Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2016 15:56:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The More the Merrier

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However, the names and places are all fictitious.

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The More the Merrier

By Simon Peter


Strolling down the beach front in my running shorts and I-shirt, my mind
rambles over a multitude of thoughts. There are other people around me,
jogging, stretching, or just walking leisurely. Men and women of all ages,
but mostly the elderly, are enjoying this Sunday afternoon, the sun waning
to the west but still warm enough to draw sweat. The cool breeze feels
wonderful as it plays around my hairy thighs and into my shorts, around my
balls, hanging freely without underwear.

I am sweating although I am not actually jogging, just a fast walk. I take
off my I-shirt, revealing my sweaty hair patch in the middle of my chest,
some drops trickling down my trail and under the band of my shorts. Junior
is behaving today. He maintains a semi-erection, but does not rise up to
his full hard status as he most often does.

My thoughts eventually, and predictably, turn to sex. It's been some time
since I have had any. My last fuck has been a fast one. I have done Joseph
last Saturday evening, more than a week ago. But it has been quick: in and
out, squirt, flex, tuck Junior back into my trunks, walk away. I need
something more, something intense, something new.

As I walk on with all these thoughts raging in my head, I look around for
prospects. It is a turn-on to contemplate about people. Who is here for the
sport? Or for the sun? Or for a quick pick-up? It's usually difficult to
tell. The place is too public for sexual overtures.

I stop and lean on the rail separating the beach walk from the beach
itself, stretching my legs. Time for a cigarette. Fishing out my Winstons
packet, I slide out a cigarette and light up. I take a long drag and exhale
upwards, enjoying the feeling.

"Ah... excuse me, sir," I am startled by the voice of a guy who has
suddenly materialized in front of me.

I must have been so engrossed with my thoughts and the smoking that I have
not heard him approach. I turn towards him. He must be, what, 20 or 21
years old, slim, dark-skinned, in jeans and t- shirt. Hmmm.

"Can we bum a cigarette from you?" he says.

We? Right behind him is another boy, almost the same age, but looks a
little bit on the feminine side.

His body has curves! But he has a cute face, with pouting lips and all.

"Sure, buddy." I fish out my packet and pull out two cigarettes handing one
to each. They take them, place them in their mouths, and look back at me,
gratefully but expectantly.

"Oh." I laugh, and take out my Bic lighter, lighting them up. To my
surprise, they linger there, puffing.

"Thanks," the fem boy says. "Usually, we are not lucky."

"Since you boys smoke, why don't you buy yourselves some?" I ask.

They give each other furtive glances and look down at their feet. They are
wearing flip-flops, I notice for the first time. I also notice that they
both wear very tight and low-hung jeans, the type that cannot but show
bulges, not really erections, but pronounced packets. Hmmm. Interesting.

Junior stirs inside my shorts, starting to tent. Since I am not wearing any
underwear, figuring that my shorts are baggy enough, and wanting to enjoy
the breeze around my balls as I jog/walk, the tent becomes noticeable. I
have not expected any action today, not in such a public place. Besides, I
have gotten away with fucking Joseph in a public toilet last week. I
wouldn't want to tempt fate.

The boys seem to have a secret kind of silent communication. After glancing
at each other and back at me, I sort of notice some kind of a look of
agreement pass between them.

"Well, sir," the boy who has first asked for a smoke says, "it's like
this. We can't afford to spend more than we make. Simo and me, we don't
easily find work."

Simo? That must be the fem guy. The other boy wraps his arm around Simo's
shoulders and gives him a squeeze. Simo sort of wiggles his fem body at the
squeeze. What? These boys have something going between them. Are they
lovers? How do they dare to flirt publicly? Have they accosted me for a
cigarette, or maybe something else?

Instinctively, I touch myself. Yes. Junior is on his way to full erection,
and the shorts will do nothing in the way of coverage. They will tent very
visibly for sure. But luckily, my Junior erects vertically, plastering on
my belly, so it will not be that evident.

"I am Rami," the first boy says, his eyes studying me, moving down to my
crotch, which by now is looking quite interested and interesting. "Ah..."
he hesitates. "You see, sir, Simo and me, we would be very happy to do
stuff..."

I give him a puzzled look. "Stuff?" I ask.

