he picked
up our buddy Tom. They never made it to the bedroom and had him right there
on the living room floor still in uniform. That's when Sawyer told me that
they were doing it before he even started hanging out with us."

"Wow," Carson said.

"I know. Sawyer was actually affront about it when we first met. He made a
passing remark about 'that guy can bend me over whenever he wants' while we
were watching a game, talking about his favorite quarterback after making a
good play."

"What did you say?"

"I said, 'I know you will' jokingly. He smiled and sipped on his beer and
said, 'I would in a heartbeat.' Then he winked at me. For some reason, it
didn't bother me much. Then he became one of my regular people I go out
with in the base."

"Have you done it with Sawyer?"

"Not really, the closest thing we did was jerked off watching porn. We had
porn TV subscription, so it's not uncommon to see us jerk one out."

"Not even a handjob?"

"Negative."

"So you actually went from zero to sixty?"

"Ha ha, you can say that," Dom was also amused of what he had gone through
in a short span of time that summer.

Dom continued on with his story picking up where he left off. "So the guy
came in, right, and saw me about to try out one of the realistic dildos,
maybe a seven incher. He said it was so hot seeing me try it and asked if
he could do it for me. I said go ahead, so pulled the back of my knees as
close as possible to my chest. I felt him lubing up my behind then he
gently poked on the hole with the head of the dildo just ever slightly
putting pressure on. I think he knew when I was relaxed because I tell he
was timing it. He would stop pushing when my ass tightened then pushed some
more. When the head got in, damn, I was painful but felt nice at the same
time. I might have passed out in between because when I came to, he said
'all in buddy, good job.'"

"LOL, I couldn't believe you took it the first time. I remember spending
long showers loosening mine up," Carson revealing one of his shower
preoccupations.

"Damn, I know. I guess my dignity has a price."

"Cheap too."

"Not that cheap, at least couple of of hundreds. Well that was the easy
part. He asked me if I could shoot with my ass stuffed like that. I somehow
managed it. Damn, I was walking funny after the shoot. I joined Sawyer and
Tom in an open shower. I guess it was part of the shoot. Then the guy took
us out that night taking some pictures of us."

"Oh shit," Dom blurted out and Carson was grinning.

"Shawn asked the same question and we all just chuckled instead of
answering. I told Shawn we did some modeling and he took it like it was a
joke, so stopped asking question. Matt, Tom and Sawyer needed a break from
their frustration, so they asked me to play a game. I got so close to
beating Joe, but I sunk the 8-ball too early. On my way back, Shawn was
leaning on the bar. His arms on the bar clutching his bottle of beer with
one leg bent by the side of the bar, and the other stretched out. He's
probably relieving his tired legs from the long car ride. He was wearing
basketball shorts, so there was no escaping what he was displaying when he
switched to stretching his other leg. He filled those shorts amply. He was
showing, so I looked. I think he saw me looking because he grinned wide
without looking at me when I approached to take my spot back. He just
stepped back and stood closer to the bar edge trying to hide what his
packing from view."

"I have the same problem with my uniform. The front folds some as if I have
a constant boner," Carson said commenting about his work shorts.

"It wasn't long before the beer that had been accumulating in our stomach
started pushing on our bladders. It so funny when it happened, it's
contagious. One by one, we made our way to the restroom I was the last
one. Matt and Shawn joked about our weak bladders. But even them succumbed
to it. I saw Shawn walked in and took the other urinal. He was like 'what's
up?' I'm not sure what to make of it so I just said, 'your friend Joe can
play.' Did you see that last shot? It was crazy. He replied, 'I know, I
couldn't believe he made it.' Shawn stared at the wall and fished his dick
out through the leg of his shorts. I didn't know if it was on
purpose. Being several inches shorter than him, I could easily see him. I
said, 'Good view' on my way out, and was surprise when he responded, 'Do
you like the view?' I sort of fluttered, so I just walked of the
restroom. Shawn slowly closed the door behind him. I was back in my spot by
the end of the bar. He looked at my direction. I gave him a quick wide grin
flashing my pearly whites. He just smiled back.

The pool table was still busy with Sawyer now taking on Joe. Shawn sat on
the seat by the end of the bar close to where he used to stand. I didn't
know what went into my head, but I told him we are having after hours in
our hotel room. Shawn swung the chair to face me asking if it would more
drinking. 'Pretty much,' I said. We bought quite few bottles of vodka, rum
and beer before checking in to the hotel. I think he already figured out
that I was checking him out and was happy to show. He relaxed a little bit
on his seat. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest then parted
his legs enough that his bulge was more noticeable. He was going commando
and he was stretching his soft satin shorts that I could even trace the
shape of his dick and big balls. I gave him another grin then looked down
between his legs, which he replied with his own."

