Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2012 10:38:33 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 11

College m/m/m oral anal

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I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 11


After Chris's first fuck, things were back to normal in our room.  No, they
were much better than normal.  We were the guys we'd used to be with each
other -- casual, joking, exchanging stories and gripes and whatever was on
our minds.  But we were also the guys who'd been on that make-shift double
bed in the middle of the room.  We were college students who had to study,
go to classes, and, in my case, go to work.  But we always found time for a
sweet kiss here and there.  We always watched each other as we dressed or
undressed.  We jacked off to porn on the internet.  And we had nice long
sessions of sucking and fucking.  His first fuck had been as exciting for
me as it had been for him.  I loved knowing that this beautiful, sweet guy
was deep inside me.

Chris didn't know about Terry or Zach.  That is, he didn't know
specifically that there were others in the dorm -- or how many of them
there were -- but I'm sure he figured out that I was getting other cock,
too.  Actually, I wasn't getting as much of Terry or Zach as I had been;
they seemed to have latched onto each other quickly.

He didn't know about Frank at all.  We weren't working the same shift at
the library anymore, but we managed to find afternoons we could spend at
his house.  We were lying next to each other on one of those afternoons, my
ass still pulsing from the fuck he'd given me.  We were quiet for a while
as we recovered, then I felt his hand on my cock.  Just holding it, as he
did sometimes.  I did that, too.  Our cocks were our connection with each
other.  I was fully relaxed, then I jerked my head a bit.  There was an
idea up there.  But I had to think about it.  Of course, it made my cock
get hard in Frank's hand, and the more he stroked it slowly, the more I
thought it was a great idea.

"Frank," I said, turning to him.  "I know this guy.  He might be interested
in a threesome."

That got his attention! He wanted to know who it was, but all I told him
was that he was a guy in the dorm.  I couldn't say anything specific about
Chris; that wouldn't be fair to Chris.  Of course, no one on campus knew
that Frank was gay, either.  Frank was enthusiastic about the idea, and I
told him I'd talk to the guy and see if he'd like the three of us get
together.

Chris was really hesitant about it.  He'd never had sex with anyone other
than me, and there was no one in the whole world who knew he was gay except
me.  I didn't tell him who Frank was, but I told him that he was a nice
guy, deep in the closet, and that he loved sex.  Chris grinned at this.  I
didn't say it, but with that remark, of course, he knew that Frank and I
had been getting it on for a while.  I explained the circumstances -- off
campus, in a house, absolutely private.  And he finally agreed.  I got the
word to Frank, and we settled on a time.

The night before, Chris was clearly a little nervous about the next
afternoon.  We pulled our mattresses together and held each other, spent a
little time doing 69, then sucked each other off.  I loved knowing that my
cum was deep in his belly.  We talked then about the next afternoon, and we
slept in each other's arms.

Frank looked hot when he opened the door.  "Come on in, guys."  He was
wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts and was barefoot.  It turned out that
Frank and Chris had been in the same history class last semester; they'd
just not known each other's names.  I could see Chris relax.  Frank led us
upstairs to his room, but he stopped and turned to us before entering.

"A house rule.  We strip and don't dress again until the afternoon is over.
Everybody is naked, all the time."  He grinned.

Chris said, "When in Rome..." and began to undress.

Frank and I started pulling things off, and I watched the two guys look
each other over.  Every bit of skin was revealed.  Both were hard by the
time we were all naked.  Their eyes were fastened on each other's dicks.
They stood there, two beautiful guys, their dicks pointing at each other.

"Uh... hey, you two horny guys," I grinned.  "We just going to stand here
and look?"

Frank led us into his room and plopped down on the bed, lying on one elbow.
His cock was standing straight out.  Chris and I followed him, and I lay
next to Frank.  Chris sat next to me, a little uncertain.  But Frank
reached over and got him by the arm and pulled him over on top of both of
us.  Suddenly, we were three, naked, horny guys rolling all over each
other, grabbing and touching and laughing like kids.  We wound up about
where we'd started, with me partially on Frank and Chris on both of us.

I reached down for Chris' dick, not fully hard now.  And Frank moved his
head over me to get to Chris.  They deep kissed right in front of my face
as I gently stroked Chris, who quickly became as hard as a rock.

They fell away from each other, and Frank moved down, stretching over me to
get Chris' cock.  He brushed my hand aside and began to play with it as
Chris and I began one of our long, deep, passionate kisses.  His hand was
on my cock now, and we pressed together a tightly as we could and still
leave Frank room to suck.  Chris and I pulled away, a little uncomfortable
in this position.

