Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2008 11:24:14 -0700
From: Greg Reese <fbud4u@gmail.com>
Subject: The Finance Officer and Me - Part Four

This story is a mixture of fact and fantasy.  My characters live in a world
where there is no disease so my stories do not involve the use of condoms.
The real world isn't so, practice safe sex, use condoms.

    The knock on the front door jolted me awake.  I wasn't sure if I'd
heard someone knock or it was still a continuation of my dream so I laid on
the couch a few more seconds.  I quickly realized that I was covered in
sweat, had a very hard erection and a painfully full bladder. The knock on
the door sounded again, this time much louder. I got up to answer the front
door, hoping that my bathrobe would cover my hardon. I opened the door and
standing there was my First Sergeant.  "Oh shit," I thought, "My freaking
dream within a dream was really a premonition."  "Jonesy you look like
shit, how are you feeling?" the First Sergeant said.  "I'm better, I think
my fever finally broke so am thinking I'll come in tomorrow and see what
the office looks like." I responded.  "No you won't, you're on quarters for
the week.  It's Thursday, everything is under control and there isn't
anything that can't wait until next week." the First Sergeant said.  "Here,
missus First Sergeant made you her special chicken noodle soup.  It's a
secret recipe that's been in her family for years.  She swears by it and
that it's the cure all for everything." The First Sergeant said as he
handed me the container of soup.  "Thanks First Sergeant, and please send
my thanks to missus First Sergeant." I replied.  We continued to make small
chat for a few more minutes before the First Sergeant excused himself, got
into his car, and headed towards the Orderly Room.  I closed the front
door, put the soup in the refrigerator and headed to the bathroom.  I
stopped as I entered the living as it was this moment in my dreams that
there was another knock on my front door.  I waited for a few more seconds,
the knock never came, so I continued on to the bathroom.  My cock was still
bone hard, the head an angry purple color with pre-cum streaming down the
underside of my dick and onto my balls.  My underwear was soaked with a
mixture of pre-cum and sweat.  Standing at the toilet, I did everything I
could to will my hardon away, but my dick was not taking no for an answer.

    I also realized that it must have been several days since I'd had a
shower as I stunk to high heaven.  I decided to take a long hot shower, I
turned the water on to let the hot water run through the pipes.  There was
no tub, just a very large shower, capable of holding at least three
people. I had just finished taking my soaked clothes off when there was
another knock on the front door.  Sighing, I turned the hot water off and
put my robe back on, my dick still hard as a rock and my bladder still
painfully full.  I got to the bottom of the stairs when the knock sounded
again.  "Just a minute, I'm on my way!" I shouted.  I reached the door,
opened and was surprised to see my Commander standing at the door, dressed
in his physical fitness uniform.  "Captain Miller, what a surprise!" I
said, "Come on in!" I continued as I stepped aside to let him in.  Captain
Miller was an ROTC graduate.  He was a very nice guy, but he always seemed
to be a bit uncomfortable with himself.  He was a tall, skinny, lanky man.
He had good looks, but wore the standard Army issue glasses that make
anyone look like a first class grade A geek.  "Jones, I um, well, I was
running and, we're pretty worried about you, so um, Oh shit." He stammered.
Without saying another word he grabbed me, pulled me to him, leaned down
and forced his tongue in my mouth.  After a quick and very awkward kiss, he
shoved me to my knees and yanked down the front of his shorts and jock
strap.  His dick was rock hard and pointed right at my face.  Before I
could even touch it, he started shooting his load, covering my lips and
chin with his load.  Embarrassed, he pulled his shorts up and ran out of
the house before I could even absorb what had just happened.  I got up,
closed and locked the front door and made my way back upstairs, forgetting
that I still had a face full of fresh cum.  I started the shower one more
time and while I was waiting for the water to get hot, looked in the
mirror.  I looked at the cum that was now dripping off my chin and onto the
front of my bathrobe.  I wiped it up with my finger and began to lick his
load off my finger as well as my lips.  His cum was thick and had a very
acrid, bitter taste to it.  "Hmmm," I thought.  "I wonder what that was all
about and I wonder what the hell he eats to make his cum taste like this."
I still had a raging hardon and knew that trying to piss would be
impossible.  I also knew that trying to cum with a full bladder would also
be impossible.

