Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2003 12:54:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: B. <brenclar@yahoo.com>
Subject: Of Carlos Part Three

"Of Carlos"
Part Three

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"GOOD MORNING!" Carlos bellowed as Jose's door flung open.

"WOULD YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE?" Jose yelled back at Carlos.

"You know, Jose, locks are pretty cheap.  They keep the riff-raff out." I
didn't know if I should laugh or cry.  At least we were covered up.

"Oh, now, don't get modest on me.  Two naked guys.  Big deal.  Anyway, what
do you want for breakfast?"

Jose looked at me and rolled his eyes.  "You better say cereal.  Anything
else is a disaster."

"How does he do with toast?"

"Do you like it blackened?"

I looked back towards Carlos.  "Got any corn flakes?"

"Fine.  I'll have to surprise you."  He closed the door, and then we could
here him rattling pans around in the kitchen.

"Is he going to do that often?"

"Make breakfast?  Let's hope not."

"No, burst in like that."

"Don't know.  I think he's curious."

"He's what?"

"Curious.  You know, he's lived a pretty sheltered life.  He brought up
that 'Maurice' film a couple of times after he watched it.  I don't know, I
just think..."

"No.  You don't think that..."

"He's gay?  No, probably not.  Just curious."

At this point I couldn't imagine it.  But still.  He was awfully accepting
of this new arrangement between Jose and I, and...

"Your wheels are turning.  What's up?"

"Well, I'm just wondering what's up with Carlos."

"Probably nothing.  Don't worry about it."

"Were you ever interested in Carlos?"

"Well, he is awfully attractive - I'll never disagree with you on that.
When he first moved in here I found it very frustrating to have him around.
But after a while, once I got to know him, I realized that any sexual
interaction I had with him would be simply that.  Sex.  That's not my style
- I want something that's going to last."

"But would you ever?  Mess with him, I mean?  Just to see what it was
like?"

"To be honest, I have had a fleeting fantasy about a grudge fuck.  I know,
it's a little cruel - and I'm not talking about rape - but taking him as
hard as I could, making him want it.  Knocking down his little machismo
veneer once and for all."

"I never noticed that he had one."

"He doesn't show it much around you, because you don't play along.  He
needs his little Brazilian homeboys to get the full effect going.  Then he
can be kind of intolerable."

"Homeboys?"

"Yeah, that Brazilian crowd that he hangs with sometimes.  He used to hang
around them all the time, but then one of them showed up here with crack,
and he cut most of those friendships real fast."

"Smart move."

"Yeah, well, he's a little naive.  He thinks everyone is basically a good
person at heart."

"Yikes.  Too much Anne Frank."

"Yeah.  He never remembers that she was gassed at the end.  But what about
you - still having hot and heavy visions of Carlos dancing in your head?"

"Not as much as before.  I, uh - well, I'd still like to blow him.  Just to
see what it's like.  But not fucking.  You're the only one who gets that
honor."

"I'm honored."

"You're welcome."

"HEY!  Breakfast!"

"Well, we better go see what Chef Carlos has in store for us."

We sat down at the table and I have to admit, the spread that Carlos put
out actually looked pretty good.  None of it terribly difficult to prepare
- scrambled eggs, bacon - but Jose had made it sound like Carlos could
screw up cold cereal.

"Carlos!  What did you do here?  Call a caterer?"  Jose was wide-eyed.

"Oh, come on, Jose - just because I screwed up a few times doesn't mean I
couldn't pull it off once in a while."

"A *few* times?  What about that purple chicken?"  He looked over at me.
"Purple chicken!  How does that happen?"

I had to butt in.  "What the hell are you complaining about?  It looks
good, and I'm starving.  Why don't you just say thank you?"

"Get a load of 'my better half' over there - all right, thank you Carlos.
And you, dear John, we'll discuss your punishment for subordination later."

"Promise?"

"You guys make me sick.  Here, John.  Have some eggs."

"Thanks.  So, Carlos, how's it going with - uh - what's the new one's
name?"

"Tatiana.  I think there is something wrong with her.  She's very pretty,
but she acts like she's completely helpless all the time.  And I get
nothing in return for being so nice to her."

"Nothing, as in... sex?"

"Not just that... anything.  I haven't gotten anything out of her but a
kiss on the cheek."

"Well, some people just take longer to get comfortable."

"We've been out on four dates!"

"That's the way it goes."

"Not anymore.  We'll see what happens on Friday - another little kiss, and
I'm gone."

"Carlos, have you ever thought about getting to know one of these girls
before asking them out instead of just going after her because of her body?
Like you said before - sometimes the pretty one isn't the right one."

"I don't know.  Maybe.  I just don't have good luck with women in general.
Maybe you guys have the right idea - I dunno.  I get along better with
guys, but wrong parts.  You know?"

Jose and I stole a look at each other.  Then Jose grinned and said, "No,
Carlos.  We don't.  Tell us."

"Shut up, Jose.  Pass the toast."

Later Jose and I were on the subway on our way to the movies.  "You know,
John, I think it's time for a little test."

"Oh, no.  You promised no more tests."