"You know," I said.  "You two really should get to know each other's cock."
I grinned.  "69 is a nice way to get acquainted."

They readjusted themselves and got to it.  Frank's back was to me.  I moved
a bit so I could watch as I stroked Frank's back and ass.  I watched
Frank's tongue lick all over Chris' cock; then his lips opened and he began
to suck.  I slid my palm from Frank's back, down to his ass, and on down to
his thigh.  He really had beautiful legs.  I couldn't see Frank's cock in
Chris' mouth because of Frank's shoulder, so I moved a bit more.  I was
loving this show!  I moved my finger into Frank's crack and rubbed his
pucker.  I could hear him moan over Chris' cock.  Frank raised his leg so
Chris could move more easily to his balls.  I knew how much Chris loved to
lick and suck balls.  Chris did the same thing, and Frank moved to lick
balls, too.

I lay down on my side with my head at Frank's shoulders.  I pressed into
him and lay my cock right against the crack of his ass.  I rubbed it and
pressed it into his crack, feeling some of my precum ooze out and knowing
that Frank could feel it, too.  I raised my head a bit, and I was in the
perfect position to hump Frank's ass while I watched Chris' cock slide in
and out of Frank's mouth.  Both guys were making little sounds now, and my
dick pulsed against the warmth of Frank's ass.

They rolled back from each other, with Frank winding up almost on top of
me.  I rolled over him to get my mouth on Chris' dick, and Frank pushed my
hips closer to Chris' face.  I could taste Frank's precum on that familiar
cock in my mouth, and it made my cock pulse even harder as Chris sucked it
in.  Frank began doing what I'd been doing to him, running his hand over my
back, then down to my ass and thigh.  He leaned in while he was stroking my
thigh to kiss around the back of my neck.  I felt his lips and tongue there
as Chris' cock slid through my lips.  Frank's finger moved to my ass then,
and, still giving me little kisses on the back of my neck, his finger
massaged my pucker.

Frank, remembering our fun with his buddy Scott, whispered, "Circle suck."

We moved.  I kept my face at Chris' cock, so Frank began to suck me.  Chris
began to suck Frank.  I could visualize the circle we made, cock to mouth,
cock to mouth, cock to mouth.  I reached through Chris' thighs to stroke
his ass as I sucked his dick.  Then I let his dick slide out of my mouth
and moved to his balls.  Chris' balls are wonderful.  They're big, and the
sac that holds them is big, too.  He has very little hair on his balls, and
it's like licking and sucking silk.

We were each moaning and sighing our pleasure.  Our three voices were soft,
muffled by the dicks in our mouths, and listening to that music made my
cock throb in Frank's mouth.  I felt Frank readjust himself a bit, and his
finger was soon in my crack, searching for my puckerhole.  I moaned louder
when he found it and pressed it with the pad of his finger.  I could feel
Chris' body move, too, and soon the tenor of Frank's moans changed.  I
don't know what Chris was doing, but Frank sure loved it.

I don't know how sex smells.  I read about people smelling "sex," and I'm
not sure what they mean.  I've never smelled anything in particular except
the guy I was with.  If there is such a thing, the smell of sex must have
filled that room!  Cocks throbbing, tongues licking, mouths slurping,
assholes pulsing -- I guess there had to be some smell in the air.  I loved
the scent in my face -- Chris' cock and balls.  If that's the smell of
"sex," then I love it.  I shoved my face into Chris' crotch even more,
inhaling and licking everything I could reach.

"Guys..."  Frank's voice was muffled by Chris' cock in it.  I felt Chris
move a little.  "Guys," Frank, "I am so fucking horny right now I just have
to cum.  I'll die if I don't.  Let's cum -- we've got all afternoon to
play."

Chris and I didn't answer, we just sucked harder.  The sounds of slurping
became a little louder, our bodies became a little more tense.  I was being
sucked deeply into Frank's mouth, and I was doing the same for Chris.  How
I loved his dick!  By now I knew every pore of it, every spot he loved to
have touched by fingers or lips or tougue.  I sucked eagerly now, anxious
to give him a great cum, anxious to feel it...

