Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:37:51 -0600
From: Sean Josh <sandjlikeboyz@live.com>
Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 9

If you shouldn't be reading this...don't.  If you're sexually active, play
safe and use protection.

Sorry about the long delay in posting these chapters.  I truly appreciate
the comments and encouragement so many of your have sent.  If you have
comments or critique please feel free to email

sandjlikeboyz@live.com

...Thanks

9>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Sean worked at a local garden center.  Saturday's were the always busy but
that made the day pass quickly.  As closing time approached a truck load of
sod arrived for a local landscaping contractor.  The order was days behind
schedule and the contractor was eager to take delivery despite it being
late on a Saturday afternoon.

Sean agreed to stay and help.  They used the forklift for most of the heavy
lifting but the heat of the day, and the nature of the material made the
labor hard and the work gritty.  Sean's clothing was sweat soaked, and he
was streaked with dirt by the time the contractor pulled away from the
nursery.  His labors had netted him a twenty dollar tip, but his filth
smeared frame was crimping his plans for the evening.  He'd intended on
staying in town following work and meeting Alan at the coffee house.  A
local band was scheduled to play and they knew several of the band's
members.

Sean's plan, to wash and change at work before cycling the short distance
into town, no longer seemed feasible.  The nursery had no shower facility.
Pondering this quandary he remembered that the bathhouse at the beach had
showers.  Sean streaked down Main Street toward the park; racing the clock
as he realized the lifeguards would be closing the facility by five.  As
the building came in sight he could see a young man in baggy orange trunks
standing at the door.

"Are you closed?"  Sean panted bringing the bike to an abrupt stop behind
the well tanned young man.

"Just locked up." he said turning toward Sean.

Sean groaned and bowed his head in resignation.  The only option involved a
long ride out to the Y.  It would hardly be worth the effort in this hot
weather.  He leaned on the handlebars catching his breath as sweat dripped
from his hair and streaked his handsome dirt smeared face.

"Sean?"

"Huh?"

"You look like crap dude."  The lifeguard chuckled.

Sean looked up and recognized Conrad one of the Tim's teammates.  He smiled
when he realized he'd never seen the boy dressed before.

"Just got out of work, and wanted to catch a shower."  Sean explained.

"You need it."  Conrad agreed.

"But you've already cleaned the lockers," Sean reasoned, "I'll go out to
the Y."

"No need," Conrad assured him, "you can use the shower in the office,
c'mon."

Conrad relocked the outer door behind them and opened the office.  Sean had
never been in the lifeguard's office.  It was divided into two rooms.  The
front room had a desk, a couch like the one in the school nurses office,
and some lockers.  The room behind it was a bathroom.

"Towels are on the shelf there," Conrad pointed out, "I'll get some soap."

Sean could hear a locker door slamming as he stepped out of his jeans and
boxers.  By the time he'd pulled his sweat soaked tee over his head Conrad
was leaning in the doorway smiling at him.  He blushed at the attention.

"You weren't coy the other night at the field house."  Conrad chuckled.

Sean shrugged and accepted the body wash Conrad offered.  The bathroom's
walls and floor were tiled.  The shower was built into a corner of the room
where the floor had been pitched gently toward a drain.  Sean tended to his
washing.  After a long day at work the hot water felt great.  He shampooed
his hair a second time and lingered under the strong spray.

Sean hadn't bothered to shut the door to the bathroom. Conrad took full
advantage of the view. The outer door to the bathhouse was locked and the
other guards had departed leaving him to close up.  He took a perch on the
edge of the desk and watched the sexy red head shower.  The dirt and lather
seemed to caress Sean as they ran down his long frame.  Conrad groped his
hardened meat as he watched the process.  He pulled the waistband of his
orange baggies beneath his balls to free the aching pole.  Working as a
lifeguard is difficult for any adolescent no matter their orientation.  The
beach is always full of scantily clad bodies.  Between their continual
display and provocative actions the guards are constantly titillated.

Conrad watched Sean's long fingers gliding over the lines and forms of his
hard body.  The temptations of the day combined with the view brought
orgasm rushing to the fore.  Conrad's balls contracted.  His eye lids
fluttered and powerful jets of spunk sprayed from his swollen cock.  The
first bolt splattered up under his chin and across his tee shirt. He cupped
the pulsing head in his free hand trying to capture the rest.  Once the
tremors had passed he brought the cum covered hand to his lips and lapped
up the hot discharge.

Sean was oblivious to these happenings as he pressed his palms into the
tiled wall and stretched under the luxurious hot spray.  Conrad stripped
off his tee shirt and grabbed a floatation belt from the shelf.  He dropped
it to the floor of the bathroom and knelt on it facing Sean's dimpled ass.
The water cascading over it was channeled between his mounds as Conrad
reached out and parted them.  Sean jumped at the touch, but relaxed as he
remembered where he was showering.  He looked over his shoulder to see
Conrad smile and watched the boy's tongue trace a patch up his crevice.
Conrad paused over Sean's dusty pink hole and drilled at it.  Sean groaned
and pressed himself back into the pleasure.  Even as he did, Conrad's hand
circled his hip to take possession of Sean's hardened cock.  The other
making the same trip around the opposite hip and stretching out the boy's
already rising sack.  Sean's knees quaked and his body shivered at the
sudden onslaught.  It had been a full day since his last orgasm.  Despite
the never ending stream of sex he'd enjoyed since catching Derrick and his
brother two weeks before he was far from jaded.  His eighteen year old
libido demanded regular release, and the parade of partners and experiences
fueled a heat in him that would not be denied.  He turned dislodging
Conrad's hold on him.