"I promised no more tests for you - not for Carlos."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you heard him.  Maybe the reason he always strikes out with these
women is he sends the wrong signals.  Look at the facts.  He goes out with
these dumb-ass girls.  You think they go with him for a conversation?
Doubtful.  They're into gettin' down just as much as he is - he's pretty
hot, we agree on that.  But somehow he manages to keep them at arm's
length."

"Maybe they think he has money?  I mean, he does, but he's so stingy I'm
surprised he takes them out at all."

"Anything's possible.  Still, nothing wrong with a little test.  Here's
what I had in mind..."

He laid out the whole plan for me.  It was a long shot, and could be very
destructive, but Jose knew Carlos better than I did.  I trusted him to know
what he was doing.  Friday was going to be interesting, one way or another.

When I got out of my last class on Friday I headed over to Jose and Carlos'
place.  Carlos was in the process of getting all swanked up for his date,
and Jose was watching him with bemused interest.  "So, John, I've been
trying to counsel Carlos here on the best way to bag his babe..."

"And I've been telling Jose that I can't listen to him... look who he
bagged..."

"Clever, Carlos.  I would still keep your night light on.  You're gonna
have both of us seeking revenge soon."

"Sure, sure.  Hey, which cologne do you think works best on me?"

"Ooh... ooh... I know... that one you wore that night, you know, a few
months ago, when we went to the opening for Jose's group show..." I blurted
out a little too enthusiastically.  They both slowly turned and looked at
me like I was speaking in tongues.  I could feel my face getting warmer and
warmer.  "... Or, um, maybe Jose would know better..."

"Geez, John, memory for detail much?  Or only when it's about Carlos?"

"Oh, relax, Jose - smell is the strongest trigger of memory, you know."

"Uh huh.  We'll talk about that later."

"John, thanks for the suggestion.  Jose, you're ugly when you're jealous.
I think this is the one you meant, John..." and with that he liberally
squirted about ten times more than any normal human being should apply over
his body.  Jose and I ran from the room.

"Well, John, I think we found the reason his dates won't get anywhere near
him.  It's fear of suffocation."

"Oh, shit, too much?"  He tore off his shirt.  "John can you run this
through the dryer for a few minutes?  No dryer sheet.  I'll try to rinse
some off in the shower."

"What do I look like, your maid?"

"You have to earn your keep around here somehow, don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah."  I left to bring his shirt down to the basement.  When I
returned Carlos was pacing around the hallway.

"Finally.  Does it smell okay?"

"Good as its gonna get without washing it again."

"Great.  Thanks.  I have to meet what's-her-name at the restaurant in 15
minutes."

"Well, good luck, and try to remember her name before you get there."  He
did look pretty hot, and smelled a lot better now too.  I couldn't imagine
who in their right mind would pass up a chance to have him, even if it was
just for one night.

After he finally left I turned to Jose.  "Well, what do you want to do
now?"

"I still want to carry out our little plan, but he won't be back until late
no matter what happens, so I was thinking we could go to dinner."

"Alright, but are you sure this is still a good idea?  I mean, with
Carlos?"

"Why not?  I have a hunch it will work out okay in the end, but if it's
really making you uncomfortable we can forget it..."

"No, to be honest, it's kind of exciting.  Okay, I trust you.  We'll do it.
Where for dinner?"

We went out and had an unremarkable meal at this new place downtown.  The
food was okay, but the atmosphere was lousy.  They were clearly trying to
become some sort of trendy-chic hotspot, and would probably succeed.
Wasn't really our speed, though.  After that we went to a pub that had been
something of a favorite of mine, but that Jose had never been to.

After getting a little buzzed on a few draughts, we headed back to the
apartment.  It was getting late, and Carlos would probably be coming home
fairly soon.  When we got there we sat down in the living room and
contemplated our next step.  "So what do we do now?" I asked Jose.

"Well, at the very least, I think we should have a beer and smoke a joint."

"Sounds good to me."  While Jose headed off to his bedroom to get his weed,
I went to the kitchen to grab a few beers.  Then I headed over to the
stereo to put on some piano trio jazz, very light in the background.

"Nice choice.  Do you want to roll or should I?"  He was walking down the
hall naked as the day he was born.

"Nice outfit.  Uh, no.  I roll joints about as well as I... uh... I don't
do it very well."  I got up to shuck my clothes.  When in Rome...

"Gotcha.  I'll roll."  We sat down and had a smoke and a beer.  After the
weed had kicked in I was feeling even better than before.  Jose was sitting
low in his chair, his legs spread wide and his dick hanging over the very
edge of the seat cushion.  Perfect for...

I slowly slid over onto the floor and took the head in my mouth.  It
immediately started to lengthen and firm up under my touch.  Jose put his
head back and took a big hit off the joint and at the same time I opened my
mouth wide and descended on his cock, taking as much of it as I possibly
could.  I had never heard Jose make so much noise.  He was hard as a rock
about two seconds later.  I had been sitting between his legs, but now I
was up on my hands and knees; my sole purpose to worship his throbbing
dick.  I worked it as hard as I could, keeping the tightest pressure that I
could muster with my lips as I worked my way up and down the shaft.
Periodically I would pull all the way up until just the head remained, and
work my tongue lightly in and around his slit.  This was something that we
had both come to love; a technique that I used sparingly so that neither of
us would grow too accustomed to it.

Eventually Jose gasped out "Don't get me too close... I don't want to come
there, I want to be inside you tonight."