I was so familiar with his body, I could tell when he was almost there.  I
sucked a couple more times, then quickly pulled his cock out and jacked him
with my hand.  I felt and heard Frank gasp as he came for Chris.  Chris'
dick pulsed in my hand as I held it in front of my face.  Frank sucked me
so hard my orgasm made the middle of my body jerk.  But I held on to the
cock in my hand.  And I got what I wanted.  Chris first shot of his cream
landed on my cheek and trailed down over my lips.  Another shot hit the
same cheek, but trailed over my nose.  I felt the heat and moisture of his
cum slapping against me again and again.  He gasped loudly with another
huge shot, and I felt it land on my tongue and lips.  I kept stroking him
until he was done and his moans became softer and faded away.

My face was covered with the warm cum he'd shot on me.  I rolled back, my
midsection aching from the force of my own shots into Frank's mouth.  The
three of us just lay there a little bit, then I felt Frank shift.

"Holy shit!" he said.  "Look, Chris.  It's all over his face.  Your cum!"

I smiled but didn't say anything.  I could feel some of the cum moving
across my lips.  I kept them open slightly as Frank looked in to see cum on
my tongue.  Chris turned around, and his face was right next to Frank's,
looking at the way he'd painted my face.  He grinned and moved down to lick
some off my cheek.  Frank copied his movement and licked my other cheek.  I
closed my eyes and enjoyed two hot tongues, as they feasted on the sex
Chris had shot all over my face.  A tongue across my nose.  A tongue on my
chin.  A tongue across my forehead.  Finally, as though they'd saved the
best for last, a tongue on my lips and into my mouth.  I knew it was Chris;
I know his tongue.  Then it pulled away, and I felt Frank's tongue on me,
on my lips, into my mouth, over my tongue.  He kissed me deeply, moving the
taste of Chris' cum down into my mouth.  Then he pulled away to let Chris
do the same.

I kept my eyes closed and felt the bed shift as they fell back.  Someone
was against my thigh on one side, and an arm was across my belly from the
other.  Breaths came and went.  Pants slowly changed into sighs.  Then
silence.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Chris whispered.  I opened my
eyes and turned to him.  He was on his belly; it was his hand reaching
across mine.  Our faces moved closer, and we enjoyed a very soft, gentle
kiss.

Finally, Frank moved, sitting up.  "We need strength for later," he
grinned.  "Let's go get something to eat."

"What?"  Chris turned his face to him.  "Eat?"  He laughed.  "I've just had
a bellyful of cum!"

"He's right, " I said.  "I mean, let's take a little break here, okay?
I'll be ready for more, but I want ro recover a bit."

We got up off the bed, and Frank led us out into the hallway.  Chris
reached down for the briefs he'd left there.

"Nope," Frank grinned, stopping Chris' hand.  "House rule, remember?
Naked."

"Go naked down there?" I asked.  "Isn't that a little... risky?"

"Not really," Frank said.  "We'll use the back stairs to the kitchen, and
nobody can see in those windows.  Just don't go into the front of the
house; that's where we could be seen."  He saw Chris' hesitation -- well,
mine, too.  "Come on, guys.  I run around naked down there all the time --
well, when there's nobody but me here."

So we followed a naked Frank down some stairs.  I came last so I could
watch both of them.  I love naked!  We entered the kitchen from the side.

"We're okay here and in the breakfast room," he said, pointing.

He pulled some lunchmeat and stuff out, and we stood around an island in
the middle of the kitchen, putting our sandwiches together.  Frank got some
drinks and motioned us over to the table in what he'd called the breakfast
room.  So we moved, dicks swinging and asses jiggling.  We sat on the
chairs around a table -- naked -- and ate lunch!  The sun was shinning in
through the thin curtains, and each of us was painted with sunshine.  It
was a glass-topped table, and we could see each other from the waist down
through the table.  Wierd.  Munching on a sandwich, looking a a guy's naked
body striped with sunshine, looking at a guy's dick through the table.  But
we were grinning.

"You eat naked a lot?" Chris asked.

Frank swallowed and answered, "Every chance I get.  I love being naked.
Wish I could be naked all the time."

What a lunch!  I could look at these two gorgeous guys I'd just had sex
with, my eyes playing over their shoulders, their nipples, the bellies,
their dicks, their thighs.  The three of us never stopped grinning except
when getting another mouthful.

We took what was left over and put everything away.  Moving through a
kitchen completely naked -- with two naked buddies -- was making me horny
again.  We went back up the stairs.  This time Chris managed to be last,
and I wiggled my ass at him as I climbed.  He reached out once and slapped
a cheek.

"I got to piss," Frank said when we got into the hallway.

"Yeah, me, too," Chris agreed.

"Then let's do something else I've always wanted to do," Frank grinned.
"Let's piss together."