Conrad sat back on his heels eyeing the hot boy standing over him.  Sean
fisted his cock.  He leaned back against the wall allowing the water to
course over his torso.  He drove his thick meat slowly back and forth in
his clenching fist.  Conrad eyes were locked on the burgeoning flesh.  It
hovered inches from his parted lips.  He shot a pleading look toward Sean.

"You want it?"  Sean taunted.

Conrad panted and shook his head imperceptibly.

"You like cock don't cha."  Sean grinned rubbing the leaking head of his
meat across the boy's handsome lips.

Conrad tried to capture it as Sean pulled away.

"Admit it," Sean demanded, "You love sucking cock."

"I do."  Conrad whispered.

"This ain't no fucking wedding," Sean spat slapping the boy's cheek with
the pulsing bludgeon.  "I wanna hear you say how much you want to suck this
fat dick."

"I want to suck your hot cock." Conrad averred.  "I want you to fuck my
face.  I want to drink your cum.  I'd do it anytime you asked, anywhere you
wanted.  I think you're a hot stud."

Sean grabbed the boy by the ears and drove it between his willing lips.
Conrad swirled his tongue over the head, and dove down the length.  Water
flowed over his distorted features as his nose reached Sean's pubic hair
and flattened against his taught belly.  His hands groped up Sean's long
legs massaging the flexing muscles and encouraging him to fuck his face.
Sean's fingers twined in Conrad's hair.  He pressed himself hard into the
sucking hole.  Assured that he could go no deeper, he drew back slowly.  He
held there allowing Conrad's tongue to snake around him until he could bear
no more, and drove again deep within the boy's throat.  The thrust elicited
a strangled gurgle from Conrad, but Sean was only encouraged by the sound.
He repeated the action until they achieved a torturous slow rhythm that
made them both ache.

Richie had worked the afternoon shift with Conrad.  Following work he
headed to the drive thru to sate the hunger that had been gnawing at him
all afternoon.  As he waited in line he realized his wallet was still in
the locker at work.  Conrad's car was still in the parking lot as he pulled
in.  A number of Conrad's team mates had been on the beach today.  Conrad
was probably out with them, Richie reasoned.

He was surprised to find the office door standing ajar as the outer door
clicked shut behind him.  The sound of the running shower allayed his fear
and he pushed the door open to reveal a sight that stunned him.  A tall
thin red headed boy was busily fucking Conrad's face.  The sight held him
mesmerized.  Conrad's lips stretched wide to accommodate the fat dick that
pumped slowly between them.  An act he had always professed would revile
him held Richie's attention and inflated his own sizeable endowment.
Mindlessly he groped himself before realizing how this perverse act was
affecting him.  His intellect spun in a maelstrom of conflicted thought.
His libido and conscience wrestled as he backed out of the room.  Unsteady
legs led him to the door.  The sound of Sean's groaning forced a long last
look before he stumbled back toward his car.

Sean worked hard to forestall orgasm, but Conrad's talents were rapidly
overwhelming his efforts.  Conrad's hands had locked on Sean's pumping
mounds.  The flexing muscle felt hot in his grasp as he assisted Sean in
burying the hard pole in his throat each time he drove forward.  The effort
had slowly worked his fingertips into the cleft of Sean's ass.  His fingers
were riding over Sean's pulsing ring.  The flexing hole was kissing him
middle finger with each outward motion.  He stiffened the finger on the
next outward sweep and drove it into Sean's winking ass.  Sean gasped at
the intrusion.  Conrad jammed the opposing index finger into the sucking
hole on the next pass.  He searched Sean's ass until he found his prostate.
Grinding his fingertip into the lump caused Sean to quake.  As the
sensations mounted, Sean's hips to took on a life of their own.

Conrad gurgled around the pistoning shaft.  He slowly mastered its
increased speed and girth.  He pressed both index fingers deep into Sean's
yielding hole.  They bracketed the prostate and sent Sean into a frenzy.
As he bucked his hips the sexual nexus was ground into hypersensitivity.
The first bolt of orgasm was lost deep in Conrad's throat.  The sudden
tensing of Sean's body strained Conrad's buried fingers.  Sean's hands
locked behind Conrad's head and he slammed repeatedly into the boy's face
flattening his nose with the power of his sexual demand.  The next outward
swing of Sean's hips filled Conrad's mouth with fresh hot cream.  The
steamy discharge filled his senses as the thrusting pole squeezed back into
his throat and caused portions of the load to seep from the corners of his
mouth.

When the emissions finally began to weaken Conrad dropped a hand from
Sean's ass to take possession of his balls.  He milked the orbs hard and
sucked ravenously at the still pulsing column.  He flattened his tongue
against the underside of Sean's distended cock milking cream from its
source.  The process prolonged orgasm for some moments.  Sean stood heroic
through the sweet torture.  His body trembled and he cried out as the
sensation became too intense.

He finally pulled free of Conrad's mouth and fell back against the tiled
wall; his flushed manhood was still oozing cum.  Conrad rushed in to suckle
the last of the discharge from the flared head.  Even this gentle sensation
was too much for Sean to take.  He grabbed his assailant beneath the arms
and hefted the boy to his feet.  Clasping Conrad to his still thrumming
body he kissed him deeply.  The kiss was filled with passion.  He could
taste his discharge in the boy's mouth.  Conrad's muscled torso flexed
against him.  His hands once more took possession of Sean's ass.  His
superior weight pressed Sean to the wall.  His hardness ground into Sean's
belly.  He abandoned the kiss to bite Sean's earlobe.

"Anytime you ask," Conrad grunted as a warm flood of cum spread between
their heaving bellies.

"Anywhere you want me."  he continued as another fountain of lust coated
their torsos.

"Because, you, are one, fuckin', hot stud." Conrad panted as he pulled back
to stare deep into Sean's green eyes.