I reluctantly sat back down on the floor and looked up at him.  "But, if
you come now, won't it take even longer to come again when you finally fuck
me?"

A wide grin slowly spread over his face.  "Good point.  Well, go to it
then.  I want to fuck you as soon as I can."

I didn't need to be asked twice.  I pounced back down on his cock and
worked it like I never had before.  Jose was practically going into
convulsions.  He moaned loudly and thrust his crotch forward; his head fell
back with his mouth open in a continual moan.  That drove me crazy with
lust.  I reached up and took the shaft in my hand as I worked his slit with
passion.  I then switched back to working my lips up and down the upper
part of his dick, my hand working the lower half for all it was worth.
Jose started panting and pushing his crotch up and down in rhythmic
motions.  I knew he was close.  I worked my tongue with all the strength I
had all around the head, sliding the tip over his slit a few times.  That
pushed him over the edge.  He let out a loud gasp and I felt his come blast
into my mouth.  A few more bursts much like the first one and he collapsed
back into the chair.

"Oh. My. God.  You just keep getting better and better."

"So do you."

"But I didn't do anything!"

"Sure you did.  Every move you make, every sound that escapes your mouth
gets me going like you wouldn't believe."

"Really?"

"Sure.  And I'll tell you a little secret.  I would go insane with lust if
you made me work for it."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, if when you had been sitting there you suddenly sat up straight
and brought your ass to the back of the chair so that I had to follow you
back if I wanted to keep your dick in my mouth.  You know, like, moving
around a bit so I had to chase you."

"Why, you kinky little bastard.  You're on.  Next time, I promise."

"Good.  Now.  Somebody mentioned a good fuck at one point?"

"Oh, you know it.  But give me a few minutes.  You know how it goes."

"Well, don't take too long.  It's getting late."

"Shit.  You're right.  Well, how about we have another beer, finish this
joint and then get down to business?"

"Sounds good to me.  I'll grab the beer, but then you have to come sit
beside me here on the couch."

When I came back he moved over next to me an sat kind of sideways, resting
his back on my left shoulder.  "So how do you want it?  Missionary?
Doggy?"

"Decisions, decisions.  Well, under the circumstances, I say doggy."

"Then that's what you'll get."  We sat for a little bit longer, knocking
back the beer and smoking the joint 'til the bitter end.  I couldn't speak
for Jose, but I was flying.

"How you feeling, Jose?"

"High and horny."  He reached up, grabbed my hand, and brought it down to
his dick.  He wasn't kidding.  He could have hammered nails with that
thing.

"Well, then, I suggest we hit the floor."  With that Jose got up, moved the
coffee table over to the side of the room by the wall, and then went to the
kitchen.  He returned with some olive oil, his dick leading the way in
front of him.  I got on my hands and knees on the floor.  Jose came back,
sat behind me, and began to massage my buttocks with just a little bit of
oil on each hand.  Soon I could feel his breath near my ass.  Then I felt
just the tiniest little hint of his tongue on my ass.  It felt electric.  I
let out a gasp, encouraging him to continue.  Soon I felt his tongue all
around my hole, massaging here and probing there.  He poured just the
slightest amount of oil over it, allowing his tongue to gain entrance.  It
felt amazing.  He worked it around and around, licking here and there and
then pushing in as far as he could.

I collapsed a little bit, resting my forearms on the floor and my head on
my arms.  "That's right, baby," Jose murmured, "Open up for me."  A little
more oil, and I could feel one of his fingers rubbing around my hole.
"Come on, relax for me."  I let my breath out and relaxed as much as I
could.  I felt his middle finger slip in to the second joint.  "That's
right.  You're doing great."  He eased it in the rest of the way and I felt
him search around for my prostate.  As soon as he found it he ground into
it slowly and persistently and I bucked back into his hand.  "Easy, baby.
We've got time."  He pulled his finger back out and added his index finger.
The buildup of pressure was driving me wild.  Soon he had both of his
fingers imbedded in me, rubbing insistently on my prostate.  I couldn't get
enough.  After he worked them in and out a few times, adding just a dab of
oil each time, he slowly pulled them back out.  Then he added a third.  He
pushed all three in with a certain urgency, and I knew I was ready.

"Now, Jose.  Take me now... please..."

"You got it, baby.  Get back up on your hands."

I got back into the position he wanted, and could hear him slicking up his
cock.  I soon felt the head of it seeking to gain entrance.  "Ready for
me?"  I only moaned in affirmation and did my best to relax as much as I
could.  I could feel him slowly start to push inward.  I would never stop
being impressed with how wonderfully thick he was.  As he pushed farther in
there was a bit of resistance, but as I relaxed and he kept his pressure
going in, we broke through and his head and part of the shaft was firmly
imbedded.  I let out a gasp and Jose rubbed his hands all over my hips.
"That's it, baby.  You've got it.  Are you ready for the rest?"  I only
moaned again.  He started that slow, delicious conquest inward.  Inch by
inch he pressed in until I felt the head pass my prostrate and keep going
in.  I thought I was going to lose my mind.

Evenutally he struck bottom, although I knew he was not in all the way.  He
must have felt it too, for he reversed direction and started a slow retreat
back out.  Just when he had almost the whole thing out, he came back in
with much more speed than before.  I shuddered and gasped.  "Oh my God,
Jose, you're the fucking best.  I'm all yours."