   I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and just let the hot water of
the shower run over me.  Within a few minutes, I had relaxed enough that I
started pissing, even though I still had a raging hard on.  The stream
flowing out of my dick grew strong and stronger and before long the stream
was actually hitting my chin.  Oddly, I found this to be an incredible turn
on and I began to dip my fingers in my piss stream and started to gently
twist and tug on my nipples.  "This is incredible," I thought to myself.
"Oh man, this feels so fucking good, emptying my bladder, my piss running
down my chest, God, my nipples are so hard and oh man, I could cum like
this." I continued thinking to myself, twisting and tugging harder on my
nipples.  My balls had completely pulled up into me and I honestly thought
that if I just touched the head of my dick I'd start shooting while still
pissing. Because I was hard as a rock and my bladder had been so full, it
seemed like I would never stop pissing.  I continued to lean against the
wall of the shower, enjoying the feeling of this new found experience.  I
finally emptied my bladder and began stroking and caressing my hard cock.
Cock juice was just flowing out of the head of my cock and I slowly jacked
myself off.  I took the middle finger of my left hand, dipped it in my cock
juice and began to play with my ass.  The lips of my hole opened
immediately and started sucking my finger in.  I was in heaven as I began
to fuck myself with my finger.  It had been close to a week since I last
came.  For a horny 18 year old, that was a lifetime.  My orgasm hit me
without warning.  Cum started shooting out of my cock, splashing my chest,
tits, chin in cum.  My legs were shaking so bad I thought I was going to
slip and fall so I squatted down, finger still in my ass, cum still
shooting out of my cock.  The rest of my load simply poured out and over my
cock and ran down and over my hand, coating my pubes and my ball skin.  I
finally quit cumming and started to recover from my orgasm.  "Oh man that
was fierce.  Never had a cum feel THAT good by myself." I thought, panting,
trying to regain my breath.  I calmed down long enough to get the cum
washed off of me.  Getting out of the shower, I realized that I truly did
feel a lot better.  I put on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt; I decided
at the last minute to ditch the underwear, and made my way back downstairs.
I'd also stripped the sheets off my bed as I had soaked those with sweat
several times over the past couple of days and they were reaking as well,
threw them in the wash and proceeded to heat up some of the soup.

   My phone rang while I was waiting for the soup to heat.  "Hello," I
answered, "Thom!  How are you?  How'd the audit go?" I asked.  Thom filled
me in on the audit, said it went great and that he'd gotten to know the
auditor pretty well.  The Finance Office staff had done so well that the
base commander had granted the staff four days of administrative leave as a
reward.  He and the auditor were going to head to Reno for the weekend and
celebrate.  "OK, have a great time." I said, a little disappointed that I
wouldn't be seeing Thom anytime soon.  I hung up the phone and stared into
thin air, I couldn't help but feel a little angry with Thom.  "Was this the
green eyed monster of jealousy rearing it's ugly head?" I thought.
Suddenly I was no longer hungry and as I was pouring the soup back into the
container, realized that tears were beginning to stream down my cheeks.
"Stop it, you big baby." I argued to myself.  "You're a fuck buddy to him
and that's all.  He's made no committment to you and is free to screw
whomever he wants." I continued.  This, of course, was assuming that the
auditor was gay himself and that they would indeed be spending the weekend
gambling, fucking and gambling. I went to the phone and dialed the First
Sergeant's number at the orderly room.  The First Sergeant answered after
the second ring; I again thanked him for the soup, lied and said was very
good and I would have the rest for dinner and then proceeded to ask if it
would be OK to go to the Post Exchange.  I explained that I was feeling a
lot better and really felt I needed to get out of the house for a little
bit and that I was thinking about buying a TV.  In the Army, when a doctor
places you on quarters, it is a lawful order and it means just that, stay
home and get better.  If you violate those orders, then you are subject to
punishment under the Uniform Code of Military Justice, this was why I was
asking for permission.  The First Sergeant agreed but said I had one hour
and that was that, and that he'd be calling me to make sure I was back home
within that hour.  I agreed and hung up the phone.  I didn't even bother to
change clothes, just threw on some socks, grabbed my ratty old sneakers and
a jacket and practically ran out the door.