"Damn, he was game?" Carson interrupted.

"Sure he was. I think I was the one who slowly got there. I invited them
maybe expecting something."

"Expecting, getting' sumptin' sumptin'?"

"Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking."

Matt and Joe went back to the motel to pick up their laundry then joined us
later. Shawn went with us. The place was pretty desolate, so it was very
quiet and very still. Crickets from the marshland behind the building gave
us company. Well, and the two truckers that we saw in the bar. They were
standing by the side of one of the buildings. Tom thought that they were
spying on us. Joe joked that they were probably cruising. To bad for them,
I had another plan. LOL. Shawn even butted in telling me that they probably
want to suck on my dick, which his friends immediately recalled that Shawn
had cruising experience of his own. In the first rest area where they
stopped for the night, he got a very interesting proposition from a trucker
too. They said the trucker was very direct. The guy was looking at Shawn's
dick while he was peeing then invited him to his rig. That was
hilarious. All Shawn all could do was to give his friends the double middle
fingers.

By three o'clock, we were starting to feel stupid drunk that me, Sawyer and
Joe had a streaking competition through the walkway. Tom joined our
nakedness, always happy to show off his ripped body.

Tom issued a fall in line command and Joe ,Sawyer and I rushed to form a
plank and stood in attention arm-length away. Matt and Shawn leaning by the
metal railing watched our impromptu military drill. Sawyer tripped. It was
a three naked men pile up."

With his usual interruptions, Carson asked, "You guys drunk outside naked?"

"Yeah, we stayed outside naked. If people were to pull in, they would not
miss our display of manliness. Those two truckers were probably having one
hell of a jerk off session peeking through their window . . . not that I
mind."

"What? You like people looking at you?"

"Let's just say I find it titillating that I can give grown men a rise."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"So what happened next?"

"Well, we stayed outside for a bit like I said. Good thing the motel was
slow. The Joe had to cut his adventure for the night. He said his body was
beginning to shutdown. The long drive had finally took a toll on him. Joe
fetched his clothes and told Matt and Shawn that he was turning in for the
night. Matt and Shawn stayed with us. I guess their big bodies could
tolerate more alcohol while us just had more practice. They were leaning by
the railing with making sure their bottle of beer was constantly
replenished. I was standing by the door talking to them. Neither one of
them were showing slight embarrassment talking to someone with his dong
hanging in front of them. Damn, I was even sporting a semi-hardon. Shawn
took the last swig from his bottle and I had to step back when he went
inside to fetch some more. Sawyer and Tom also went inside to mix some
drinks. A few minutes later, I felt the warmth of human body behind me. It
must be Shawn because I could tell from Matt's naughty smile. They were
having a silent conversation over me, literally over me. I felt Shawn
bumping me from behind before saying, 'Excuse me,' then tapped on my
shoulder to get through.

Tom from inside the room asked Matt, 'Want something stronger?' We have
some soda. If you want to mix it up.' Matt accepted the invitation and the
three them were off mixing their alcoholic concoction. Shawn went leaning
by the rail with his legs wide apart stretching his shorts over the bulge
forming inside his shorts. He was displaying himself like before. And I
looked shamelessly. I don't know what went through my head. All I knew was
his showmanship was taking effect on me.

I turned around to look at Sawyer, Tom and Matt and said some lame joke
about how they eager to finish every bottle of alcohol available. I gave
Shawn a wink and asked, 'How the view from there?'

'Very nice,' he said. I walked closer to him my behind was brushing on his
bulging groin.

'Be careful. That's a fat one,' he joked.

'Really?'

'You can find out yourself,' he suggested.

I reached and felt him and asked him, 'How big of a trouble I'm in?'

'About eight and a half inches.'

Things finally unrolled when I said that I could take him.

He must had recalled own conversation from earlier because he asked, 'What
exactly the kind of modeling did you guys do?'

'The naked kind,' I told spilled. My inhibition had been long ago. It was a
trend in the porn industry to recruit servicemen who wanted to earn quick
money.

He might be looking forward to it too because he got a little more
inquisitive about my buddies being there. 'What about your buddies?,' he
asked.

I told him, 'Those two will go at it before the night is over. What about
your friend Matt?'

He made some assurance. 'No worries, he knows me very well.' He shouted at
his friend, 'Matt, isn't that right?'