"I know."  He ground into me a little bit, and then pulled back almost all
the way again.  He lingered there for a moment, teasing me with just the
head still inside, then pushed back in again.  Then back, and this time he
pulled out all the way.  To tease me some more, he slipped just the first
few inches in, then all the way back out.  In and out, in and out - I
though I was going to go insane.

"Please, Jose, take me.  Pound me... please."

He slammed back into me as far as he could.  He then long-dicked me,
pulling almost all the way out before crashing back into me again and
again.  "Baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Think we can go all the way?"

"If you're careful first, I think so... maybe..."  He pulled all the way
out and coated his dick with another layer of oil, concentrating on the
head.  Then he pushed back into me again until he met the resistance.  "How
much more do you have to go?"

"Not much, baby.  Just a little bit.  Think you can take it?"

"Yeah, but slowly... if I say 'stop', you stop and pull out real slow."  I
could feel the pressure building.  I let out all my breath and willed
myself to relax as much as I could.  I wanted to take him just as badly as
he wanted to take me.  The pressure felt too strong but I remebered that it
hurt like this the first time I was fucked, just in a different place.  I
pushed a little more like I was taking the dump of a lifetime, and Jose
kept up his slow pressure inward.  Suddenly someting shifted, and he
slipped into me all the way.  I was caught between relief, pain, and sheer
ecstacy.  It was heaven to finally feel his pubes on my ass, but... "HOLD
UP" I panted, "Just wait right there for a minute, please..."

"Oh my sweet baby, you did it.  Oh my God you feel so good."

"You too.  Just give me a minute."

"Anything you want."  I could feel the initial shock of pain wear off and
settle into a dull ache that was starting to feel a lot more like pleasure.

"Okay, you can move but just a little... work me a bit right there before
you do anything crazy."

"You got it baby."  I could feel him delicately testing the waters.  The
motion was making everything feel that much better, especially now that his
cock was rubbing against my prostate again.  Like the wonderful lover that
he is, he kept up like that letting me get used to it before trying
anything more.  When I noticed myself pushing back into him to feel all
that I could, I decided he could get a little more daring.

"Jose... you can go a little longer now if you want.  Just take it easy."
He didn't say a word.  He just pulled out until he caught my prostate with
the head, and then agonizingly pushed all the way in until I felt his hairs
on my ass.  I couldn't believe anything could feel like that.

"You doin' okay?"

"You have no idea how great you feel in there."  He pulled out, again
catching my prostate, and inched back in ever-so-slowly until he was
imbedded all the way in.  A slow rhythm began as he worked me like I've
never felt before.  Low, guttural noises started emanating from my throat
as he ground in and out of me.  I started to thrust my ass backward to meet
his strokes.  He kept up like that for what seemed like forever, until I
finally turned my head back towards him.  "You feel like fucking me like
you really mean it?"

"Oh, baby," he murmered as he pulled almost all the way out, "You mean like
this?"  He slammed back into me with such force that I was pushed forward
about an inch on the rug.  I'd died and gone to heaven.  A strange howl
came from deep in my lungs.

"Uuungh, yeah, just like that.  You take my ass."  He started to pound my
ass like I never thought possible.  Over and over he reamed me, grinding
every part of my ass.  I forced myself backward to match him at every
thrust, no longer worrying about being careful and delicate.  Every stroke
felt like pure heaven.  I started panting and gasping, concentrating on the
feelings coming from my ass and who was giving them to me.

What a moment to hear keys at the door.  Jose suddenly stopped, and I
looked over my shoulder at him.  "Well, here goes nothing," he whispered,
and resumed his pounding.  I threw myself into it, spreading my legs father
apart, closing my eyes, and throwing my head back, putting on the best show
possible - it wasn't much of a stretch, considering what we had just been
doing.  Jose was right - Carlos must have been trashed; we could hear him
going through every key, missing the key hole several times until he
finally got it right.

The door swung open.  "I'M HOM... oh my god..."  It must have been quite a
sight for Carlos.  From his angle, there was absolutely no doubt about what
was going on.  There we were, fucking like a couple of wild animals in the
middle of the living room floor.  He had a perfect side view of us, and
could no doubt see the length of Jose's cock as it pounded in and out of my
ass.  Jose didn't let up for a second.  Carlos reached behind him and shut
the door, never taking his eyes off us.

"Umm... guys?" Carlos said quietly, clearly a little shaky.  I brought my
head back down and looked over at him.  He was kind of pale.  Jose crammed
himself all the way up me again before he stopped and addressed Carlos.

"Oh.  Hi, Carlos.  How was your night?"  As he said this he very slowly
pulled almost his whole length out of me.  Carlos was hypnotized - his eyes
got wider and wider as each inch emerged from my ass.

"Well, urm... I mean, okay, uh... well, not as good as yours.  I guess."
As soon as the last word leaked out of Carlos' mouth, Jose slammed back
into me like a jackhammer.  I let out another growl and Carlos visibly
jumped about an inch.

"Umm... uh... well, I guess I'll be going to bed now."  I swear he hadn't
blinked once since he came in the door.