"Well," he touches himself. "You know..."

Simo wriggles under Rami's arm, wrapped around his shoulders. He is gazing
at my groin. I throb.

"Boys," I manage to say, "are you suggesting what I am thinking?"

Simo smiles playfully, licking his lips, "And what might that be, sir? What
is it that you are thinking of?"

I glance around, and thankfully, there isn't anyone close by. I grab my
crotch: "You want to play around?"

It suddenly strikes me that these boys are for pay. Fuck. Now I am paying
for sex? I know I can have any number of young people, male and female,
lined up to have sex with me, for free. But the idea of paying for it
appeals to me, in a strange, warped way.

By the way, I should introduce myself here. I am 26 years old, 180
centimeters tall, weigh 60 kilograms, and have a fit body. I pride myself
on my 20-centimeter, cut cock and I have two nice patches of body hair, one
in the middle of my chest, the other around my cock and balls. Now back to
the boys.

"We can please you a lot, sir," Rami says. "Whatever your fancy is, we can
oblige. Simo is delicious. I can be delicious, too."

"You boys do look delicious," I am surreptitiously rubbing my erection. "20
dollars each," I blurt out, fully excited.

They are surprised by my direct offer. Rami manages a hurt look on his
face. "Twenty?" he complains.

"But there are two of us and we can do so much for your pleasure."

"So you have a pricelist, then?" I smirk. "OK, 30 each... or you will have
to be satisfied with the cigarettes I gave you."

They glance at each other. Simo nods. "Deal, 30 each. What do you have in
mind?"

"Let's walk over to my car and see what we can do."

We reach my car, parked a few meters away at the curb. They climb in, Rami
riding shotgun and Simo in the back. I pull out onto the highway. Rami
reaches over and places his hand on my hairy thigh. He rubs up and down and
slides his hand under my shorts, grabbing the base of my cock and staring
at my eyes. He is delicious. And he does want to please.

But I push his hand away. "Not here, boy. I want more than a hand job." I
try to keep my eyes on the road.

Simo snickers from behind. "Uuuuu," he says. "The man wants to
fuckkkkkkkkk."

Five minutes later, with the two boys behaving but snickering and wiggling
in their seats, I pull onto a side road. I park and we climb out of the
car. We take a pathway away from the road, between some pine trees, to a
clearing. I can still hear the traffic from the highway, but the place
seems safe enough.

"Ok, boys," I say. "Let's see how you can please me."

Simo approaches, stands in front of me, and slides his hand under the
waistband of my running shorts, engulfing my cock in his palm. He strokes
gently with a satisfied look on his face as he measures my tool. Rami
stands behind Simo, grinding on his butt, and reaches around his head to
offer me his lips. I kiss him as I press myself against Simo's
fondling. Slowly Simo kneels between us, pulling down my shorts, and he
kisses the tip of my cock. Rami's tongue is inside my mouth and I can taste
the hint of tobacco. Without looking down, he holds Simo's head and guides
him over my cock.

I reach behind Simo's bobbing head and pull off Rami's t-shirt. Smooth
dark-skinned chest and pink nipples greet me. Rami moves from behind Simo,
who seems to be enjoying Junior but can only take half of the shaft, and
presses himself at my hip, his hardness throbbing through his tight
jeans. We kiss some more as I feel the sensations caused by the boy's mouth
around my cock.

After a while, Simo rises, strips, and starts to do a sexy dance, fully
naked. He does have a fem body, but, surprisingly, he is hung! Perhaps not
as big as Junior, but quite impressive for a boy his age. My shorts are now
around my ankles, and I step out of them, the lower part of my body fully
exposed to the cool breeze. Rami unbuckles his belt and pulls down his
jeans. I watch both boys as I stroke slowly, my precum and Simo's spit
lubing my cockhead. Rami pulls down his briefs, and he's completely naked.

WOW! Two hot specimens are doing their best to earn the 30 measly
dollars. Rami presses his hardness onto my hip, both of us exposed now, and
humps on me. He reaches and grabs my cock, removing my hand.

"Let me service you, sir," he whispers.