   I was about halfway to the Post Exchange when my bladder filled, yet
again.  Once inside the Post Exchange I glanced at the clock, I had excatly
45 mintues to get in and get back home.  I made my way towards the mens
room.  There were two urinals and two stalls and standing at the second
urinal was one of the Military Police guys I worked with.  Privacy in the
Army back then was unheard of.  You were lucky to find a restroom that had
doors on the stalls, the urinals never had a dividing wall between them.
Any genuine cock lover could get an eyeful of dick at any given time just
by heading to the urinals.  Corporal Fernando Rodriguez was the MP standing
next to me.  Rodriguez, or Tank as the other MPs called him, was five foot
seven and was 200 pounds of solid muscle.  Bodybuilding was a hobby for him
and his body was absolutely beautiful to look at.  Tank was from Puerto
Rico.  His father was Puerto Rican and his mother was Swedish, and Tank had
gotten the best of both parents.  His skin was a natural light tan with the
dark brown eyes that seemed to stare into your soul, promising you of a
wild fuck if you were lucky enough.  He had the jet black hair of his
father but lacked the machismo arrogance, instead he had the best traits of
the Swedish personality, fun loving, outgoing, congenal.  His thighs and
arms were massive, with a barrel chest that tapered into a size 30 inch
waist.  His ass was perfectly sculpted, two beautiful mounds of flesh that
his Olive Greens just molded around.  As I stepped up to the urinal, we
both nodded to one another, acknowledging each other's presence.  Silence
was golden at the Army urinals, it was an unwritten rule that Army men did
not converse at the urinal.  I unzipped and proceeded to do my business,
face forward, staring at the wall.  I caught movement out of the corner of
my and turned my head just enough to see what Tank was doing.  He had
stepped back far enough from the urinal to give me a perfect view of his
prized possessions.  Tank had completely zipped open the front of his pants
and had tucked the waist band of his boxers up under his balls.  My mouth
watered as I took in the sight of his uncut cock.  Soft, he had to be at
least seven inches long and thick, very thick.  He had shucked back his
skin just enough so I could see part of the head of his cock.  I noticed
that he trimmed his pubes and his balls were shaven.  I also noticed that
he had quit pissing and was just standing there, holding his cock.  I
glanced over to see him staring right at me, a slight smirk on his face,
his eyes begging for me to reach over and grab a hold of his dick.  He
motioned for me to step back, which I did.  I had immediately sprung
another boner, he gazed at my cock.  Whomever was in the stall had finished
their business as we heard the toilet flush.  We both zipped up and headed
out of the rest room before our mystery guest could find us.

   I quickly looked at the clock, I had exactly 30 minutes left before I
had to head home.  I zoomed over to the electronics section and began to
browse the TVs.  "So whatcha looking for?" I heard a voice say.  "Duh!  A
TV" I replied without even looking to see who was talking to me.  I felt
someone walk up behind me, lean in and softly say, "Geez, you flash your
dick at a guy and this is the thanks you get." I recognized the voice of
Tank immediately and turned, bright red from embarassment.  "Tank, geez
man, I'm so sorry!" I said.  Laughing he said it was OK, and asked if he
could help me out.  "Actually, yes you can.  I'm on quarters, the First
Sergeant let me out of my cage for an hour and I have exactly 25 minutes
now to get a TV and get home before he calls to check in on me.
Unfortunately, I don't know jack shit about electronics." I said.  "I'll
help you out," Tank said.  "This is the one you want, here, let's get it,
we can put it in my truck and I'll drive you back home.  We'll be back in
plenty of time." Tank said as he reached for a box.  I had paid for the TV,
we brought it home, set it up on my coffee table steamer trunk and had it
going when the First Sergeant called.  Satisfied that I'd been a good boy,
he hung up.  I walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch
next to Tank.  "You feel like having some beer?" Tank asked.  "Sure!" I
said, but the fridge is empty, haven't been out doncha know." "No problem,
I'll go get some and be right back." Tank said, standing to leave.  "Oh
Tank, just one rule I have in my house.  No one drinks and drives, so if
we're going to have some beer, bring along a change of clothes." I said.
Tank turned, his face lit up, and agreed.  He then left to get beer and
clothes and before he left said he'd be back in about 45 minutes.  He also
asked if I'd mind if he brought along a buddy, again, giving me that
mischevious smile, he said I'd like him too.  I smiled back and off he
went.  I had just enough time to make sure that I was clean as a whistle.
I needed cock right now and I figured if Thom could play so could I so I
set about getting myself ready for what hoped to be a sex filled night.