"No!  No, Carlos.  Have a beer.  Have a seat.  Look, I rolled a joint for
you there.  Don't mind us, we're just having ourselves a little fun here."
Jose pulled out and slammed back into me again.  Carlos jumped again, like
someone had just given him a static shock.

"Uh, well, it seems like a kind of... um... private fun, know what I mean?"
Still hadn't blinked.

"No, don't be silly.  We're family, right?  Sit down.  We'll be done
eventually."

"Well, umm, John?  You okay with this?"

"Are you kidding?  Relax.  Have a beer."  Carlos wandered off to the
kitchen, rummaged around for a beer, and came back into the living room.

"Didn't bring us one?"  Jose was toying with him.  Carlos wandered off to
the kitchen again, then came back with a couple more.  "Don't forget the
joint there.  Spark up, Carlos.  Takes the edge off.  Just one thing
though."  Jose had started his slow pull out of my ass again.

"Yeah?"

"No clothes.  It's only fair."  As 'fair' left Jose's mouth, he treated me
to another split-second slam back into my ass.  I growled deeply, all the
sound coming from somewhere deep between my throat and my lungs.  Low and
gruff.  Animal noises.  Carlos jumped again - he was really keyed up.

"Umm... alright."  He got up and started to strip off.  His shirt came off
no problem, and he took his trousers off fairly easily.  He hesitated when
he got to his underwear, and it was not difficult to understand why - he
was clearly hard as a rock and there was even a small spot where the precum
had started.  Jose was right.  He was so excited I was willing to bet that
one stroke down his cock would see him exploding in an instant.

"Oh, come on, you're going to be shy when there's people fucking in front
of you?"  Jose had better be careful.  I felt he was in danger of blowing
it.  Wrong again, for in one swift motion Carlos pulled down his briefs and
his dick popped free, standing up at an impressive angle with a glistening
drop forming at the tip.  He sat down on the couch where he had a perfect
view of everything we did and lit the joint.

Never having seen Carlos completely naked, I took this opportunity to look
him over.  He was sitting with his legs spread wide.  His dick was
impressive - not as much as Jose's, but still beautiful.  He had a bushy
forest of pubic hair, and his dick - about 7.5", uncut, and pointing
straight up at his navel - was nice and thick.  I watched as the pearl of
fluid grew at the slit until it finally rolled down, spreading around the
rim of his foreskin.  Another drop immediately started to form at the tip.

Jose, in the meantime, had not let up on my ass.  I looked at Carlos' face
- all his attention was at my back end, watching Jose's dick work its way
up me again and again.  He smoked the joint like it contained all the
oxygen he'd ever be allowed to breathe, and knocked back the beer in
between hits.  Once he had finished his beer he got up to go get another
one.  When he came back I noticed that a drop had started to fall from the
tip of his dick, resulting in a long runner that was just about to hit the
floor.

Suddenly I felt a light tap-tap-tap of Jose's fingers on my right hip, out
of Carlos' vision.  It was time.  Suddenly I lurched forward, freeing
myself of Jose's dick.  I stood up and drank about half my beer.  Carlos
watched my ass the whole time.  I then got back down on my hands and knees,
this time facing Carlos.  I crawled my way closer, Carlos' eyes getting
wider and wider.  Without another word I dropped my head into Carlos' lap
and worked my tongue around his head, collecting all the salty moisture
that had formed there.  I worked around, savoring as much as I could,
digging the tip into his foreskin as much as it would yield.  He let out a
sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan that I had never heard come from
a human being.  There was no turning back now, for me or for him.

Jose had gotten up to drink some of his beer, and was now approaching me
once again.  As I worked my lips and my tongue over Carlos' dick, Jose
started to inch his cock back up into my body.  It felt great to be in the
middle of those two.  Carlos had started panting and making little moaning
noises, and really squirming around a lot on the couch.  I was in heaven.
Jose must have picked up on this, because he whispered, "Carlos."

"Yeah."

"Make him chase it.  He loves that."

"Oh yeah?"  As soon as Carlos heard that, he leaned forward to grab another
swig of his beer.  His dick came forward and then I was crowded by his
abdomen as he leaned over.  I had to angle my head down and to the side,
and really fight to keep it in my mouth.  I was really getting worked up
now.  He sat back and nursed his beer a little bit, and I had free access
like before.  Then the whole cycle repeated as he leaned forward to put his
beer back on the floor.  As he straightened up again he started moving his
ass farther and farther back on the couch so I had to move myself forward
to keep up.  He then stepped up the game a little bit by raising one leg up
and resting it on the couch.  This allowed him to raise his crotch up, so
that I had to crane my neck up to continue to work his dick into my mouth.
Eventually he got the other leg up, and started to tease me by lifting his
cock out of my range, and then lowering just the tip back to rest on my
tongue.  I would work my hardest to suck the head back into my mouth, but
no such luck, for he would lift it back up just as I really started getting
into it.  Carlos was relaxing and enjoying himself now, and it was amazing
to look up at him on the couch and his cock sticking out hard as a rock.