As Sean slowly mastered his breathing he realized there was a trickle of
blood dripping from Conrad's nose.

"Think I got a little carried away."  Sean chuckled wiping away the
evidence of his excess.

"Hey you were trying to drown me, why not bloody my nose too," Conrad
smiled.

They washed, dried, and dressed.  Sean offered to help clean up as their
encounter had drenched the entire bathroom and a portion of the office
floor, but Conrad insisted that he would take care of it.

Sean's retrieved his bicycle and walked it toward the road.  He felt
physically content.  A hard day's work, a satisfying sexual encounter, and
a long luxurious shower had provided the necessary elements.  Evening
approached.  The weather mellowed.  The oppressive heat was slackening.
The breeze from the lake moderated the temperature perfectly.  The waving
dune grass smelled sweet and the bay looked idyllic as the sun headed into
the horizon.  Sean took advantage of a nearby bench and soaked it in.  A
short time later his revelry was interrupted by a conversation that began
just out sight.

"Don't think it's a good idea."

"This is a good spot.  The grass is tall enough, no one can see." Came a
reply.

"There's a playground right next to the bath house, and you make too much
noise."  The first voice countered.

Sean had only half heard the beginning of the conversation, but this last
comment gained his full attention, especially seeing both voices were
distinctly male.  A head of moderate length light blond hair popped into
view.

"I thought you said you were horny?"  The blond asked looking back toward
the beach.

"I am. I'm just not interested into having an audience or gettin' caught."
came the reply from a head of dark curls that was following the blond.

Sand had been groomed into berms that protected the beach house and park
lot from the direct effects of wind off the bay.  Grasses had been planted
to anchor the sand.  The pair slowly made their way toward the parking lot
through a long grassy valley that separated two of the sizeable mounds.

The blond was young; most likely still in High School.  He stood around
five six and was shirtless.  His torso was shapely smooth and nicely
defined.  He vaulted the split rail fence that separated the beach from the
walkway beyond The leap dislodged the tee shirt that dangled from the back
pocket of his cutoffs.

"You're just a wussy Mark." The blond taunted.

"No Wayne, I'm smart," replied his buddy leaning on the fence.

The curly headed one was older; in his twenties.  He was over six foot
tall.  He wore baggy white shorts and a button up baseball jersey.  The
shirt was open revealing a highly defined and well muscled torso.

"You dropped your shirt."  Sean pointed out.

The blond seemed to notice him for the first time and shot a quick glance
toward Mark.

"Thanks," he said retrieving his wife beater.  "Haven't I seen you
somewhere?  At the garden center."

"Yeah, I work there."

"Wayne."  The blond said extending a hand.

"Sean," he replied standing to shake it.

"That's Mark," Wayne said waving toward the fence.

Mark nodded in reply.  His eyes hadn't left Sean since he first spoke,
wondering how much he may have heard.  He resigned himself to the reality
of the situation, but continued to look the tall red head over.

"Kinda busy down here today," Sean continued.

"Huh?"  Wayne intoned not following.

"Lots of folks on the beach on such a hot day."  Sean explained.

"Oh yeah."  Wayne chuckled agreeing.

Mark eyes tightened wondering where this was leading.

"Hard to find a quiet spot."  Sean said raising an eyebrow.

Wayne looked toward Mark again.

"Yeah we were..." Mark began.

"Lookin' for a place to fuck?"  Sean interrupted.

The two young men shared an incredulous look and wondered how to talk their
way out of this bind.  Wayne looked nervous and began to sweat.  Mark
tensed like a cat ready to spring.

"Chill, you're not busted, it's cool." Sean laughed.  "Couldn't help but
overhear what you were saying.  I know you're not interested in an
audience...but how do you feel about a group?"


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


Richie sat in his car wrestling with his conscience and his throbbing cock.
He knew he should leave, but the vision of his recent discovery swam before
his eyes.  The raw passion he'd witnessed was something for which he'd been
longing.  The red head emerge from the bath house alone.  He waited a
moment thinking Conrad would certainly follow.  When the red head walked
his bicycle away and Conrad didn't appear Richie started back inside under
the pretence of collecting his forgotten wallet.

Conrad heard the key in the office door as he mopped the bathroom floor.

"Forgot my wallet," Richie explained heading for his locker.

"Figured I should clean up a bit," Conrad said feeling ill at ease at his
coworker's sudden appearance on the heels of the recent encounter.

"Good idea," Richie agreed.  "Tom was on about that last week."

"Yeah, and it's not like it takes all that long."  Conrad said putting the
floatation belt back on the shelf.

"Bet that helped."  Richie said running a hand through his thick sandy
hair.

"Helped?"  Conrad wondered as he returned to dry mopping the floor.

"Ya know, it's a concrete floor and all.  Be tough on you're knees."
Richie spouted quickly.

Conrad stopped and slowly turned to face his colleague.  Richie laughed
nervously.  He was blocking the way out and Conrad suddenly felt cornered
and panicky.

"Looked like,.. ya know,.. you were like really...well, enjoyin' what you
were a doin'?"  Richie stuttered.

Conrad's expression changed slowly as Richie stumbled through his
statement.  He looked into Richie's face and saw the deep color he was
blushing.  His gaze dropped to find Richie's jean's tenting.

"I mean, if ya know, you're into it...well I mean, I'm not like as big, but
ya know, It's a nice one, at least Joanie thinks so.

Conrad reached out and touched Richie's hand bringing him to an abrupt
stop.  For the first time their eyes met.

"You came in earlier and saw me suckin' cock?"  Conrad asked.

"Yeah."  Richie admitted blushing deeply and involuntarily rearranged his
package.

"And it made you get all horned up huh?"

