Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2003 13:28:24 -0500 From: Mark <markblastoff@hotmail.com> Subject: Deceptively Fun 14 Deceptively Fun 14 By Mark (The 14th in a series.) (Leave the flames at home; I don't want to hear 'em. I do enjoy hearing from people who enjoyed my stories and I like hearing own adventures. In fact, it was an e-mail from someone who gave me the idea for what me and my bud did in this. Bottoms interested in getting fucked or any tops interested in tag-teaming should drop me a line. markblastoff@hotmail.com) Buddies have to help each other out. So I'm at a club in Atlanta, hanging with my top bud (from the ninth in this series). He's a 27 year old Latino, 5-foot-8, beefy but in all the right places (including his hot, hairy ass) and a thick, uncut six-incher. The club we're at has a reputation. My buddy is a total barebacker like me. And, like me, he's a charmer with puppy dog brown eyes. An innocent look helps. He's probably better at it than me. I'm more unassuming. You might even call me a geek. I could walk past you and it would not even register I'd walked by. I'm so damn normal, white bread looking, it's a wonder I get as much ass as I do. I am tall, at 6-foot-3, but I always wear glasses, unless the fuck is really good or really bad. If it's really bad, I don't want to see what my cock's going into. If it's really good, I'm close up next to the bottom so I can see everything. We're suckling on a couple of beers along a slightly darkened hallway in this metro-area club that's got a little reputation for being sleazy. But it's inconsistent. And tonight is not getting sleazy. Since I've just recently moved to town, I'm still checking out the scene here. It's my first time at this hedonistic destination. But tonight is just not happening. "Fuck man," my bud says. "I need to spread my seed." It's one of his favorite sayings when he's horned up. I nod in agreement. But the mid-week evening wasn't netting any potentials except for some older, easy targets. We were looking for some new ass. He'd fucked several around here, but he wanted something tight and young. "I'm getting another beer. Want one?" he asks. "Naw," I said. "I better switch to water." It was an acknowledgement that the evening wasn't going our way. My bud wandered off and I stood there waiting for a bit. Damn, I enjoyed fucking ass with this guy. He thought a lot like me. A LOT. We'd used the glory hole place a few times but the bottom there got pissed at us. We preferred to only fuck him together now and we'd never come over for a one-on-one. Time passed a little longer than I expected for him to return. This left me hopeful. So I downed the rest of my beer and headed toward the front bar to see if my bud was catching us some poon-tang. Sure enough as I rounded the corner, he was chatting up a little blond boy. Damn, he'd struck gold with this boy that could have been no more than 23 or 24, short and wispy. Surely, he was totally smooth with barely any blond fur coming out for his pubes. I was hanging back to make sure he'd hooked the boy, but my bud invited me over. "Hey, Mark, this is Todd," he says, motioning at the blond boy. "Nice to meet you, Todd," I smile, shaking his hand. "He is a tall one," Todd says. "I like 'em tall." I won't bore you with the details of the small talk. We can both charm. And we both know how to buy drinks for a cute boy. If he's 135 pounds soaking wet, it would be amazing. And so it takes a drink and two shots for our little boy to be drunk. Just not drunk enough, though. We escort him home, which is easy to do since he lives in an apartment complex less than a mile up the road. He'd caught a ride with another resident, so our offer to drive him home seemed chivalrous. He invites us up to his apartment, which turns out to be a tiny studio. His "executive assistant" salary cannot afford much, and it's almost barren. Still, we're there for the boy. Within moments, the boy is sucking on my friend's cock and I'm eating Todd's hairless ass. We switch off for a bit so my buddy can eat before we fuck it. My bud is a little impatient tonight and he barely licks between the mounds before he's got his dick rubbing at the hole. Todd comes off my cock as soon as he feels that uncut meat poised to enter. Todd bounced on the bed away from us and reaches underneath, pulling out a plastic shoebox from beneath the bed. He pops off the top and shoved it toward my friend. "Condoms and lube are in there," Todd says. "I'm neg, so it's cool," my bud replies too hastily. I almost groan. We will NOT get into this boy's ass raw now. I know. My bud just committed an error