A small smile started to spread across Carlos' face.  He was clearly loving
the idea of me being desperate for his cock, and being able to keep it just
out my reach, making me crazy for it.  He eyes wandered back and forth
between me anxiously pursuing his cock and Jose fucking in and out of me.
Jose was keeping a slow, steady pace now so that he wouldn't suddenly slam
me forward into Carlos as he worked me over.  It felt fantastic.  Carlos
continued to slowly lower himself down until he was just in my reach, let
me work just the head a little bit, then raise himself up.  I thought I was
going to lose it.  Finally he settled back down into the couch and I
immediately took as much of it into my mouth as I could.  I closed my lips
around the shaft tightly, then dragged them back up the length until I
reached the head.  There I started to swirl the tongue all around his head
until I finally dug around his slit with just the very tip of my tongue.
Carlos started moving around on the couch like he was in some kind of sweet
pain.  I kept it up until he finally placed his hand gently on my forehead,
pushing my head back, leaving me panting and struggling to return to what I
was doing.  He relaxed a little bit, then let me go back to it.  I decided
to step things up a bit, and really went to work on his cock - closing my
mouth as tight as I could around him and working my way down, then dragging
my way back up and working his head and slit while he squirmed around and
panted.  I worked my way back up and down a few more times and I heard his
breathing get deep and ragged.  It was time to go for broke.  I worked my
way back up to the tip and worked his head with everything I had.  He
started panting and thrusting his crotch forward.  Suddenly I felt him
lurch and felt a warm blast coating my tongue.  He released again and
again; I couldn't believe he was holding that much in him.  When he finally
relaxed back down into the couch I pulled off and smiled up at him.  He
gave me a small grin and then let his head fall back, taking deep breaths
and winding down, his cock softening and relaxing.

Now that Carlos had been taken care of, I turned my attention back to what
was going on behind me.  Jose had been watching, of course, and was now
free to pound me as he wanted to - and pound he did.  I spread my legs a
little bit and started pushing back into him, and the combined effort
resulted in this delicious slapping sound as Jose slammed into me again and
again.  It awakened Carlos out of his semi-slumber, for he raised his head
back up to watch us in amazement.  His dick had suddenly halted in its
attempt to go flaccid, and noticeably expanded a little bit.  If I watched
carefully I could still see it pulse with each heartbeat.  I looked up into
his eyes and didn't turn away from him once.  Jose stepped up the pace even
more - I wasn't aware such a thing was possible - and pounded at the very
deepest parts of me for what seemed like hours, although I'm sure it was
only a few minutes.

Soon he started progressively taking longer strokes, until he was pulling
his cock almost all the way out and slamming forcefully back into me,
working back and forth over my prostate and bringing my ecstasy up another
level.  At some point I started to feel a build-up - I had always heard
about coming just from getting fucked, but always thought it was one of
those erotic story devices like 13-inch cocks and guys who come in buckets
8 times in a row.  This was no bit of fiction.  I felt a delicious glow
spreading out from somewhere deep in my ass and spread to my balls, which
prompted me to start slamming back harder against Jose in an attempt to
encourage the sensation.  Suddenly I released and let out a yelp.  Carlos'
mouth slowly opened in an expression of shock and disbelief.  Tentatively
he looked down between me and the floor, where he found the confirmation he
was looking for.  I had indeed come just from getting the life reamed out
of me by Jose.  I looked down at Carlos' crotch, and at some point he had
completely hardened up again, and a little drop was glistening away at the
tip and growing.

It wasn't long after that that Jose pushed himself all the way up me and
started a feverish grind deep inside.  He must have been coming, for he
collapsed on top of me, wrapping his arms around my chest while still
working his cock in the deepest parts of me.  Eventually he slowed down to
a crawl and just laid on top of me panting and trying to catch his breath.
After he finally regained control I felt him slip out of me and he relaxed,
sitting back on the floor.  Carlos looked like someone had given him a
lobotomy.  His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were glassy.  Only when
I put my hand on his knee and said "Carlos?" did he snap out of it and look
me in the eyes.  "You doin' okay?"  A small smile spread across his lips.
Apparently he had no intention of speaking.  He only sat staring with a
small grin.

Jose broke the silence.  "Carlos?  Beer?"  Carlos nodded slightly.  "Good.
John?  Ours are fairly warm, right?"  I felt the bottles.  They were.
"Thought so.  Three beers, and some water.  John, if you look over on the
coffee table I think you will find another joint.  Care to get us started?"

"Sure."  I got up, found the joint on the table, and sat down in the chair.
I really wanted to join Carlos on the couch, but thought it might be best
to give him a little space.  Jose came back in with the beer and water on a
big tray, and put it down on the coffee table.  He brought the water over
for us first.

"I think we have all sweated out a bit more water than we can spare.  Drink
up."  I took a big drink of water, waited a second, and then drank the
rest.  After all three of us finished our water Jose took our glasses and
brought us each back a beer.  I took a big swig and then took a moment to
check out Jose.  He stood glistening with sweat, looking so beautiful as he
took the joint from me.  He was halfway between soft and hard, but as he
took a hit from the joint I could see that the blood was rushing to his
dick, slightly pulsing with each heartbeat.  We clearly weren't done yet.
Jose then passed the joint to Carlos, who was still looking slightly dazed
on the couch.  Carlos took the joint, took a big hit and held it in his
lungs as he passed the joint over to me.  He then spread his legs wide,
threw his head back, and exhaled towards the ceiling.  He was hard as a
rock, his beautiful cock pointing to the sky and also pulsing gently as his
heart beat.  The head was fairly slick now, as his excitement had not let
up since he had entered the apartment.