"Oh man.  It was hotter than any porno I ever seen."

"And you want me to do that for you?"

"I mean...if you're into it and all..."

"Sit on the edge of the desk."  Conrad instructed.

Richie did as instructed.  Conrad sat in the desk chair.  He gingerly
rested a hand on Richie's knee.

"You sure?"  Conrad asked massaging the boy's muscled thigh.

"Yeah I think so."  Richie replied his voice quavering.

"Get it out for me.  Let me see this nice dick of yours."

Richie lowered his zipper and began struggling to dislodge the hardened
pole from his fly

"Pull `em down Rich.  I wanna see the whole package."

Richie stood and quickly popped the button and loosened his belt.  One
swift motion shucked his jeans to a puddle at his feet; he had gone
commando.  Conrad inhaled the rich musk released from their confines and
pushed Richie back to his perch on the edge of the desk.  He took hold of
the boy's knees and drew them gently apart. The thighs tapered at the groin
and revealed a nest of sandy blond pubes.  Pulsing above the nest, just
over seven thick inches of man meat oozed a steady flow of precum from its
broad purple head.

Conrad took hold of the Richie's sack and slowly dragged it lower.  At the
same time he lapped the dripping syrup from the shaft and head.  Then
taking the fat knob between his lips he dove down its length.

Richie groaned and shuddered.  His hands took possession of the Conrad's
head and he began pumping hard and quick to meet the pleasure.  The dick in
Conrad's mouth hardened and fired.  He sucked and licked using all his
talents to coax up every drop of cum the spewing meat would produce.

Richie grabbed his shoulders and pushed Conrad away as the sensation became
unbearable.  He was shaken and beginning to sweat.  Conrad licked away the
traces of cum that glazed his lips and wished he could scoop up the
droplets that continued to ooze from the cock throbbing before him.

"Came way too soon," Richie panted, his head bowed.

"You in a hurry?" Conrad wondered.

"What?"

"You're done with work for the day."

"Yeah."

"You got a date?"

"No."

"Wanna go again?"

"Again?"

"Yeah, when you and Joanie do it, you get your nut more than once; don't
ya?"

"Not likely.  It takes half the night to get her panties off," Richie
complained.

"You're dating the wrong girl."  Conrad averred unbuttoning Richie's shirt.

"Whatcha doin'."

"Gettin' a look at the rest of you."  Conrad explained.  "You've got a
really nice body."

"I'm not into like gettin' all faggy an' shit."  Richie worried.

"Do I act like a fag?"  Conrad said standing and looking him in the eye.

"Well you just...I mean, no, you're not all lispy and artsy and shit."

"Did you just come hard and fast because you asked a guy to suck you off
and he did it?"

Richie blushed a deep red.

"Did you?"

"Yeah."  Richie whispered.

"And you were hoping it would last longer?"

Richie nodded his head and smiled sheepishly.

"Do you want to go again?"

"Yes."  Richie said growing bolder.

"Then relax, and let me get you fired up, and we'll both enjoy ourselves.
If I do something you don't like, say so, I'll stop.  If I do something you
like a lot, let me know.  I'll do it more. You don't need to suck my cock,
or get me off, or anything else you don't want to.  Of course if you want
to, well, that's better for both of us.  Get it."

Richie smiled and sat back on the edge of the desk.  Conrad ran his hands
over Richie's shoulders and chest caressing the firm flesh.  He paused over
his nipples.  The darker flesh responded quickly and formed hard points as
Conrad rubbed and twisted.  In response Richie's eyes closed and his head
fell back.

"Nobody ever played with your tits before?"  Conrad breathed in his ear.

"I do sometimes when I'm...ya know, strokin'."

Conrad blew a stream of air over the little nubs then moved in to suckle
them.  He pushed Richie's torso down against the desktop.  Lifting his arm
exposed a nest of hair slightly darkened with sweat.  Conrad buried his
nose and inhaled.  Then he licked his way through the dank forest, across
the ribs and, back to the stud's nipples.  Richie was panting by the time
he delved lower.

The rippling lines of Richie's flexing abs made an interesting road map for
Conrad's tongue.  He found an oasis filled with liquid lust at Richie's
navel and feasted on that cream before continuing his southward journey.

The oozing head of Richie's cock streaked Conrad's cheek and hair as he
licked his way around its base to take possession of the fleshy sack
beneath. Conrad's lips and teeth sucked and nipped at the studs flexing
thighs and balls.  A fluttering tongue delved beneath the sack.  The
encouragement lifted Richie's legs and he propped his heels on the desk's
edge.  The change in posture lifted Richie's ass and exposed his cleft.  It
was only then that Conrad noticed the anomaly.  Richie's had thick tufts of
sandy hair encircling his penis and in his pits.  There were even hurls of
the coarse stuff leading into his crack, but his chest and legs were
smooth.

"Do you shave?" Conrad wondered.

"Huh, oh, well yeah, a depilatory actually, I was on swim team, and Joanie
really liked it soo..."

Once more Conrad's tongue fluttered along the tract under Richie's balls.

"Dude whatcha doin'?"  Richie wondered aloud squirming against the desktop.

"Makin' a hot stud ache for it.  How's it feel?"

Sean led Mark and Wayne to the bath house.  The office door stood partly
open and the outer door was ajar.

"It feels wild," said a strained voice that echoed from within the office.

Sean brought a finger to his lips signaling for quiet as he led the way
forward.

Conrad parted Richie's cheeks and lapped his way into the crevice.  Richie
groaned and shuddered with unexpected pleasure.

Sean pushed the door gently inward to give them a view of the scene within.
He didn't recognize the stud sprawled across the desktop.  Thinking quickly
he moved Mark and Wayne out of sight to the right of the doorway.