We stood around the toilet, and soon three strong streams of piss were
hitting the water.

"I don't know why," Frank said as we pissed.  "But this turns me on big
time."

When Frank had shaken the last drop off, Chris reached over and grabbed his
dick.

Our dicks were all soft now, but they began to stiffen.  Frank leaned into
Chris and kissed him; I could see their jaws moving as their tongues worked
together.  I wasn't surprised, when they turned around, to see that both
dicks were hard again.  And I was, too.  We went across the hallway --
stepping over our clothes -- and into Frank's room.  Frank turned and opend
his arms for Chris, and the two began another long, deep kiss.

"You, too," Frank muttered into Chris' mouth.  And he reached over and
pulled me closer.

I watched their tongues for a minute, and then I really wanted tongue, too.
I moved my face close enough that Frank could turn and lick my tongue.  I
felt Chris' tongue on my cheek, and turned to lick into his mouth deeply.
We were so close to each other I could feel the breath of both of them
against my face.  We moved slowly, our arms around each other's back, each
kissing, each licking.  Three tongues... We were breathless when we pulled
away.

"Fuck," Chris said; "that was hot.  I didn't know three guys could kiss at
the same time."

"Me, either," Frank grinned.  "But I thought it was worth a try."

We were moving closer to the bed, and Frank fell on it and rolled over on
his belly.  He got on all fours, with his ass pointed at us.

"Who wants to fuck me first?"  This time his voice was lower, rasping with
lust.  "I need a fuck."

I pulled Chris over to him and encouraged him to play with Frank's ass
while I got some lube from the sidetable.  When I turned around again,
Chris was on his knees, licking into Frank's crack.

"Oooo fuck yea..." Frank moaned.  "Eat my ass out..."

I was surprised.  Chris was really getting into this.  He was kneeling, his
face in Frank's ass, and I knelt behind Chris and moved my finger down into
his ass.  I found his hole and began to massage it.  I was getting so
horny!  I didn't know if this could be done, but I got behind Chris and
moved to his ass.  I rubbed it, both cheeks, then I lowered my face, almost
lying on the floor, and I licked into his crack.  He moaned and shifted for
me a bit.  I got my tongue onto his pucker and gave it good workout while
Chris' face was shoved into Frank's ass.

But Frank was sounding pretty needy now, and I pulled away so Chris could
fuck.  I'd hadn't been in the most comfortable position in the world,
anyway!  I realized this was the first time Chris had fucked anyone but me,
and I wanted it to be good for him.  I put lube on his finger, and he
worked it into Frank's pucker.  We he indicated he was ready, I dribbled
lube on his cock and stroked it a bit, covering the shaft and the cockhead
with it.  I lay his cockhead against Frank's pucker and pulled my hand
away.  Chris moved in slowly, and I could tell by the expression on his
face when his cockhead had entered.

"Yeaaa..." Frank groaned.

Chris moved in slowly.  Maybe he wasn't sure how Frank wanted it.

"Ride me... slow... then fuck... hard," Frank said.

Chris was gorgeous.  Naked from head to foot, I could see every bit of his
body, except his cock.  He was pressed up against Frank so tightly I
couldn't see his dick anymore.  I watched for a minute, and then Chris'
movements became more regular.  He was fucking -- and loving it.  And now I
could see Chris' cock move in and out of Frank's ass.

 I lubed my cock and stepped behind Chris.  One swipe of lube over his
puckerhole, and I pressed my cockhead against him.  He wasn't expecting
this, and his ring automatically tightened, but that tight little guardian
of his entrance was too late.  My cockhead was in.  The first moment my
cockhead enters him is a magic moment.  For some reason, each time always
feels like it's the first time.  The heat of his tunnel warmed my dick all
the way into the root, deep inside me.  I felt Chris freeze for a moment,
adjusting to this new scenario, then his ass pressed back into me.

It took a bit for us to all find the right rhythm.  It was awkward for a
minute, and I slipped out twice.  But soon the fucker was getting fucked.
Chris' cock slid up Frank's ass, and mine moved out of Chris' ass a bit.
When our movements began to match, I just held still and let Chris take
over.

"Ooooo fuck... ooooyea... ooooofuckfuck..."

He slid his cock into the hot ass in front of him, then shoved his ass back
on the hot cock behind him while his cockhead was still in Frank.  I held
his hips a moment to encourage him not to go to fast, to enjoy the fuck he
was getting as well as the one he was giving.  He slowed.  I could hear his
hard breath as he moved back and forth.