Jose tapped me lightly on the shoulder and nodded his head a little bit
towards Carlos.  It was time.  I settled back into the chair, but stayed
alert in case things got weird.  Jose moved over in front of Carlos, who
was still staring at the ceiling, and then descended to his knees in
between Carlos' legs.  He then place a hand under each of Carlos' legs.
Carlos brought his head forward, looking a little worried, but not
panicked.  Jose then gently raised his legs up until Carlos' asshole was
pointing straight out at Jose.  Lowering his head down, Jose tentatively
took a swipe at Carlos' ass with just the very tip of his tongue.

Carlos let out a low moan and let his head relax back on the couch.  Jose
then got a bit more agressive, licking and working around Carlos' pucker in
a steady ministration of pressure, digging right in the center occasionally
and then working back around the rim.  I got up and put the joint in
Carlos' hand.  He brought it to his lips, took an enormous hit, and then
put his arm back down again.  I decided to leave it with him - he'd
probably want it - and moved to sit back down in the chair, but not before
moving the oil over close to Jose's side.

Jose grabbed the bottle and poured a small amount over Carlos' hole.  He
then started to work at it with his tongue.  Carlos took another big hit
off the joint and held it.  It must have relaxed him a lot, for Jose was
able to start digging his tongue even farther in.  He was really getting
into it now, licking and pushing on Carlos' hole with noticeable
enthusiasm.  He fished around with his hands a little bit until he found
the bottle of oil, never once taking his face away from Carlos' ass.  He
finally found it and got his right hand fairly slick when I heard Carlos
whisper "John."

I looked up and he still had his head back, but was waving the hand with
the joint, which was little more than a roach now.  I grabbed it from him,
dropped it in the ashtray, and sat back down.  Carlos grabbed his own legs
underneath the knees, and then raised and spread his legs high and wide.
This fired Jose on who now was playing with the rim of Carlos' asshole with
his finger in between working it with his tongue.  He then pulled his face
away and only his middle finger remained, slowly pressing inward.  A little
more pressure, and his finger was imedded in Carlos' ass.  It wasn't hard
to figure out the exact moment that Jose found his prostrate; Carlos' eyes
sprang open and a strangled cry escaped from his lips.  I looked back down
and could see Jose's finger working up Carlos' ass in a circular motion -
he was really doing a number on Carlos' prostate, and Carlos responded by
pulling his legs even wider open and panting like a dog on a hot summer
day.

Jose then pulled his finger out and Carlos' head settled back down on the
couch.  After liberally coating his fingers with oil again, he set back to
work with his middle and index fingers.  I took this moment to grab the
bottle and liberally coat my own cock and hand with it.  If I was going to
sit here and watch this, the least I was going to do was enjoy my own body.
I started an extremely slow rhythm on my cock.

Carlos was practically levitating off the couch he was so excited from the
work Jose's two fingers were doing deep inside him.  He was breathing very
heavily now, and I was half afraid that he would start hyperventilating.
Jose was getting exactly what he had hoped for - Carlos was so worked up
now that any moment he would be begging to be fucked.  I couldn't wait to
see that.

Jose didn't even bother extracting his two fingers before adding a third.
Carlos' breathing had settled somewhat, but stepped up again as Jose slowly
worked the third in.  As soon as all three were deeply plugged up Carlos'
ass, Jose started an almost violent rhythm on his prostate.  Carlos was
really worked up now and little moans and squeaks came out of this throat
with each press of Jose's fingers.  I could swear he was almost crying from
the pleasure.  Jose had a wide smile on his face.  He kept it up for a good
five minutes, and I watched as the fluid surged out of Carlos' dick in
little drops and tiny rivers.  Jose was really doing a number on him.

Suddenly, Jose stopped and slowly removed his fingers from Carlos' ass.
Carlos' head sprang up from the back of the couch in an instant.  "No,
please, Jose...please don't stop... please..." as his head slowly settle
back onto the couch and he pleaded to the ceiling.  "Please, Jose..."

This was the moment that Jose had been waiting for.  He liberally coated
his dick with oil and pressed at Carlos' hole.  Carlos evidently could tell
what was coming, for he panted low in his throat "Yeah, Jose, fuck
me... please..."  Jose got that little smile on his face again and stabbed
the head in.  Carlos let out a yelp, and pulled his legs, that he had let
relax a little bit, farther apart.  "YEAH, Jose, please..."

"You want that, Carlos?"

"Please, Jose... fuck me hard..."

"Like this?" he buried another five inches in Carlos' ass.  I thought
Carlos would explode.  He pulled his legs wide, pushed his chest upward,
and his head ground further back into the cushions.

"YEAH, Jose... just like that... oh..."  Jose pressed almost all of what he
had left further up into Carlos.  He then pulled slowly back out, and I
knew where Carlos must have been.  The beautiful agony of having a cock
like that slowly withdrawn from your body.  Jose got almost the whole way
back out and reversed direction, working Carlos slowly for about three
minutes until he was sure that Carlos could take what was coming next.  At
one point Carlos had taken his own dick in his hand, and had it swiftly
slapped away by Jose.  Finally Jose pulled the whole length out, and Carlos
let out something like a small whimper.