Conrad drilled his tongue into Richie's exposed asshole.  On cue Richie's
pulled his knees higher.  Conrad took full advantage of the improving
access and spread the ass wide as he sucked and tongued the hole.  Richie
moaned and bit his lip.  He'd never felt anything so intense in his life.

"Find something you like?"  Conrad teased taking a moment to survey his
handy work.

"I didn't know...Oh man, do it more, c'mon, please do it more."

It was then Conrad spied Sean watching them.  He recovered quickly rolling
his eyes.  Conrad returned to Richie's ass and ate with all the skill and
heat that the situation inspired.  Even as he labored on the stud's sucking
hole he tried to think of a way to introduce Sean into the encounter
without sending Richie into a panic.

He worked his way back to the cock pulsing above Richie's navel.  As he
cleaned away the slick coating from the shaft he brought a finger to
Richie's throbbing knot.  He found it gaping slightly and after anointing
his pinky in precum slide it easily into Richie's ass.  Richie's back
arched at the intrusion.  Gently Conrad worked the digit in the pulsing
aperture.  Slowly Richie's hips began to swing up to meet the new
stimulation.

"Need a little more, do ya studly?"  Conrad taunted.

"Yeah more, do it more," Richie grunted.

Conrad spit into the cleft then slowly swapped his pinky for the index
finger of his free hand.  All the while he licked and teased Richie's cock
to assure the boy's attention stayed firmly focused on the pleasure he was
receiving.

"Made ya hot watchin' me suck that pretty boy's fat cock, huh stud?"
Conrad whispered.

"So hot," Richie panted.  "You took it all, he was fuckin' your face so
hard."

"And I was fingerin' his hot freckled ass, just like I'm doin' yours."
Conrad added.

"He was so hot.  That fine ass. Soooo hot."  Richie grunted.

"You should have said something while he was here babe.  Would have been
soooo fuckin' hot with the three of us."  Conrad suggested finding Richie's
prostate and beginning to massage it.

"Three of us," Richie groaned.

Sean chuckled silently and shook his head.  "Five of us," he mouthed
silently holding up the corresponding number of digits aloft.

From the look of disbelief and alarm he saw in Conrad's eyes Sean took
quick action moving Mark and Wayne to the public locker room and signaling
them to remain quiet and patient.

"What would you want to do with the red head?"  Conrad asked stroking
Richie's erection in time with the finger pumping his ass.  "What would you
do with that fine ass, that pretty face and that big fat stud cock?"

Richie's entire body was flushed and quaking.  Conrad abandoned his cock
and leaned close to his ear.

"What do you want from him Rich?  If you could have anything you wanted
from that hot boy stud what would you want?"

Richie's mouth gaped, his tongue lolled.  Conrad toyed around his anal ring
with a second finger.

"Tell me what you'd do for him?  If he walked in here right now, what would
you do for him?"

"Anything," Rich gasped, "fuckin' anything."

Richie came to a half sitting position his eyes were afire.  He reached for
his erection, but Conrad slapped away his hand and stroked his torso.

"Relax stud, relax, close your eyes and lay back."

He ran the index finger from his free hand through the puddle of precum on
Richie's belly and brought it to his lips.

Sean returned to the doorway and flashed Conrad a smile.

"Show me what you'd do for that sexy red head.  Pretend my finger is his
hot fat dick and show me what you'd do. "

Richie caught it between his lips, sucking and licking ravenously at the
digit.  He was clumsy and awkward but there was no denying the savage
lustful intent of his action.  Conrad pulled it from his lips with an
audible pop.  Sean took a step into the room and freed his aching cock.

"Noooo," Richie groaned in protest.

"Do you want it?"  Conrad demanded jamming two fingers into Richie's
clutching ring.

Richie breath rasped and he moaned long and low at the new intrusion.
Conrad jammed the fingers in and out of his ass.  With his sweat
lubricating the desktop Richie had slowly slid back so that his head hung
off the far edge of the desk.

Conrad smeared a fresh coat of precum on his fingers.  Richie's tongue
lashed at the coated digits as he felt them smeared across his lips.  He
cleaned away the pearly drops from his lips and begged for more.

"I want it.  I want it so bad."  Richie said nearly sobbing.

"It tasted sooo good man.  His fat cock was so hot, sooo fuckin' juicy."

Conrad ground his strong fingers into Richie's swollen prostate.  Each
stroke drove him closer and closer to an explosive orgasm.  Sean crept a
little closer dripping cock straining in his fist.

"Open wide baby, you want it ya gotta open wide," Conrad instructed.

Sweat dripped into Richie's eyes as he tried to watch the Conrad.  He laid
his head back and clenched them shut.  He spread his jaw and lashed his
tongue about hoping Conrad would feed him again.  The fingers in his ass
drove him to unimagined heights of passion.  The fire they inspired in his
gut was coursing through his veins.  Another drop of the salty syrup fell
to his tongue.  He lashed about wildly hoping for more.  His tongue swept
across smooth hot flesh.  A hand cradled the back of his neck.  He felt the
same flesh press against his lips.  He sucked at it and allowed the pliable
knob to fill his mouth.  The shaft behind it was firm and pulsed against
his tongue.  His sight was bleary.  The sweat, effort and proximity made it
nearly impossible to see.  He sucked at the salty knob in his mouth; its
juice thick and pungent against his tongue.

"Yeah Richie, do it man, suck that fat cock, make it cream."  Conrad
encouraged.

"Conrad must be doing it, it must be Con's dick," Richie thought.

Sean started to pump Richie's mouth.  Slowly, gently, he swung his hips and
fed his cock to the wanton boy beneath him.  His low hanging balls brushed
Richie's forehead.  Richie's eye's widened and he was able to make out the
red hairs bristling on the fleshy sack.  He moaned around the cock in his
mouth.  Sean shivered at the addition of the vibrations and reached down to
stimulate Richie's nipples.