   True to his word, Tank returned, two cases of beer in hand and another
Military Police member who we simply called Moose.  (No, nicknames in the
military aren't very imaginative).  Moose was a body building buddy of
Tanks.  Moose was 100% pure blooded Irish.  Flaming red hair, pale fair
skin, gorgeous deep green eyes and like Tank, a body to die for.  Standing
side by side, Moose and Tank were body twins.  Tank had also stopped at the
local pizzaria and had brought a couple of pizza's with him.  "Can't drink
on an empty stomach!" Tank said.  Tank and Moose had managed to find a
football game on the TV.  I hated watching sports but watching these two
hunk of men slap each other's ass, twist each other's nipples or some other
display of primordial male behavior each time a score was played turned me
on to the point of no return.  Both men seemed to down one beer after
another while I managed to nurse on mine.  It didn't take long before the
first case of beer was empty and they were halfway through the second.  I
also noticed that they were beginning to show the first stages of being
buzzed and was glad that I had insisted the stay over.  If nothing else
happened this night, at least I knew they were safe.  I also noticed that
as much beer as they drank, neither one was going to the bathroom.  I had
managed to polish off three and it seemed like I was having to piss every
two minutes.  The game finally ended and the second case of beer was gone.
"Now what happens?" I silently wondered.  "Be right back, gotta get more
beer" Moose slurred.  "No, you're not driving to get more beer Moose,
you're already buzzed.  Besides, I hid both of your keys." I replied in my
best Mother Hen stern voice I could muster.  "No worries, got another case
in the truck along with good Irish Whiskey." Moose replied.  He turned to
Tank and they both shared an knowing glance, as though silently they had
managed to pass along what the next move was going to be.  Somehow I
managed to pick up some sort of vibe from those two and once again, my cock
sprang to life.  Moose went to the truck, brought back the beer and the
whiskey and asked where my glasses were.  I told him and he soon returned
with a beer for each of us and two shots of Irish Whiskey.  Moose held up
the whiskey, offered an Irish toast that had something to do with the road
always meeting your feet.  We downed our shots of whiskey.  The flavor was
incredible and so smooth, there was no fire at the back of your throat that
caused you to immediately go into a fit of coughing and gasping.  Two more
shots were poured followed by another Irish toast.  I didn't know how the
Tank and Moose felt but I was completely buzzed and ready for anything they
could possibly give me.

   I was taking a gulp of my beer when the games began.  Tank and Moose
began flexing and posing for me.  Each time they changed positions an
article of clothing was removed.  I loved seeing the contrast of skin color
with the two men.  Being bodybuilders they also shaved their arm pits,
looking at their flexed biceps and triceps with hairless arm pits turned me
on to the point where my cock, once again, started producing a river of
precum. It wasn't long before both men had stripped to their posing
straps. The straps they wore resembled a G-string, only without the line of
fabric running up their ass.  They both approached me, turned around and
bent over in front of me.  As muscular as their ass cheeks were, they
naturally parted, giving me a perfect view of their shaved, smooth ass
holes.  I leaned forward, inhaling the masculine sent and began licking
Moose's hole.  While I going to town on Moose's ass, I dipped my finger
into my river of pre-cum and began fingering Tanks hole.  Both men moaned
and leaned towards each other and started kissing one another, their
tongues in a fiery dual with each other.  Both men stood, picked me up and
proceeded to carry me upstairs.  They laid me down on my bed, told me to
stay put and headed to the bathroom.  A few minutes later they came back in
remarking on how large my shower was for such an old house.  They walked
back over and began to remove my clothes, I felt dwarfed by the massiveness
of each man and a little insecure about my own body.  I was definitely in
shape, but nothing compared to these two.  Tank picked me up and as I
wrapped my legs around his waist, he proceeded to shove his tongue down my
throat and carry me to the shower.  Moose quickly followed behind and all
three of us were soon standing on the cold tile of the shower.  Tank and I
continued to kiss and Tank slowly lowered me so that the tip of his uncut
cock was poking at the entrance to my ass.  I could feel his own river of
cock juice as he slid his dick back and along my hole, lubing me for entry.
My ass lips flexed, trying to grab the head of his cock so I could start
sucking his dick into my hole.  God how I ached to feel either of them in
my ass.  Tank let me down gently and proceeded to lay down in the shower on
his back.  Moose reached for and guided me to his arm pit where I proceeded
to lick his pit.  He tasted so clean and fresh and there was not any hint
of razor stubble scraping my tongue.  I felt a tongue dipping in my piss
slit and knew it was Tank licking at the cum honey I was producing for him.
Moose guided me to his other arm pit where I proceeded to do the same.
After getting his pit good and soaked, he leaned down and began kissing me
with the same fierceness that Tank had done previously.

