Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2012 04:20:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Afternoon at Jay's," Part 3

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"Afternoon at Jay's"
       Part 3

     I didn't know if I should be happy, mad, pleased, upset, or just
stunned.  I guess it really didn't matter.  Today was unlike any day that I
had previously lived.  I had found myself at the center of more attention
than I could have ever imagined, and it was increasingly difficult to
figure out what was going on, or where the day might lead.
     Here I was, laying flat on my back on a massage table in a foreign
land, with a breathtaking landscape cascading just outside the windows of
this room.  I was working on my third orgasm of the afternoon, and
currently had one gorgeous hunk pistoning a telephone pole in and out of my
ass, while another gorgeous hunk worked my nipples, and sucked my cock
right down to the root.  It took everything I had to try not to cum. And
yet, had I mustered all my strength to force myself to cum, I don't think I
could have succeeded at that either.
     Jake was twisting my nips, and attempting to suck me into oblivion.
He was getting way too close.  He changed up those mindblowing actions with
deep French kissing, and I thought he might either tear out my tongue, or
possibly shove his into my stomach. Then back to my cock and nips.  Just
feeling the sensations that he was orchestrating in my body would have been
enough, but being able to lift my head just a little, and gaze down at him
manhandling my mantool was...well, it was indescribable. Being worked over
by this little god...Watching that body toil in the fields of pleasure,
muscles straining, sweat dripping, and mouth suctioning, working to pull
from my body the pleasure that had lain hidden for so long.  If this was a
dream, may I never wake up!
     At the same time, Jayson was alternating between long, insanely slow
thrusts deep into my gut with his 11 inch cock, and short, jack hammer type
thrusts that stirred my guts until they had to be mush.  The force of his
actions was propelled by a body that was damn near obscene.  His ripped
torso worked with his muscled arms to hold my legs immobile, stretched out
to allow him unfettered access to my most private place, and his washboard
abs, thick thighs and striated glutes worked in harmony to propel his veiny
cock into that place that seemed too small to take it.  Each entry
stretched me to new levels, and he continued to bottom out deeper, and
deeper, and deeper, or so it felt.
     This could have been going on for 30 minutes, or hours...I couldn't
tell time any more.  All time seemed to be shoved to the corners of my
brain because there was little or no room for it, all the room being taken
by orgasmic pleasure.  Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me, as though
I were drowning.  Each wave seemed to build on the previous one, and take
me to a place just a little higher, till I wasn't sure there was anywhere
left to go.  When Jayson slowed to change speed, or Jake shifted attention
to focus on a different pleasure center, it seemed as though my body was
suspended by electric currents in midair, waiting, waiting, waiting, and
then my body, my emotions, my being was vaulted up and over to some higher
place that hadn't existed a second before.  I had been panting for air, but
now I was gasping to fill my lungs, and I didn't have the breath to scream
for help.  I tried to open my eyes, but didn't have the strength.  I
reached up one hand, but couldn't tell if it was my left or my right, and
removed the headphones, just in time to hear Jake tell Jayson, "Time for
Plan B."
     I remember wondering what the fuck was plan...Oh! Oh! Oh!  I began to
scream at the exquisite unbelievable cascade of feelings that were carrying
me farther, farther away from reality.  And then sharp orgasmic surges in
my body brought me right back to that table, and I was feeling every nerve
in my body relaying messages to my brain, threatening overload.  Jayson
began hitting my prostate on each entry, battering it repeatedly and hard.
Jake had pulled off my cock, but continued to jack it with his hand as he
used the other hand to stuff both of my balls into his mouth.  He began to
suck and chew on them, and for the umpteenth time today, my body rose
involuntarily up off the table.  A wild guttural choking sound, at a pitch
between a scream and a roar, erupted from my body.  It sounded too painful
to be something good, but too pleasurable to be pain.
     My body began to push back towards Jayson in animalistic lunges,
trying to draw him in further, and at the same time, trying to hump up to
meet Jake's hand.  I could hear Jayson's breathing get ragged, and he
picked up speed, burying his dick as hard and deep into my body as he
could, farther than even I thought possible.  His cock exploded into the
condom, and I could feel the heat of his cum in my love chute.  I rose up
off the table one more time, pulling Jake off my balls, and shot a tiny
load up into the air.  It came down onto Jake's upturned face, almost
covering one eye lid.  Lucky he closed that eye.