Conrad withdrew his fingers from Richie's ass and sat back in the desk
chair.  He watched Sean sawing in and out of Richie's mouth, and smiled
when he realized that Rich was barely able to handle more than the head of
Sean's thick meat.  He bent forward and lapped at Richie's ass.  Satisfied
with the dripping orifice Conrad stood and fit the head of his cock to
Richie's sopping hole.  Richie wriggled against the feel of the new
intruder.  He tried to press himself into it.  Conrad noticed his efforts
and smiled.

"You want me to keep playing with you're ass?"

Richie squealed around the fat cock.

"Ya gotta say it Rich, ya gotta ask for it."

Sean pulled back and Richie allowed the cock to fall from his lips.

"Pleeaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he pleaded.

He looked up with bleary eyes to see the red head standing over him.  Sean
smiled at him and massaged his pecks as Conrad pushed Richie's legs back
into his chest.

"You sure?"  Conrad said applying a little pressure to the opening.

"Do it," Richie spat through gritted teeth.  "Fuck me!"

Conrad shifted his weight and the pliable ring yielded.  The passage was
tight.  Richie grunted as the shaft shot into his ass.  Conrad held
perfectly still buried to the hilt in virgin butt.  Sean milked up another
dollop of cream which dripped onto Richie's face.

Richie started to reach out for the cock swaying above his face, but was
stopped short when the cock in his ass withdrew and plunged back into him
in a sudden swift motion.  The stiff meat ran right over the sensitive nub
the fingers had been stimulating deep within him.

"Is that the spot?" Conrad asked repeating the motion.

Richie's torso crunched into extreme definition with each thrust.  His cock
stiffened to a painful state and darkened.  Sean noticed the changes and
leaned across the larger boy's body.  His cock and balls mashed into
Richie's face and leaked across his chin and chest.  He captured the
swelling head of Richie's cock just as the first volley of cum churned in
his balls.

Conrad felt the tightening in Richie's anus and plowed all the harder in
and out of the churning tunnel.  The effort pumped round after round of cum
from Richie's balls into Sean's mouth.  Long after it had stopped Sean
still nursed on his quivering meat and Conrad continued to fuck his ass.
Sean was first to relent.  Tummy full and cock still primed he watch Conrad
fall into his heat.

Conrad held Richie's knees laced over his elbows as he leaned forward on
the desktop.  The effort held the boy's ass in a perfect attitude to
pummel.  Sweat dripped from his entire frame and the sound of flesh on
flesh echoed off the concrete walls.  Conrad grunted in time with his
thrusting hips.  With one last effort he buried his length into the sloppy
hole beneath him.  He fell against Richie's torso and clung to him as his
balls emptied.  Richie arms clamped around him as it happened.  Nipple to
nipple nose to nose they held each other as the moment passed.

As they recovered Conrad was first to notice Sean had disappeared.  He was
still wrapped in Richie's arms.  Richie searched his eyes for a sign.
Conrad smiled and leaned slowly forward to gently press his lips to
Richie's.  Richie melted into the kiss.  As their lips parted Conrad rolled
to his back beside Richie on the desktop.  Richie looked about the room
wondering if the red head had actually been there or if it had been some
delusion manufactured by his over heated brain and the sexual demon lying
beside him.

"Who knew?"  Richie sighed.

"Some of us have known for a long time."  Conrad answered.

"I was a fuckin' virgin."  Richie marveled.

"Feels that way don't it."  Conrad sighed.

Sean crept from the office as Conrad fell panting into Richie's arms.  He
could hear a rhythmic moaning from within the men's locker room.  Mark and
Wayne had taken advantage of the location and the circumstance to begin
their liaison.  Mark was laid out with his back to one of the wooden
benches.  His legs straddled the bench, his feet planted firmly on the
floor.  Wayne sat facing away from him straddling the same bench, riding
vigorously on his hard cock.  His sleek frame tapered to a small well
defined waist which Mark held and guided.  Wayne's ass did far more than
rise and plunge on the upturned post offered to him.  It gyrated and swung
in a constantly changing pattern.  His torso flushed and his belly
contracted with the effort and effects of his dance.

"So good, so fucking good," Mark panted as his hips hopped against the
bench.

Sean watched them intensely, slowly stroking his erection.  When Wayne
noticed him he smiled and beckoned.  He caressed the thick meat Sean
offered him, smearing the broad pliable head with its oozing discharge and
milking up more of the sticky fluid with strong steady strokes.

Sean was close.  The encounter with Richie and Conrad had nearly brought
him off.  Just watching these two beauties had him leaking anew.  Wayne
pouted as Sean pulled away and sat on the bench just out of reach.  He
watched for another moment as Wayne continued to propel himself through the
wild dance lap dance.  He could easily reach Wayne and ran his fingers over
the boy's silky shoulders and across his firm chest.  Wayne attempted to
scoot forward but strong hand pulled him back to a solid seat atop the
rigid pole.

Sean smiled.  He delved lower.  Wayne's cock was hot to the touch.  The
skin was drawn tight around it bringing veins into high definition.  His
balls were drawn tight as well.  Sean massaged them and the larger pair
that appeared beneath them.  He reached under Wayne to explore the
connection between him and the cock he rode.  Mark groaned at the contact.
Sean's long thin fingers worked around the straining meat and then beneath
Marks balls.  Mark's entire groin was bathed in a combination of precum,
saliva, and Wayne's anal juices.  The slick amalgam eased the passage of
Sean's digits between Marks fiercely clenching mounds.  He protested as
Sean massaged his hole.