from which we won't recover. He's "charming" technique isn't as honed as mine. "I don't get fucked without a condom," Todd says. I stop the talk by pulling Todd into a kiss and then pushing his face down onto my cock again. I motion to my friend to put one on. He points over to my pants on the other side of the room, where he knows I've probably got my special, easily breakable condoms. But I shake my head, pointing at the box. Todd would figure out something was up if my bud had moved, so we were going to play safe, at least for now. He tore off the foil wrapper with a look of disgust and slid it on his thick cock. He applied some lube and poised it at Todd's hole. Just as I expected, Todd paused from giving me a blow job to reach back and check my bud's cock to make sure it was sheathed. The he eased back onto it, a little at a time. Even in a condom, my bud was feeling this boy's tight ass. And it felt good. Not great. But good. As we developed a rhythm to fuck the boy at both ends, he began to groan. Louder. Todd was enjoying this. And I got an idea. An evil one. I pulled off Todd, bending down to kiss him. Then I went to get the poppers from my pocket. I left the condoms where they were. I returned to the scene. I offered the poppers to Todd, who refused and then went up to my bud. I got behind him. "You want some of this sweet ass," he almost whispered. I could get a hint of his sarcasm in his voice. "No man," as I reached around him, unscrewing the top of the poppers and putting it up to his nose. "Shoot your load." A shocked look came on his face. I knew he wanted to fucked more. I then whispered in his ear, "Trust me. Cum now." He had a look of confusion, but as he took a deep snort from the bottle, he went to town on the boy's ass. Todd's groaned. He was very much enjoying my friend's thick cock. And with every grunt and slam, the slapping noise against Todd's ass got louder until my friend let loose and shoved it all the way in. "I'm cumming!" he said. And he let his load enter into that condom. I moved off to the side where Todd could just see me. I was lubing up my cock some and tearing open a condom. My friend was finishing up. As I got the new condom to the tip, Todd stopped watching me to reach back and make sure the condom exited with my friend's uncut cock. I stepped back there as my pal stepped back breathlessly. He reached down to his covered cock but my hand got there first. I pulled the condom off myself and held it up, showing him the white juice held inside. I handed my friend the unused condom and, to his wide eyes, put his used condom on inside out. A little cum dropped onto the floor, but most of it now covered my seven-plus-inch condomed cock. I poised it at Todd's hole and didn't wait. I shoved it in. All the way. He groaned, but grabbed up at the cock quickly and I paused to let him feel the rolled end of the condom near the base of my cock. My buddy still stared at me. I was spreading his seed. He got his wish. "Damn, this is a sweet ass," I said sincerely. I pulled out so my friend could see the ring of spooge around the boy's hole as I used his cum as lube to fuck. "Goddamn," my friend said. "That's hot." "And big," Todd said. "Mark, please fuck me." And I did. I fucked him hard, slamming my cock into his hole, with my buddy's cum now coating the inside of that ass. My buddy was holding the new condom, wondering what to do, when I grabbed it from him. His cock was still hard. He was enjoying my abuse of this boy. After a few minutes of fucking Todd good, I pulled out and ripped the condom off, throwing it at my friend. "I wanna fuck you on your back," I said, at the same time, sliding the new condom on and adding some lube. Todd rolled over and I slid my cock into his ass. "God-fucking-damn," Todd said. I took a snort of poppers. I knew what I needed to do. And I hoped my bud got the hint. I started grunting and pretty soon, on the crest of the popper high, I let my load loose into the condom. It was nice. And Todd was loving it. After a moment, I pulled out, Todd's little hand making sure the condom was coming out intact. I pulled the condom off with my right hand and crawled up toward Todd, kissing his face deeply. I put my hand behind my back in the middle of the kiss and my bud was there. He took the condom from my hand. You know what he did next. Pretty soon, Todd was moaning as my bud's still-inflamed cock entered the blond's ass. I turned around, crawling off Todd and kissing my friend. I then looked down to see if what I expected was there. It was. A ring of spooge around a nice, tight, hairless hole. Buddies have to help each other out.