     I lay there, unable to hear anything.  Maybe I had lost my sense of
hearing.  Maybe I was dead.  All I could think of was that if I was dead,
it was a helluva way to go.  I took my time coming down from what had to be
the best orgasm ever in the history of the world.  My senses returned just
in time to discover that Jayson seemed truly satisfied, maybe smug, as he
kissed his way up my chest, and planted a soft kiss on my lips.  Then he
leaned over and licked off of Jake's face what little cum I had managed to
shoot.  He offered it to him in a passionate kiss.  When they broke the
kiss, both smiled at each other, and almost on cue, both said, "Sweet and
tangy!"  Then they both leaned down and engaged me in a three way kiss, one
of many firsts that I had enjoyed today.
     "Was all of this part of `Level One' treatment?" I finally was able to
ask.
     "Absolutely!" the exclaimed in unison.
     "And Plan B?" I asked.
     "That wasn't part of the original plan," Jake began, but Jayson
finished, "but we had talked about that and it just seemed to fit the
occasion."
     "Well, I want to let you guys know that I'm probably going to need to
file an OSHA report against the health club because you guys have made an
invalid out of me.  I can't even fucking move my little fingers.
     Jake and Jayson burst out laughing.  "Jay is gonna be so happy that
`Level One' works," Jayson gushed.  Jake added, "Even better than we'd
planned."
     "So how many people have been the beneficiaries of this `Level One'
treatment?"  I inquired.
     Both were silent.  Finally Jake spoke up.  "Actually, you're the
first.  We've never had anyone as hot as you that we wanted to try it on."
     These guys had to be kidding.  Me, hot?  What a time to be playing
mind games with me.  "Come on now, guys.  Cut the bullshit.  How many?"
     "Really," Jake stated emphatically, "You are the one and only.  At
least, so far."
     "And the `hot' comment.  What was that supposed to mean?"  My tone let
them know that I was not going to be tolerant of their sarcasm.
     Jayson got right down into my face as I remained flat on the table.
He looked a little angry.  Maybe more than a little.  "Apparently you look
smarter than you really are.  I don't know too many people with even
average intelligence who can't understand when they're being paid a fucking
compliment."  His voice was raising in intensity, and he was beginning to
get really, really mad.  Fuck, he looked even sexier when he was mad.  And
more masculine, too.
     "Sorry," I said with sincerity.  "I'm just not used to getting
compliments."
     "Yeah, and I'm getting tired of having to defend myself every time I
tell you what a hunk you are!"
     I reached up, pulled him down into my face, and smashed my lips into
his, sucking his tongue into my mouth at the same time.  It didn't take
long for his mood to change and he began to rub his muscular body up and
down all over mine.
     "Hey, where's mine?"  Jay asked.  And with that, he climbed up on the
table to join us in rubbing his body over and between ours.
     When I realized that all three of us were on the table, I asked, "How
many pounds are these tables rated for?  Will it hold three of us?"
     "Don't know," volunteered Jayson.
     "And don't care," chimed in Jake.
     "Well, guys, I'm on the bottom, and I really do not want to file that
OSHA claim."  So I pushed them up and off me, and got up off the table.  I
surprised myself that I could still gather that much energy.  I struggled
to my feet, as best as I could, and slowly ambled over the chair where I
had placed my clothing much earlier in the afternoon.  It seemed days ago
since I had entered this room, but it had been just one glorious afternoon
at Jay's.
     "So, any encore, boys, or are we done?"
     "Jeez," Jayson mumbled.  "You make it sound like we put on a cheap,
sleazy show."
     "I sure hope so!" added Jake.  "Don't want to spoil our reputation as
the island's bad boys!"  Jayson reached over and slugged him, and Jake
feigned an injury, holding his arm and coming over to me.  "Will you kiss
it and make it better, Max?"
     "I'm afraid if I kiss it, I won't get out of this room until morning."
     Jake smiled that sly smile that seemed to be a family talent.  "I
checked the schedule on the way in, and the room is not being used until
tomorrow afternoon."
     "Absolutely fucking not!"  I pretended to shout.  "I'm fucking tired!
Of fucking!"  All three of us broke into raucous laughter.  Then we drew
each other in to a three way hug.
     "Honestly, I need to get some food, then relax.  Real
sit-on-my-ass-and-do-absolutely-nothing rest.  Maybe a swim later.
     "Nope.  Ain't gonna happen."  Jayson seemed to be pretty sure of that.
     "Why not?"
     "Because I kidnapped those god-awful dork shorts that you had in your
suitcase.  Did you have to go looking hard for swimwear that ugly?"  Jake
broke out into a belly laugh again.
    "And just why were you in my suitcase?" I demanded.
     "Protecting you from yourself," Jayson stated simply.  "You could get
a bad reputation from wearing something that ugly."
     "Maybe his `ex' bought them for him to make him look and feel bad."