   Every nerve ending of my body was on fire; each touch, kiss, lick,
nibble took me to a higher level of ectasy.  My cock was rock hard and flat
against my stomach.  Moose guided my head down to his nipple where I
started licking and sucking on his dime sized nipples.  Moose pulled me off
his nipples and I realized that at some point one of the two had placed a
can of shaving cream and a razor in the shower.  I shuddered in pure
delight at the prospect of what both men had in mind.  Tank reached for the
can of shaving cream and began lathering up my balls and, bending me over,
the crack of my ass.  Once I was lathered, Moose proceeded to gently and
carefully shave my balls clean and was working on my ass.  I was moaning
and sighing like crazy.  Moose put the razor down and stepped away while
Tank got the shower going.  Warm water began cascading down and over my
cleanly shaved balls and in the crack of my ass.  While the shaving cream
was being rinsed away, Moose took a pair of scissors and cut my pubes.  I
was completely groomed by now and couldn't believe how much larger my cock
and balls appeared.  Tank grabbed me, lifted me up and together we gently
lowered ourselves to the shower floor.  I could feel the tip of his uncut
cock poking at the entrance of my hole and as we made our way down to the
floor, I managed to get half of his cock inside me.  It felt so good having
a dick up my ass again and I shuddered at the pure delight.  Once we were
situated on the floor, I finished taking the rest of Tank's cock up my ass
and I just sat there.  Enjoying his hardness inside while at the same time
allowing my ass muscles to fully relax.  Moose came over and stood in front
of me, his hard cock right at mouth level.  He gently grabbed my head and
titled it up so that I was looking right in his eyes.  "Are you ready for
the next step?" he asked.  I simply nodded.  Moose then looked down at Tank
and asked him the same question, to which Tank replied with his agreement.
"Open your mouth, but do not place it on my cock." Moose said.  I did as I
was told.  Moose aimed his hard dick towards my mouth and let his bladder
muscles relax.  I was immediately rewarded with a stream of piss right in
my mouth.  I started swallowing as fast as I could, the beer and whiskey
had given his piss a sweet flavor.  I immediately locked my lips around his
head, I didn't want to waste a single drop.  While Moose was feeding me his
piss, Tank had let go of his own stream and was flooding my ass with his
piss.  I could feel the warm stream filling me up and instictively I began
to ride his cock.  I realized that my own bladder was full and so I too let
loose with my own stream of piss.  Tank grabbed my cock and guided so that
I stream of flowing right into his own mouth.  I glanced down to see him
letting my piss wash over his face, over his chest, on his tits.  I could
also feel his piss start leaking out of my own ass and given the way were
positioned, it must have been flowing out and over his balls. Moose's
bladder was soon empty as was Tanks and my own.  I swallowed what was left
of Moose's piss and let the remainder of Tanks flow out of my ass.  "God
that was hot guys!" I panted.  "Oh, we aren't done yet." Tank replied.
Moose reached over, turned the water off and proceeded to pick me up off of
Tank.  Tank's cock plopped out of my ass and what little piss was left
inside poured back down over his cock.  His cock flexed and I could see a
couple beads of cum shoot out of the head.  We dried off and moved the
action to the bedroom.  Moose ran downstairs, buck ass naked, and came back
up with three more shots of Whiskey.  One glass had an extra shot it in and
that was passed to me.  We downed the whiskey and both men climbed on the
bed.  Facing each other, they intertwined their legs and laid back.  The
sight was incredible, there they lay, cock against cock, balls against
balls.

   Tank instructed me to come over and straddle his face, he wanted to get
my hole good and open for the next round.  I quickly climbed on my bed and
proceeded to sit on his face.  While Tank was going to town on my hole, I
leaned forward, grabbed both their dicks and began trying to fit them both
in my mouth.  The best I could manage was to get the tips of their heads in
my mouth.  I immediately began licking their piss slits and was quickly
rewarded with a mixture of their pre-cum.  Just as the beer and whiskey had
sweetened their piss, so it had also sweetened their pre-cum.  The two men
were grinding their crotches against one another while I licked and sipped
on the tips of their cocks.  "Get ready!" Moose shouted and I was
immediately rewarded with another round of their piss of which I instantly
swallowed.  Tank moved his mouth off my hole and instructed me to straddle
Moose.  Moose feasted on my hole for a few more minutes then proceeded to
start inserting fingers into my ass.  Moose's fingers were long and thin
where as Tanks were short and thick.  It wasn't long before Moose had four
fingers in my hole and I was bucking and grinding my ass on his hand.  My
cock was rock hard and I was coating Moose's stomach with a layer of my own
pre-cum.  Tank somehow, from where I do not know, produced a bottle of
poppers for me to inhale.  The poppers and Moose's fingers sent me to
another level of ectasy that I didn't know existed.  Satisfied that Moose
had me opened enough, he withdrew his fingers from my ass.  What I didn't
know was that I had actually taken half his hand in my ass, as Moose would
later tell me.  Moose produced a bottle of lube, again from where I don't
know, and proceeded to lube both he and Tank up.  While Moose was getting
the to cocks ready, Tank was having me inhale more poppers.

