Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2012 20:17:53 -0500
From: James Wilton <jimofct@gmail.com>
Subject: Florida Guys

This story is my work and is completely fiction.  I hope you enjoy it.

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Florida Guys
James Wilton

	Here in Florida, I live in a sprawling house paid for by the New
York Lottery.  Life really is like those ads.  The comfort of my situation
and my generosity have attracted a string of young men who come to live
under my roof and between my sheets.  We have had a number of adventures
with outsiders as well as a delicious routine of sexcapades together.
	Several evenings a week we all hop in my car and go to a nearby
cruise bar to check out the new fellows who pass through this state.  We
often find a plaything to take home and sometimes he turns into a new
housemate.  Being vacation land, our guests are usually more promiscuous
than they would be back home and are out looking for a good time, not a
permanent relationship.  With the "bait" I have working the crowd for me we
have brought home some stunning meat.
	One was Hans Peter, a German tourist.  He was one of my favorite
types: tall and broad shouldered, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes,
clean-shaven but with a heavy beard, cleft chin, hairy muscular arms and
legs, dark hair curling over the top of his tee shirt, and a pronounced
basket.  Bobby and Mark invited him back to the house and HP had no problem
going home with a small group. In fact he ended up having such a voracious
sexual appetite that the three of us could barely keep him satisfied.
	Before we were halfway home Bobby had that Teutonic sausage up and
out.  I wasn't at all disappointed: it was huge, uncut, and arching over
two enormous balls.  God certainly was good to the Germans. I had to rein
Bobby in before he emptied those orbs in the car.  As we walked from the
garage into the house Hans Peter was stripped naked so we could all enjoy
his beauty.  His musculature had all the definition I had expected.  His
furry buns were round and pert.  His chest hair ran down his belly to that
bouncing dick.
	By the time we were in the bedroom, he had already undressed Bobby
and he went at the guy with his mouth and both hands.  Mark and I saw
Bobby's dripping dick disappear into the German mouth as that muscular,
virile body knelt over our housemate's loins.  While I watched one of the
hotter sex displays I have seen, Mark caressed my crotch and nibbled my
neck and ear.  I was seconds away from cumming when I pulled his hands off
me so I could watch Hans Peter finish Bobby off.  The kid arched his back
and bellowed in ecstasy as he blasted a monster load over his sex mate's
chest and face.  As Bobby rolled back in a semi-coma, Mark and I descended
on our new guest.
	Mark knelt next to Hans Peter as he lay on his back, kissing him,
wiping off the splattered cum, and keeping him occupied, so I had full
access to that magnificent body.  He had nicely developed muscles and an
attractive arrangement of body hair.  It swirled around his nipples and
lightly covered the center of his chest.  Then it ran in a narrow strip
down his abdomen, widening only around the navel on its way down to his
bush.  His cock was hard as bone and curved upward toward his navel. It had
tracks of pre-cum connecting to his hard belly and a big pearl of the fluid
resting in the piss slit as it barely poked itself out of his foreskin.  As
I dipped my finger into the juice and ran it around the exposed head and
edge of the collar, his cock pulsed and gave out more pre-cum.  He tried to
hump up into my hand but there was nothing solid to rub against. I had this
god writhing on the mattress as I played with his most tender member.
	With Mark's face in his, he couldn't see what I was doing so he
tried to find my hand with his to force it onto his aching erection.  Mark
took care of him for me as he pressed both wrists behind Hans Peter's head
in that submissive pose I love so much.  Without further interruption I
played with my new toy to my heart's content.  By running my finger down
along underside of his penis I produced even more lubricant which I could
use to ease my finger under the hood to circle his head.  This had the stud
bucking and moaning.
	His balls were a toy for my other hand.  They no longer hung as low
as before but the sack was loose so I could pull them down, lowering the
angle of his cock.  Tiring of that, I used one hand to massage his puckered
asshole while I force his cock downward and let it snap loudly back up
against his belly with the other. Using some of his own pre-cum I was able
to get a finger into his tight anal ring.
	At this point Mark was really struggling to keep our man pressed
down on the mattress so he crawled up and pinned HP's arms down with his
knees as he fed his hard cock into our guest's mouth.  Thus occupied, the
guy gave me uninterrupted access to his crotch.  As I worked a finger
further and further into his ass, I finally reached his prostate and really
had him writhing.  With a second finger I fluttered deep inside and really
gave him an internal massage.
    His cock was madly dripping and his legs were wildly kicking as I
worked a third finger into his chute. That beautiful European cock was even
harder than ever.  It curved up toward the navel and was too stiff to pull
downwards.  As I watched the magnificent member throbbing and dripping and
kept working on the tunnel just below it, his balls sprang up to hug the
root of his cock and I felt the first spasm of an orgasm from inside his
anus.  Without touching his dick, Mark's activities at his mouth and my
manipulation of his anus made him shoot a gushing release over his belly
and Mark's back.