As soon as these words were out of Jake's mouth, he realized how cruel they
were, and unfortunately, very true.  "I'm sorry, Max.  I was way out of
line."
     "Jake, where are your manners?"  Jayson butted in.  "A remark like
that deserves a peace offering.  And I've got just the thing.  Wait right
here, both of you."  Jayson raced out the door, but was back in less than
two minutes, something small and red in his hand.  "Here," he said, shoving
his hand out in my direction.  "From us."
     I took the red piece of material, gave it a shake, and held it up.
"What am I going to do with ladies undies?" I was perplexed.
    "It's a thong.  Hottest thing on the beaches here, but they should only
be worn by people who pass the test."  Jayson winked at Jake when he made
the last comment, and Jake smiled back, thanking his friend for bailing him
out.
     "The test?"  Again, I was confused.
     Jake reached out, touched my chest with a single finger, and made a
sizzling sound.  "Yep, he's hot.  He can wear them."  Again, that sly smile
crossed his face.
     "I am not wearing these.  I'll be showing off everything my mama gave
me."
     "That's the idea, fuckhead!"  Jayson insisted as he rolled his eyes.
     Jake added, "You don't have any other suit, as of right now, so it's
that or skinny-dipping'."
     "I can't go out in public naked.  I WON'T go out in public naked!" I
insisted.
     "Good, so you WILL wear the thong!  Glad you like it.  Now, go try it
on for us."  Jayson was beginning to be a pain.
     "First, explain to me why you continue to tell me I'm hot.  I just
don't see it."
     Jake and Jayson looked at each other, not knowing who would start.
Finally, Jake took me by the hand and led me out into the hallway, down the
corridor, and into an office.  He positioned me in front of a full length
mirror, and stood behind me, off to the side.  Jayson took up a position on
the other side, slightly behind me.
     "You've heard that `beauty is in the eye of the beholder,' right.
Well, there is a lot that a 'beholder' can look at, or look for, when
searching for beauty.  The world says that `beauty is only skin deep,' and
for some people, that's all the farther they want to look.  But real
beauty, Max, is through and through.  It's on the surface, and also below
the surface."  Jake went on.  "What we have before us looks like a good
specimen of a healthy man.  Well groomed, clean, and a physique that could
use a few sessions in the weight room, but still showing some definition.
Nothing freakishly good or bad about this specimen.  A great package, nice
low hanging balls, just enough to make a mouthful.  Nice long cock.  Eight
inches, right?"
     "Close enough."
     "And of decent thickness, enough to bring pleasure to anyone willing
to take the plunge.  All of that in itself, put together, would make you an
eight out of ten.  Maybe eight and a half."
     Now Jayson took over.  "All of that can make you hot, but that's not
ALL you've got going for you.  Jay didn't see your body when he saw you in
the lobby.  Jake didn't see your body in the garden.  I didn't see your
body, well, not at first, in your room.  What we saw, what drew us to you,
what makes you off-the-charts hot, is your sincerity, your friendliness,
your vulnerability, your intelligence.  The way you carry yourself.  The
way you treat others with respect.  You're never putting yourself up, or
putting others down.  You, my man, are the total package, what every person
is looking for in life.  I don't know where the fuck your ex had her head,
well, I think I do know where she had her head—--up her ass.  Anyway,
she couldn't see what we couldn't miss.  You are off-the-charts hot!  Yeah,
I agree with Jake that we need to drag you into the weight room, but man, I
would let you drag me anywhere!
     By the time he was done, I was blushing, and a few tears clung to the
corners of my eyes.  As I stood there, I struggled to see what they saw.  I
couldn't see it, but maybe all I needed to do was trust those who could see
it.
     "So do we get to see the thong?" Jake asked quietly, winking at
Jayson.  I stepped into it right there, and pulled it up, jockeying it into
place.  Even though it was stretched obscenely, it barely covered
everything.  "What size is this?  Is this a small?"
     "Here, let me adjust that for you."  Jayson reached for me, but I
moved to stay just out of reach.
     "No touching!" I insisted.
     "No touching?  Well, fuck that.  If you're not going to play by the
rules, we want it back.  Take it off."
     "Nope.  Not going to take it off."  I pulled my jeans on over the
thong as I continued.  "Maybe, if one of you is lucky, you'll get to take
them off, or maybe talk me out of them.  But maybe not."
     Both Jake and Jayson groaned, pretending to be grossly disappointed.
I walked over and gave each a deep kiss on the lips.  "We'll have to see
how you boys behave."
     I walked out of the health club, a little sore, but reveling in the
best day of my life.

...to be continued...