Matt looked at him and knew exactly what was going on. He just shook his
head when he saw me standing close to his friend who had his hands holding
my waist. Matt flicked his hand as if to say 'Do whatever you want.'

'So it's on, big guy?'

'You bet,' Shawn said and slapped my ass before I stepped away from him
when everyone from inside started making their way out.

'Don't get too carried away. You're on driving duty tomorrow,' Matt told
Shawn. Matt sensed where the party was headed and told everyone he was
turning in too after his glass. I think the motel had the same thing in
mind that one of the flickering lights went out. We got busy. Like I said
my buddies went right into it right after the door closed. The bed creaked
when they fell together on the bed. Sawyer, with his pale white skin, lay
on his back with one arm wrapped around holding the back of Tom's head, who
was giving him pecks on his neck. Tom, on his side, stroked Sawyer's cock
to attention. When his erection was to his liking, he turned to his face
and met Tom's lips with his then his hand easily found the muscular man's
waiting cock. They made out while they stroked each other. I think the two
were more than buddies by the way they went about it. They were making
love.

I sat by the foot of the other bed. Shawn wasted no time to also start. He
stood in front of me and what was just a bulge between his legs was now a
tent. I pulled down on the waistband of his short to free him. Well, there
was no turning back. I wrapped my hand around it and started
stroking. 'Damn, you weren't kidding when you said it's fat,' I told
him. He grinned wide when I aimed it to my mouth. The tip of his dick was
leaking already, and I licked the salty clear fluid off it. I had not tried
going down on someone before. He knew that he would be the first, and he
would be a challenge. Getting in the head was no problem but taking more in
was. He held onto my head and helped m out a bit by pushing himself in ever
slightly whenever I went down on him. I immediately gagged when the head of
his cock hit the roof on my mouth.

'Damn, it's fat,' I said while going up for some air.

'You're doing good,' he encouraged me while taking off his shirt.

I inspected his member lifting it up to his stomach to get a better look at
it. He was uncut. I flicked my tongue over the pink skin of his unrolled
foreskin. Shawn moaned. I opened my mouth and guided it back in.

He said, 'Feels good.' Shawn said. He was probably just being nice.

I looked at him, and he smiled back. I took whatever I could with one hand
synchronously going up and down by the base of his cock. I increased my
pace a little. My lips felt numb being stretched that long. I pulled his
shorts down to the floor and he stepped out of it. He lifted me by my
underarms telling me to climb up to the middle of the bed. 'My turn,' he
said.

I placed two pillows to propped myself up and watched Shawn crawled from
the foot of the bed. Even with the amount of alcohol in my blood, my cock
responded to his teasing. 'Oh, shit,' I exclaimed when Shawn took all of it
inside his mouth on his first go. You can tell that I'm no slouch in that
area, but he took in seven and a half inches of manly goodness with no
problem. He was experienced and knew what he was doing. He rubbed my balls
while going down on me. I wasn't really expecting anything from Shawn. I
had no problems if he just wanted to use me. I wonder if I was really just
waiting for that moment. All I wanted was to get him in bed and satisfied
my fantasy. He fancied a big man taking him to town. I became more relax
and hold onto his shoulder squeezing the muscles right below his thick
neck. He was doing wonders on my cock that I almost forgot that we had
company.

'Stick it in me,' Tom, on all four, told Sawyer who was slowly pushing his
cock in him. With that, Sawyer slammed the last few inches. A sharp grunt
came out of Tom's mouth, and the muscles of his arms tensed as he crumpled
the bed sheet in his hand.

'Is that what you want?' Sawyer told him.

'Yeah,' Tom replied.

'What a sweet ass,' Sawyer told the panting man. It was an interesting
sight to see the stronger looking man begging for his friend's cock.

Seeing where the other men in their joust, Shawn begun to play with the
entrance of my hole with his middle finger. I grabbed a tube of lubrication
on the side table. On it were packets of condoms in full view with two or
three empty wrappers. Shawn squeezed a few drops on my shaft and spread it
all over until his hand was gliding smoothly along the full length of my
hard cock. A little more dub on his fingers, and I felt the cold slick lube
being applied around my hole. With his right hand, he continue stroking me
while his other hand was testing my experience. His middle finger went
deeper this time. It felt good that I let out a soft moan. He held his
finger to get me used to it then I felt his warm mouth on my stiffness. He
was experienced in handling one, not that I care, but the thought of this
big man between my legs, getting it on with another grown man, was a big
turn on. His finger started to slide in and out of my well lubed hole. He
looked up and gave me a wide grin then I felt another finger stretching
me. It's an understatement to say just two fingers. Shawn was a man with
matching big hands and thick round fingers to go with his physique. He let
me get used to it again while he nursed my stiffness until I my natural
relax to clench faded away. He looked at me again and gave me the same
naughty grin. I knew what he was thinking, he wanted to push me farther by
adding another finger, I had to stop him. I knew it won't be easy, but I
had this thought at the back head about experiencing the sensation of being
penetrated for the first time by the real thing. He sat up and his fingers
moved faster, twisting it as he went in and out. I begun to grunt, and when
my grunting turned to soft moan after getting used to the sensation, he
asked, 'Ready?'