"Don't wanna cum yet," he growled between gritted teeth.

After a moment Sean relented.  He spit into his fist and took possession of
Wayne's cock.  He pumped the shaft with his spit slick fist and ground the
head with his other palm.  Wayne quickly began to rave and pitch.  His hips
moved in erratic spasms.

Sean smiled and kissed his gaping mouth.  He bit Wayne's neck and licked
his way across the collar bone.  Wayne's smooth chest was crowned with pert
pink nipples.  Sean nipped at them, and suckled the firm points as if they
could provide his nourishment.  Wayne ran his fingers through Sean's red
locks as he serviced his nipples drawing him back and forth between the
pair as each called jealously for the attention that the other received.
Sean pulled back to admire his efforts.

"Lemme suck it," Wayne begged eyes locked to Sean's crotch.

"Not yet," Sean mused, "but that's not a bad idea."

He ducked toward Wayne's bouncing erection and engulfed it whole.  Wayne
sighed and immediately took possession of Sean's head.  Short crisp strokes
pounded Sean's nose flat.  The stiffness and tension of the member was
distinct against Sean's tongue.  The cream that oozed from the knob had a
distinct sweet edge to its flavor.

Wayne grunted and shot.  Thick jets of spunk erupted from him.  Sean gulped
and slurped up the rich cream.  He drilled him tongue into the spewing slit
as the flow subsided and sucked hard to draw up the dregs.

Mark was not oblivious to all this action.  Each time Sean teased and
tempted Wayne.  The heat and motion was telegraphed to him through Wayne's
reactions, or the involuntary contractions of the boy's gut.  The outcome
was a wild fuck as Wayne's bowel contracted and slithered up and down
Mark's steely length.  As Wayne came, his gut contracted in rolling waves
timed by the surges of his spewing seed.  The motion of his flailing hips
and roiling gut pumped and milked Mark's turgid length.  Mark slammed
upward into the hole perched atop his groin.  Cum blasted into Wayne's gut.
Wayne could feel the discharge filling him.  As his own orgasm subsided, he
ground his hips in slow circles and clenched hard on the meat within him.
The action stirred the cock in Sean's mouth, and tortured the
hypersensitive pole up his ass.

"So fine," Wayne cooed, "so fuckin' fine."

Sean sat up and cleaned his lips with a swipe of his tongue.  Wayne stood
slowly on unsteady legs and let the Mark's cock slip from him ass.
Droplets of thick discharge followed.  Mark lay against the bench panting
and covered in sweat.  His glistening pole, still hard and throbbing, stood
proudly above his etched belly.  Sean's ass twitched at the thoughts it
inspired.  He stepped forward and straddled Mark's hips.  Smiling wickedly
he took hold of the slick cock behind him and guided it to his hole.  He
looked deep into Mark's eyes as he settled himself over the pulsing head,
and slowly lowered his weight.  The slick post glided into his anal cavity.
His body quivered as it was filled.

Mark gritted his teeth as his cock was engulfed by yet another hungry boy
hole.  He wasn't sure if he could withstand any additional stimulation so
soon after orgasm.  Sean moved slowly and gently.  He allowed his body
weight to rest against Mark's hips and flexed his anal muscles.  Then
rotated his hips in small circles to assure he had as much of the fine cock
in him as was possible.  It felt wonderful.  The pleasure that anal
stimulation gave him was still amazing.  He'd never imagined himself in
such a situation, but since it had happened, he often found himself longing
for it.

Mark lay still.  The subtle movements and graceful motions of the boy
perched on his erection fascinated him.  He taught karate at the local
dojo.  Years of training had led him to appreciate the forms and structures
of nature.  Sean's movement reminded him of the katas learned in Tai Chi.
His response to the stimulation was unnerving.  His cock reveled in the
sweet torture, but his mind screamed for respite.  He closed his eyes and
tried to focus.  Slowly he mastered his breathing; in through the nose, out
through the mouth.  The practice helped to calm him and gradually he
regained some control.

Allowing his eyes to open he beheld the beauty that provided his pleasure.
Sean's long tight frame flushed and flexed as he continued to caress and
massage the cock in his gut.  He never rose from his perch but ground his
hips and flexed his gut in a rhythm that made him feel exquisitely sexy.
Mark's gaze roamed from the boy's handsome face to his tightly defined
torso.  He allowed his hands to slide up Sean's body teasing the pale flesh
with feathery touches and marveling at its silky texture.

Below Sean's undulating belly jutted a prize incongruous on such a fine
young specimen.  The boy's long slender finger could barely encircle its
girth.  Protruding from a body devoid of fat its size seemed exaggerated.
He reached for it only to be gently restrained.

Sean didn't want to cum yet.  He leaned forward pinning Marks hands to his
thickly muscled chest.  He gazed deep into Mark's chocolate brown eyes, and
flexed his anus around the cock deep within it.  The subtle movements and
careful progress had been for his own pleasure; not to coddle Mark.  He'd
cum once this afternoon, and since that encounter with Conrad had been
slowly building toward a second prodigious climax.  Today's encounters were
completely unexpected; much like that first night when he had caught
Derrick and Josh two weekends ago.  In that time he'd been exposed to many
new and highly erotic experiences, but none had been more intense than the
unexpected.

A quiet chuckle brought him to his senses.  Wayne was leaning against the
partition that separated the locker area from the toilets.  He smiled at
the sight he found.

"Figured you'd be the one to be doing the fuckin' with that prize."  He
said nodding toward Sean's erect pole.

Sean grinned and sat up.  The movement caused the cock in his ass to be
become more firmly planted.

"I know it's hot to watch his face, but you can't really get it all unless
you turn around."  Wayne instructed.