"You fucking... him?" Frank muttered, his face close to the bed.

"Yea..." I said.

We rode for a while.  Slowly, so we could all enjoy it. Slowly, so the two
asses could savor every movement of a cock.  Slowly, so the two cocks could
enjoy the tight ass it was fucking.  No one needed to cum right away.  We
had time -- and energy -- to make this a good, long fuck.  The movements
were slow, the breathing was loud.  The moans sang of three hot gayboys
enjoying themselves in a way that was new for all of them.  In and out.
Back and forth.  Slow sex can be good sex.  Cocks and asses pleased, there
was no need to rush anything.  Keeping the rhythm... In and out... back and
forth...  Three of us, joined by cocks.  Chris raised his head, and I could
see the little hairs on the back of his neck as he groaned is sweet
agony... In and out... back and forth...

Finally, Chris slowed to a full stop and slumped down over Frank's back.  I
pulled out of him gently, kissing the small of his back.  Frank fell
forward on the bed.  I was desperate to share the sensations Chris had been
sharing... I pulled Chris around in front of me and moved his head down and
his ass back.  He was still wet from the lube I'd put there, from my dick.
I pressed in deeply and held it there.

"Oooo yess... ooo yesss..."  Chris' voice was soft.

Frank apparently knew what I wanted, and he moved around behind me.  I held
still in Chris' ass while I felt Frank lube my hole with his finger.  Then
he removed it.  And slid his dick in... all the way in...

"OOOooofuckfuck... that's good..."  Front and back.  The pleasure of a cock
in an ass.  And the pleasure of an ass with a cock in it.

This was a first for me, and I was in no rush to end it.  We found our
rhythm again, but this time I was the middle.  I pulled back through Chris'
warm tunnel and felt my own tunnel opened by the cock behind me.  I slid
slowly down into Chris, and Frank's cock slid upward.  Slow and easy.  In
and out... back and forth...  I don't know if I'd ever felt such pleasure
before.  My entire body was on fire.  Every muscle moved to enjoy this.  I
threw my head back and let out a long, low moan...

"OOooo fuck me..."  But that was Chris.  Or maybe it was me.

I'd never heard sounds like the ones now.

In and out... back and forth...  Riding a cock, riding an ass... cock and
ass... o yes...

"I've got to cum," Frank grunted behind me.

"Cum in me..."  I said it.  And Chris said it.

Our rhythm gradually changed.  A little faster.  I guess I was the one who
was controlling it.  Not too fast.  But harder.  As I fucked in harder, I
shoved my ass back on Frank's cock harder.  There were wet sounds in the
air now, two asses being entered rapidly...

I could hear Frank panting.  It wouldn't be long...

My own breath was raspy... ragged... hoarse...

And I felt it deep inside.

"Gonna... cum..."

Frank's moans changed, and I knew he was close, too.  I knew it was hard
for him to stand still and let me control his fucking.

"AAaaaaaaaaaaaa..."  And I shot long and hard into Chris' ass.

Feeling my hole clench with my orgasm was all it took for Frank's cock to
fire into mine.

"Gaaaaaaaa... ofuck ofuckfuckfuck..."

"mmmmmmm ooooooo..."

I felt my peelips open again and again as I flooded Chris' ass with my
cream.  At the same time, I felt the hot cum Frank was shooting deep inside
me...

"Fuck yeaaa..."  That was Chris.  I felt his ring clench against my shaft,
and I knew he was cumming, too.

Three hot, sweaty bodies... emptying themselves of all the cream that could
be coaxed out...

"Fuck... aaaaaaaaaaAAAAA..."

Our movements slowed.  Our panting was loud.  I fell onto the bed beside
Chris, and Frank fell to his knees next to the bed, his head resting
against my thigh.

We lay there, Chris on the puddle of cum he'd shot onto the bed, Frank
feeling his cum cooling on his dick, and me.  Me with my cock wet and my
ass beginning to leak...

I completely lost track of how many times we sucked or fucked or came.  The
rest of the afternoon was one great explosion of pleasure after another.  I
tasted more dick and ass and cum that afternoon than I had for a long time.

When it was time for us to leave, Chris and I both gave Frank a long, deep,
satisfying kiss.  And when we got back to the dorm we fell on our own beds,
exhausted.  We forgot about dinner. At some point, we pulled our mattresses
together on the floor and curled into each other.  When Chris fell asleep,
my hand was over his chest, and I felt the heat of his body, felt the
movement of his breathing...