'Yeah,' I replied. I tossed him a condom from the stash. His cock needed
some attention, so I lower myself in front of him almost knee-chest and
gave the big man's cock one last taste. With a little bit of help, Shawn
had his raging erection back. A flicking sound echoed inside the room as he
fitted the thin rubber on him. He laid on the bed telling me to ride him. I
applied a good amount of lubrication on Shawn's hard cock and a little more
to my own hole before I mounted him. It took a few tries of his cock
slipping out before I was able to insert the head. I let out a gasp. Shawn
supported me with his hands, grabbing me by the waist. His legs parted
apart bent on his knees with thighs brushing on my ass cheeks. I begun with
a slow calculated grinding of my hips to slowly to ease more and more of
the thick meat.

'Fuck, that's big,' I told him.

'Why? Having a second thought, soldier?' Shawn teased me.

I kept saying fuck for every progress I made in conquering his manhood. I
said, 'I told you. I can take yah,' was my attempt to man up.

I leaned forward and rested my hands on his big chest. It's not all the way
in but enough to ride it. I continued grinding my hips. The real things
feels so much different from the dildos I tried during our my side
work. The softness and hardness was just right. It took a little bit of
threading carefully before I was able to move up and down in a good
rhythm. It was a signal for Shawn to join in. He pushed up to meet my
downward motion. Not long after, I stopped for a bit and found the courage
to lower myself down his throbbing cock completely. It was painful at
first, and Shawn grabbed onto my waist harder pushing me down. I cursed and
cursed, but I had no choice but to wait for the pain to subside and replace
by just the feeling of tightness. I let out a long 'aaah' when he pushed
himself deeper until I could feel his sac bumping into my ass. He was balls
in deep.

'Great job,' Shawn acknowledged my effort.

My sweat started flowing profusely. I wiped the some that were about to
drip down my eyes. My arms lost a little bit of strength and slumped on
Shawn's chest with my forearm preventing me from slumping any
further. Shawn seeing me conquered on his chest, grabbed my ass cheeks and
played with them spreading them apart before slowly thrusting up.

All I could say was fuck he got into the rhythm. Shawn increased the pace,
which prompted me to sit up allowing him to bury more of him on every
stroke. With the help of alcohol, I was able hold my own. I tried riding
Shawn once again. This time feeling the full length of his cock.

'C'mon, soldier, ride that cock,' he kept telling me, which I obliged. I
increased my pace. The bed creaked when Shawn joined in thrusting himself
up to meet me. For a good while, there was no talk from both of us just the
sloppy sound of his cock penetrating me intermingled with our sexual
utterance. My legs begun to strain. Shawn told me to lay on my side and he
spooned me from behind.

Our neighbors, on the other hand, had a different plan. Sawyer was standing
by the side of the bed facing us and holding Tom's legs up in the
air. 'Stick your dick back in there buddy,' Tom coaxed him. Sawyer did and
like before slammed the last few inches in him, which made Tom exclaimed
another sharp grunt then Sawyer parted the man's legs and leaned forward
holding his shoulders. With his buddy deeply inside him again, Tom wrapped
his legs around the man on top of him. Sawyer begun his conquest again, and
he looked at me and Shawn. He gave us a wink and plowed Tom to submission
putting on a little bit of a show.

From behind me, I felt Shawn trying to enter me once more. I hooked one of
my legs with my arm to let him in. The tightness was still there, but Shawn
had no problem pushing in after adding more lube. Shawn reached around and
found my cock that had already lost its hardness. He stroke it and
responded with no problem. I hold onto his wrist when the he started
thrusting. I was ready for it now that the once was an uncomfortable
feeling of Shawn extra girth was replaced by pleasurable tightness. Shawn
was also hitting the right spot with our new position. We watched Sawyer
and Tom like a real life porn. Not that we needed more inspiration, but the
sight of Sawyer manhandling the more muscular Tom was a treat on its own.