Simo is dancing closer and closer to me. He turns around, and his butt
presses lightly on my cockhead as Rami rubs it on his butt cheeks. Simo
bends over. Rami guides my wet cock inside Simo's crack and rubs it up and
down. I moan. Rami grinds his erection faster on my hip, slowly moving
behind me. I feel his cock now pressing on my butt as he keeps rubbing my
cockhead up and down Simo's crack.

I feel the kid's hole pucker and I push. Simo screams, my cockhead
penetrating his hole. Rami's cock is between my hairy thighs, dry fucking
me.

He whispers into my ear, "Do you want me, sir?"

I consider. I am more of a "top." I haven't offered my ass as often as my
cock. But this kid is hot. His cock is throbbing between my thighs. Yes. I
have to have him. I nod my head, and Rami immediately obliges by placing
his cock at my hole and pressing. Oh, fuck, wait a minute! We're going
bareback. Too late for Simo; my cock is already buried to the hilt and I'm
grinding against his hot butt cheeks. But me?

Getting fucked bare? Fuck. Rami's cock is irresistible, knocking at my man
hole. He wants in. I want him in. Fuck it! I bend over Simo's back,
offering my ass.

Rami holds my hips and spits down on his dick. I feel spit trickling into
my crack to my hole. He grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them as he thrusts,
penetrating my hole, using his spit for lube. I grunt as my ass stretches
to accommodate him. Fuck, he is big and I am tight. But the penetration
makes me hornier and I start to pound Simo's ass as Rami's cock slides
deeper inside me. He has his hands around my waist now. I hold onto Simo's
hips and move in and out, Rami meeting my thrusts, one for one.

It doesn't take long for me to explode inside Simo. Rami is still fucking
me. He is pounding his young boy dick into me, deeper, faster, biting my
ear, rubbing my belly with his hands. I slip out of Simo's ass, cock
dripping. Rami hasn't finished yet. The little shit seems to be going hard
at my ass forever. Simo turns around, kneels, and takes me in his mouth
again. He sucks, and Junior obliges by returning to his full erection. I
pump into his mouth. Rami is still at it. He is ravaging me, the little
dick! I feel the second buildup in my balls. So soon? Wow! When I shoot
into Simo's throat, I start shaking, still being pounded by the boy cock
behind me.

Fuck! When will he cum? He is going on and on. How can he last this long?
Simo stands up and ejaculates on my belly, the little fuck! I'm so turned
on, my cock is still throbbing. Rami pumps harder.

His breathing is now coming out loud and fast. He must be close. Suddenly
he freezes and lets out a loud moan, his cock buried deep inside me. I feel
the hot juice squirting as his cock shaft throbs with every squirt he dumps
into my body.

We slump on the ground, naked, pine needles pricking at our butts. Three
cocks dripping, we smile at each other.

"You know, boys?" I mumble. "This is certainly worth more than 30
bucks. You boys are hot."

They both beam at me.

"So you go both ways, sir?" Rami smirks. "You fuck hard but your butt is
crazy for cock, too."

I slap him playfully. Like me, both boys are not fully soft. Actually,
their boy dicks are still quivering between their legs. I bend over and
taste Simo's dick. It's uncut and huge. I marvel at this kid, hung but a
whore, offering his butt for fucking. But, then again, so have I, a few
minutes ago. I had my monster inside his hole, with a hard cock up my own
ass, pounding and shooting hot jizz all the way up to my stomach.

We light up, inhaling deeply with after-sex satisfaction, fondling each
other. I don't usually crave younger boys. I go for the man-type, hairy and
mature, men who know what they want and what they can give. But these two
kids match any man I have had. Their maturity is street maturity. This is
what has turned me on so that I have whored myself for money. Even now,
it's hard for me to accept getting fucked, bare, by a kid I have met 20
minutes ago. But to be honest, it has been one of the sweetest fucks I have
ever experienced.

Oh, well! With two hot boys, what else can a man do? I drop them off at the
beach walk, and I watch them wistfully as they swagger away, in that sexy
young saunter, happy, 100 dollars richer each. Rami looks back at me
watching them, smiles, and waves a hand. He places an arm around Simo's
waist and slowly pats his upper butt, seductively. I, of course,
immediately respond with an erection! Too bad they are now too far to call
back and have another go at them, or they at me. Looks like I am the whore
now, having just paid for outdoor sex. So fucking what? It was hot and I
would do these boys again if ever I had the chance.