   Satisfied they were good and lubed, the both guided me to where I was
squatting over both their cocks.  I knew what was next and wasn't sure I
would be able to do this.  Slowly I began to squat down until I felt the
heads of both cocks at the entrance to my hole.  I grabbed the lube and
placed a generous amount of lube on and in my ass.  It was clear the men
wanted me to sit on both of their cocks together, but I wasn't so sure I
could accomodate that.  Taking another hit of poppers I continued to lower
my ass onto both cocks.  I felt their heads push and stretch my hole wider
than I thought was possible.  Maybe it was the combination of beer, whiskey
and poppers, but there was very little pain as both of heads of the cocks
slid past my anal ring and into my ass.  I stopped moving once I got past
the two cock heads.  I was as full as I'd ever been and I loved it.  No
pain, no discomfort, just pure bliss.  I looked down, just to make sure I
really was riding two cocks at once.  A river of pre-cum poured out of my
piss slit, running down the underside of my cock, coating my balls and
their balls with my sweet nectar.  Because of the way I was straddling
them, I could only see Tank's face, my back was to Moose.  I gazed at
Tank's face, his eyes were closed and he was mumbling things in Spanish
that I had no idea what he was saying.  I could hear Moose's voice behind
me telling me how good my ass felt around his cock and how hot it was
feeling Tank's dick against his while my ass sucked both men in.  I closed
my eyes and began riding both cocks.  It wasn't long before I had taken
them both down to the base of their cocks.  The pressure of both heads on
my prostrate was causing cum to run from my cock without even having an
orgasm.  I can't tell how good their cocks felt inside me nor can I tell
you how long I rode them.  I was completely lost within my own sense of
erotica.  I could hear both men groaning, shouting, begging me to ride
their cocks harder, they needed to cum so bad.  Cum continued pouring from
my cock because of the pressure on my prostate.  I was not only coating my
own cock and balls in cum but it was also coating both of their balls in
cum, adding to their pleasure as well as mine.  Their shouts of ectasy and
swearing reached a crescendo as both men hit their orgasm.  I could both
cocks shooting in my ass, firing cum so far in me that I swear I could
taste it in the back of my throat.  I rode them harder, my own orgasm
rapidly approaching.  As they were calming down, I hit my peak.  I
screamed, my eyes rolled in the back of my head and I shot cum everywhere.
My cock was so hard against my own stomach that I was literally hitting
myself in the face and hair with my own load.  I bucked, shuddered,
screamed, I was so loud that Tank had to cover my mouth for fear the
neighbors would hear me.  My orgasm seemed to last forever, finally I
started coming down off my erotic high.  Both Tank's and Moose's cocks had
softened and had plopped out of my ass.  I fell over onto Tanks chest,
panting, moaning, still shuddering.  I felt empty not having their cocks in
me but yet so full.

    The three of us had drifted off into a post cum sleep.  When I woke up,
both men had left.  Morning had arrived and as I slowly wakened, my mind
began to replay the events of the day before.  I reached down to feel my
ass, I wasn't sore but my lips were still open and parted, cum still
leaking out.  I ran my hands over my chest, face and hair, feeling my own
dried load.  I laid there, content, still replaying the pornographic movie
in my head.  I couldn't believe what had happened and how far I'd been
willing to go.  The thought of Thom was still there and for a brief moment,
a sense of guilt.  Had I cheated on someone who I didn't know where I
stood?  Was it cheating when you were only fuck buddies to begin with?  I
had no answers to those questions, nor did I want any answers.  I was
satiated for the moment.  I got up, went to the shower, turned on the water
and proceeded to get cleaned up.  I dressed again in sweat pants and a
T-shirt, made my way down stairs to make some coffee.  As I entered the
kitched, there on the counter was a half full bottle of Irish Whiskey with
a note that read, "Words cannot describe last night.  Tank and I have
fantasized about this for as long as we've known each other but have never
found anyone willing or able to fulfill our fantasy.  Thanks for a wild
ride!  Let me know if you're up for more, we have another buddy who just
might like to join in.  Talk with you soon.  Moose."

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