Shawn curled up his arm under mine resting his hand just below the base of
my neck. I whimpered on his arm when he started thrusting harder. Then only
the sound of sex emanated from both beds.

Sawyer had Tom again on all four by the edge of the bed. 'Damn, don't
stop. You are going to make me cum,' Tom warned. The intense look on Sawyer
face also showed his desire to unload his seed. Tom stroke himself and shot
his load under him making a pool on the bed. Sawyer was not far
behind. When he said he was ready, Tom slid out of the bed and kneeled on
the floor with his mouth open and tongue sticking out asking for Sawyer to
cum on his face. A few squirts splashed on his left cheek and forehead then
more oozed out of Sawyer's cock landing on his waiting tongue. Tom finished
Sawyer's orgasm in his mouth cleaning every drop of Sawyer's seed. They
really went at it like there was no tomorrow, or they were just too drunk
to care.

It's been fun, but all good things must come to an end. The sight of the
two other men reaching their plateau was contagious. Shawn had me on my
back with my legs placed on his shoulders. I knew that he was getting ready
for his own release. I egged him, 'Give it to me big guy.' I could fell him
slapping his dick on the lips of my man hole. And in one slow push, he was
in me once again. It started slow but quickly gained speed. He was staring
past me with his mouth open groaning his breath. The big man was on his own
world now pounding me. Shawn pushed himself in deep on every stroke. With
my legs still on his shoulder, he leaned forward to grab onto my shoulders
bending my body forward and raising my ass for better shot at it. With full
body thrusts rocking me back and forth, he edged ever closely to his
release. It must have been his own way of showing off his large stature. I
grunted while he moaned. Our combined sound of sex was drown out by the
sound of skin hitting another skin as the urgency begun to peak. He sat up,
held the lower part of my thighs and pulled me as close to him as
possible. He never let up and continued on until the slapping sound ended
with Shawn gasping for air on top of me. Damn, he was heavy. He lost some
strength when his strong release came to pass. Once he regained his
composure, he sat on his legs looking at me working for my own
release. With Shawn still inside me, I stroke my cock until I spew streams
of my load onto my stomach. He waited for me to calm down before pulling
himself out.

'How was it?' he asked.

'Other than I might be sore for the next few days, it was amazing,' I told
him.

He gave my ass as good slapped then made his way to the bathroom to flush
the well filled condom that still on his cock. Sawyer and Tom were already
on their way to a needed sleep, with Sawyer partly laying on top of Tom
with their hands clasped together. It's not hard to tell that the two had
something going on.

I told Shawn, "Thanks for the good time," as he picked his clothes up on
the floor and put them back on.

"Oh shit," Dom blurted after finishing his story.

"That was hot," Carson said about his friend's story. "I'm so fucking hard
right now," he added.

"I can tell," Dom replied.

Carson, who was between his friend's legs on the couch, pushed down on his
friend's thighs bringing his feet up in the air, and he picked up on his
slow pace that he was maintaining while Dom was telling him his story of
crossing the line. By the middle of the story, Carson was so turned that he
wanted his buddy again. He pulled Dom who was sitting on the coach until he
was laying on it and legs on his shoulders. From there, he had no problem
making his way back into Dom.

Dom was Carson size and height. They were almost like brothers from
different mothers. He had broad round shouldered like him. His mid-section
was showing a little neglect now being free from the constant physical
training of military life but still tight from the muscle underneath
it. Whatever was left with his high and tight black hair and the black
brows lining his deep seated hazel eyes laid flat on his skin wet from the
sweat he worked up. His straight understated nose was framed nicely with
his squared jaws that were accentuated by neatly trimmed jaw line beard,
and the matching fine lips cut through his mustache. Although his skin was
fairly white, the slight olive tone of his shaved private region revealed
the strong Italian blood that he inherited from his grandmother.

A few minutes passed, Carson was strutting naked by the kitchen to look for
something to drink. Dom, who was putting on his socks, laughed when he
scratched his behind. Carson came back with two bottles of beer and gave
one to Dom. The other man stood up and finished tucking in his shirt before
accepting the cold one.

"Where you up to now?" Carson asked.

"Nowhere but go home to my miserable apartment."

"I thought you are looking for a house."

"I do. Just can't the time."

"Well, I guess, see you next week then."

"Think of something to talk about. I don't have any idea in mind."

"Will do."

Dom finished the rest of his beer with one long swig before heading out.