Jose waited a full minute before approaching Carlos again, during which
Carlos kept right on quietly pleading.  Jose then started teasing Carlos by
rubbing his dick all around Carlos' ass, occasionally catching just the
head inside his ass and working it ever so slightly.  Carlos was shaking
now, his cock head slick with the moisture that had leaked out.  I couldn't
help it.  I tiptoed over and quickly licked it all off, savoring the taste
of Carlos on my lips.  Carlos gasped and shuddered a bit, and then I went
back to sit in the chair.  This was their scene, after all.

Jose eventually left just the head inside of Carlos and worked his hips
side to side, driving Carlos insane.  Without warning he slammed into
Carlos as hard as he could.  Carlos lurched again, and arched his back so
his chest was sticking high in the air.  As soon as he settled back down,
Jose started up with a brutal pounding.  He worked himself up inside Carlos
with amazing speed.  Carlos was taking it like I couldn't believe, since I
knew Jose had to be bottoming out on each thrust.

After what seemed like an endless pounding, Jose slowed down again.  Carlos
was panting and had started quietly muttering in Portuguese.  Jose pulled
all the way out once again and then slowly went back in, repeating this
cycle several times.  Carlos was quite slack now, and Jose met with
absolutely no resistance as he made his way back inside Carlos' body.  On
one stroke he pushed in as far as he could and then leaned over to whisper
something in Carlos' ear.  I didn't hear what it was, but I could imagine.
Carlos' face looked like he was struggling fiercely, and Jose was steadily
pushing the last inch inward.  Suddenly Carlos let out an unbelievable yell
and Jose slid all the way in.  Carlos' eyes shot open and he was panting
heavily.  "Please!  Wait, Jose!" he gasped.  Jose knew what to do, he
waited there and rubbed his hands all over Carlos' chest and waist, trying
to relax him.

"Okay... I think it's okay now..."  Jose started his motion again.  Slow
and slight at first, and then getting more insistent.  It was like watching
one of those old steam locomotives coming up to speed.  Soon Jose was
pounding him for all he was worth, and Carlos was making low growling
noises as his head fell from side to side.  Suddenly it occurred to me that
his arms were probably quite tired, I could see them shaking, and I walked
over to hold Carlos' legs wide for him.  As I grabbed his ankles he opened
his eyes slightly up at me and gave me a small nod, dropped his arms to his
side, and then went back to concentrating on what was going on in his ass.

Jose kept it up for another good five minutes.  Sometimes slowing down and
long-dicking him, sometimes burying his cock deep up Carlos' ass and
working him over that way.  Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.  Carlos had
given up on his babblings and was now just letting whatever sound his lungs
released come out of his mouth.  He was beyond rational thought.  Jose then
pulled out about halfway, found his prostate with the head of his dick, and
worked that spot at a furious pace.  Carlos started thrashing around on the
couch and let out a mighty yell.  He started to come, the fluid coming out
in lazy spurts that matched the rhythm of Jose's fucking.  Jose leaned down
and licked it off his stomach, then went back to pounding the crap out of
Carlos.

Thirty seconds later it was all over.  Jose had forced himself way up
inside Carlos, thrust a few more times, and then slipped out of him and
collapsed backwards until he was laying spread out on the carpet.  I let
Carlos' legs go and he slowly let them fall back to the floor.  I laid down
near Jose and rested my head on his thigh.  As hot as watching the two of
them was, I felt more than a twinge of jealousy and was quick to reclaim my
territory.  Jose reached down and started running his hands through my
hair.

About half an hour later Jose got up and headed to the bathroom.  I could
hear him start the water, and then he called down the hallway: "Come on you
guys, time to get cleaned up."  I tapped Carlos on the knee and he shakily
got to his feet.  I took his hand in mine and walked both of us into the
bathroom.  We climbed in, Carlos standing between Jose and I.  Quietly we
soaped each other down until we were all cleaner and refreshed.  After
toweling off a bit, we left the bathroom to get dressed.  I climbed into
bed and lay down, and I heard Jose call to Carlos: "Hey, Carlos."

"Yeah."

"Come... stay with us tonight.  I don't want you to be alone."

"Uh, alright."

He quietly walked into Jose's room and lay down next to me, in the middle
of the bed.  Jose lay down on the other side and pushed himself up close to
Carlos and put his arm under Carlos's neck and around his shoulder.  I
moved closer to Carlos, took Jose's hand in one of mine, and laid the other
arm across Carlos' chest.  His heart was beating way too rapidly.  We
didn't speak, and eventually individually pretended that we were sleeping.

At around 4am I got up to take a leak.  When I came back Carlos was quietly
getting up from the bed.

"Carlos?  You okay?"

"Huh?  Yeah.  Just... not drunk anymore.  I'll be in my room."

"Well, okay."

When Jose and I got up in the morning, all we found was a note on the
table: 'I'm taking off for a little bit, but I am okay. Carlos.'

We didn't hear from him for another two days.

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That's it for number three.  Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I
enjoyed writing it.  There will be one more chapter to wrap up the future
for these three guys, and then that will probably be it, unless I have some
epiphany about a new direction.  We'll see.  Comments to:
brenclar@yahoo.com