	This action had Hans Peter so turned on that he was giving Mark the
blowjob of a lifetime. While HP was still writhing from his eruption, Mark
withdrew his cock and splattered our guest's face with a bath of cum.
	This left me as the only one of the group who hadn't cum yet.
Bobby, who had regained interest as the action near him heated up, toweled
the jism off the German guest.  Mark saw the direction we were headed and
unrolled a condom onto my raging dick.  With my fingers still in Hans
Peter's ass, I kissed this hot, bucking stud, as Mark and Bobby raised his
legs to give me access to that love-pucker. I was a little surprised and
very pleased that this butch European was going to let me top him.  As I
eased in, Hans Peter humped up to meet me and impaled himself on my hard-on
in one quick lunge.  Once I regained my breath, I enjoyed the view beneath
me.  Mark and Bobby were enjoying some serious tit play on this glorious
chest.  As those hard nips stiffened even more I could feel Hans Peter's
body arching and his anal muscles tightening in response. His beautiful
head was thrown back and rocked from side to side in ecstasy.  Watching
this hot action as I fucked this sex demon, it didn't take long to make me
pop into my sheath.  After my ejaculation I looked down and saw Mark jack
that kid's hard crescent into another arching explosion all over his hairy
chest.  This orgasm caused his sphincter to nearly squeeze the life out of
my dick Before we collapsed into a sweaty heap, I felt Bobby's seed spatter
against my thigh.  The action had be too much and he came without even
touching himself.
	By the next afternoon Mark drove Hans Peter back to his hotel to
gather his stuff and the stud spent the rest of his vacation with us.
	That second night, we played a game Mark had invented called `a
presentation.'  In it, my two housemates lead our guest into my bedroom and
present him to me for my pleasure.  They have learned to pick up signals
from me so that the whole process can proceed without discussing the
basics.
	As I lay on my bed in my shorts and teeshirt, Mark and Bobby lead
Hans Peter into the room, one on each elbow.  They brought him to the foot
of my bed for my perusal.  Because I was lying low on the pillows with my
legs spread wide, I was signaling that I wanted to get fucked.  The memory
of this hot German's curving dick and taut body promised an unforgettable
rutting.
	Hans Peter looked a little embarrassed at being the center of this
ritual.  His eyes were downcast giving him that look of innocence which is
a turn on but he clearly didn't deserve.  His loose teeshirt and shorts
gave a teasing glimpse of the body underneath as he walked across the room.
Nonetheless, he was obviously enjoying the attention as he strutted his
stuff, chest puffed to its fullest and shoulders back.
	Wordlessly, the boys stretched their subject's clothes tightly over
his chest and crotch, showing the clear definition underneath.  Next they
rubbed their free hands over this exquisite specimen, turning him on and
exciting me.  As they stroked his chest, it was obvious that his nipples
grew into hard little erections.  When their hands began circling lower and
lower, the basket became larger and more like a tent.  Finally Mark's hand
covered the hidden penis and Hans Peter's knees buckled slightly from the
overwhelming pleasure.  His expression had changed from demure to demonic.
His nostrils were flared and his eyes were glazed over and half shut in
erotic excitement.  The look of sexual need he gave me sent a thrill to the
base of my cock and had me begin to drip in anticipation.
	Meanwhile, I was lying back, taking the whole thing in, my hands
behind my head and my dick pressed against the inside of my shorts.
Looking my way, Bobby saw my need for attention and left our guest to
Mark's care.  He slid my shorts down and lightly fondled my balls as he
grazed the back of his hand occasionally on my erect cock.  The guy had an
amazing touch.  Before long his area of interest grew to include my anus
which he also lightly massaged.
	 As I writhed with the sensations, the show continued before me.
Mark had stepped behind his presentee and slowly pulled his shirt up,
exposing that virile chest: first the hairy navel, then the ribbed stomach,
the nicely defined pecs and their protruding nipples, finally the broad,
lightly haired chest.  Mark pulled the shirt over that thick neck and
closely cropped head to expose the top half of a real hunk, who continued
to give me that look of urgency that made me wish the preliminaries would
end and let me get on with the coupling.
	Once the teeshirt was discarded, Mark spent a little time enjoying
the skin he had exposed.  To the pleasure of all four of us, he pinched
those jutting nipples, he smoothed the hair into the swirls nature planned
for it, he toyed with the chin-dimple and outlined the strong jaw, and
finally he ran his fingers under the elastic of Hans Peter's shorts.
	Act II involved uncovering the lower half for our enjoyment - I say
`our' because Bobby, though giving my crotch a delightful time, was clearly
captivated by the action at the foot of the bed.  We watched, and Hans
Peter gasped in tactile stimulation, as Mark's hands swept back and forth
across abdomen and pelvis while inching their way further and further
south.  He arched his wrists outwards so that the waistband slid downwards
along with the rest of the action.  The subject's cock was clearly hard
during this whole affair and his shorts were stretched out from the right
thigh as his dick tried to push upwards.  Once Mark's finger tips swept
across Hans Peter's bush, they connected with his dickbase and made the
stiff pole swing around and pop up into view. With another slow undraping,
those shorts were lowered to expose the entire length of that dick and,
finally, the mammoth balls hanging beneath.  Once the precious merchandise
was in view, Mark quickly ran his hands down Hans Peter's nicely defined
thighs and sent the remaining clothes to the floor.