Sean considered Wayne's suggestion and realized he was probably correct.
He rose from his perch and stretched his legs for a moment before reversing
himself in relation to the stud laid out on the bench.

Wayne moved up to take possession of Mark's hard cock.  He held it upright,
and guided Sean back into alignment with it.  Sean felt it part him.  He
worked hard to move very slowly down its length.  He was surprised how much
more of it entered him.  He was used to being fucked deep.  Josh had the
longest cock he had yet encountered and sharing a bedroom with him assured
a nearly daily dosage from his little brother.

Mark's strong hands closed on Sean's waist and his hips drove upward.  Sean
was surprised by the sudden intrusion.  His thick cock swelled and dripped.
He dropped his weight and pinned Mark's hips to the bench before clenching
his gut with all his might and swirling his hips in a tight circle.

"Knows what he's doin' huh babe?"  Wayne said brushing Mark's sweat soaked
hair back from his straining brow.

Mark grunted and drove upward lifting Sean nearly off his feet.  Had he
been as short as Wayne he would have been pinioned on the stiff cock in mid
air.  The thrust made his cock lurch and slap hard against his belly.  He
could feel the load in his balls rising and once more sought to grind the
stud cock in his ass into submission.

Wayne came around him and straddled the bench facing him.  He grinned
wickedly as he watched the two studs strive against one another.  Each
attempting to use his body and talents to force the other to relent in
throws of orgasm: each in turn adding to their own passion in the effort
given and received in this erotic dance.

"Ya ready to let me suck it now?"  Wayne offered biting his lip.

Sean nodded.  Wayne wasted no time.  He took Sean's balls in hand allowing
the length to measure out against his forearm.  Then wetting his lips
slurped at the head.  The sensation was profound and caused Sean to shiver.
The sensation was telegraphed to Mark through Sean's quivering gut and both
studs voiced their bestial approval.  Sean watched Wayne's performance with
rapt wonder. He slowly slid forward taking more and more of Sean's length.
The boy seemed so impish in proportion to the task Sean doubted he could
succeed.

Sean had experienced oral expertise at the hands of Derrick and Josh.  Both
boys could take his length and girth, but not with the utter ease and grace
that Wayne was displaying.  Sean's cock was every millimeter of eight
inches, but that alone did not define the magnificence of his tool.  The
head was large and arrow shaped, the glands flared, the slit pouting.
Behind the fleshy knob the shaft sprouted like the shoulders on a torso,
widening suddenly then tapering slowly until the veiny shaft joined his
groin.  It was thick, thicker than Sean's boney wrist, and on Sean's tall
thin frame it appeared even thicker.

As the pliable knob entered Wayne's gullet he swallowed.  He widened his
maw with serpentine ease and pressed himself slowly onward.  His tongue
slithered beneath the thick tube tempting Sean to thrust, but he restrained
himself.  The pleasure was exquisite.  His body was suspended between two
perfect sensations.  The hot cock buried deep in his ass, and the talented
mouth slowly engulfing his raging erection.

Wayne finally reached the base.  He pressed his face firmly into Sean's
flat belly.  Just as slowly and carefully he pulled back until Sean's cock
head cleared his gullet and he was able to draw breath again.  He reached
forward and took hold of Sean's hips.  Gently he guided Sean into a rhythm.
The effort was transfixing.  His cock was considerably longer than Mark's
and part of that length was already buried in Wayne mouth.  At the same
time Sean was fully impaled on the shorter cock.  Having measured Sean's
length Wayne had found the perfect depth.  Sean moved carefully at first
riding gently between Wayne's expert attention and Mark's rigid member.  He
quickly found he could feed Wayne without dislodging himself from Mark.  He
abandoned himself to the feeling.  His hips drove relentlessly between the
two sources of pleasure.  As his heat mounted, the two stimuli melded into
one exquisite sensation and coursed through his veins filling his entire
being.

Both the sight and sound were obscene.  Conrad watched in awe as the little
blond took Sean's cock deep in his throat over and over, and Sean rode atop
the muscled stud's cock.  The three intertwined bodies were aglow in sweat.
The air was filled with the sounds of pleasure and smells of sex.  Despite
the randomness of their cacophony the three studs moved in a well timed
dance.

Conrad's fist flew over his aching member.  Before entering the men's
locker room he thought himself spent for the day.  Now he was rapidly
approaching his forth climax.  His back arched, his legs flexed and with a
deep grunt the first volley rocketed from him flying over Wayne's back and
splattering Sean's face.

Sean opened his eyes to find Conrad standing several feet away in the
throws of orgasm.  He watched as the second rope of cum laced through the
air to paint Wayne's hair and back; even as it did Conrad's first shot
dripped into his gasping mouth.  The sight and taste overwhelmed him.  He
took hold of Wayne's head and drove his cock into the boy's throat.  Three
short hard thrusts provided the trigger.  He came hard and long.  Wayne
never missed a drop.  Mark came as Sean's ass came to life clutching and
grinding at his already overworked meat.

The room grew still as they rested in a heap on the bench.  Conrad had slid
down the partition to sit on the cool concrete floor.  He rose on wobbly
legs, and moved to the bench.

"You weren't shittin' when you said five. "  He laughed still short of
breath.

"Yeah, well, didn't know you moved that fast."  Sean grinned up at him.

"Me...dude you were gone ten minutes and you come back with two in tow!
The guy in the office walked in on us.  When you left he came back lookin'
for some."

"He what?"

"He's a guard.  Forgot his wallet and when he came back viola, I'm on my
knees swinging on that fat hog of yours.  He was so hot he couldn't leave
without findin' out."

"Who have we fallen in with," Mark wondered slowly sitting up.

"Not sure," Wayne sighed laying back on the bench, but I could sure get
used to it!