	Now, my boytoy was fully exposed.  Bobby and I caught each others
eye and slyly smiled at the masculine beauty standing before us.  We
clearly envied Mark's position as manipulator of this plaything as he
pressed Hans Peter's hips backwards and dry humped his own crotch into
those tight, German buns.  We watched his open hands massage their ways up
and down a set of massive, hard thighs.  On an uprise, they turned to scoop
those pendulous testicles and make the subject lean back onto Mark's chest.
That exposed dick bobbed and dipped as their accompanying scrotum was
manipulated.  Mark's right hand gave up its attention to the balls and
lightly graced the underside of the raging cock above.  A sharp gasp and
newly oozing droplet of precum gave away Hans Peter's pleasure at this new
stimulation.
	He anticipated the beginning of his active role in the proceedings
and, looking down at me with partially hooded eyes, asked me if I was ready
for the fucking of my life.  Like a common whore, he ran his tongue around
his lips and winked at me as his hand brushed Mark's out of the way and he
framed his crotch with his own hands and humped his weapon my way. This
lewdness combined with his incredibly arousing appearance had me aching for
the action to begin.
	Realizing that it was time to get me ready for Hans Peter's
invasion, Bobby stopped his pleasuring of my crotch and reached for the
lubricant to prepare my ass.  As I continued to be aroused by Mark's
manipulation of Hans Peter and his leering looks, Bobby eased his finger
into my ass.  The excitement was exquisite.  That digit worked further and
further up my tunnel as I writhed under the invasion.  His other hand was
used to excite my nipples.
	This stimulation was about to end the proceeding well before the
finale so I rolled Bobby away from me and signaled the time for Act III.
While Mark continued to play with the man flesh in front of him, Bobby
opened a condom and unrolled it along the length of that lovely, curved
German dick.  As I slipped off my teeshirt and eased back to a horizontal
position, the two presenters lifted this fucker by his thighs and shoulders
and carried him to a position above me.  They set him down on his knees
between my legs and eased him across me with his hands on either side of my
chest.  The gleam in Hans Peter's eye showed his eagerness to participate
in this sex act.  Barely able to speak due to his intense arousal, my
presentee told me to get ready to be mounted by a real man.
	When he lowered his pelvis toward my waiting crotch, Mark grabbed
that curving dick and aimed it toward my asshole.  As those narrow hips
continued their downward press, Mark closely watched the invader break into
my anal pucker and start its entry into my rectum.  I was looking up at
this Teutonic god above me and feeling his manhood filling up my love
tunnel.  This was greater than I could have hoped it would be.  With my
boys standing on either side of me, this guest drilled his way to the depth
of my passion.  As I felt myself being invaded, his large dick finally
reached its limits and I felt that German's bush crushed between its pubic
bone and my cockroot.  I was thoroughly filled.
	Hans Peter moaned in pleasure and the two witnesses groaned at the
thrill of this coupling.  Mark continued his involvement in the actual
fucking and he alternated between grabbing a fistful of Hans Peter's buns
and tickling his balls from behind.  He pressed that firm ass and
encouraged its humping.  Meanwhile, Bobby moved further up and played with
our two bodies which were nearly touching each other.  Alternately he ran
palms up and palms down and played with our two chests.  As he ran his
hands over our nipples he got a verbal response and got to watch our bodies
stiffen from the stimulation.
	These two were becoming so involved and so turned on that they each
stripped out of their clothes and joined Hans Peter and me in our
nakedness.  Both were fully excited and showing their arousal.  They were
continuing their manipulations of the two of us but were also paying
attention to their own erect dicks.
	As Hans Peter's pumping picked up momentum, Bobby moved his
attention further down our bodies until he was in the neighborhood of my
aching cock.  While the fucker above me was bringing himself closer to a
climax, my dick was finally getting some outside stimulation.  It didn't
take me long to add up the beating my prostate was taking from that rock
hard rammer in my ass, the awesome view above me, and the experienced hand
working on my own joystick.  I threw my hips into the jacking off I was
getting and pumped my cum all over Bobby's hand and my own chest as my top
jabbed his cock as deep into my ass as it would go and released his own
explosion.  All I could feel was that curved injector throbbing to even
wider proportions as it stretched my ass muscles still further and the tip
of it battering my prostate.  It was a sensation I wanted to last forever.
	Although I was unaware of what else was happening around me, I
realized that I was being blasted from both sides as Mark and Bobby both
came in sympathy with the scene they were witnessing.  All three of the
studs above me collapsed into a pile and we all gasped while catching our
breaths.
	The `presentation' had been the rousing success it usually was and
Hans Peter had clearly been thrilled to be part of this action.  He had
completely enjoyed two nights in my house and still had most of another
week left to go.