Date: Mon, 21 May 2012 17:22:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roommates adjust part two

Roommates Adjust

Part Two

Park Jackson, Elsewhere

These characters and their actions exist in the imagination of the author
and are meant to reflect no one nor to condemn or condone any practice
contained herein. As usual, if this kind of story is illegal where you live
please do not read it; likewise, if you don't like this kind of story, why
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the characters in this story are immune to disease and suffer no physical
or psychological harm unless I, the omniscient author, want them to. Play
safe, and if you do get into this kind of wild, make sure all the
participants are willing; remember that it's just for fun.



Park Jackson is Danny and Benny's floor mate; his father was black and his
mother Vietnamese; he is bisexual, very versatile and totally cool. He is
about five feet eight inches tall and one hundred thirty-five pounds; dark
eyes, dark slightly kinky hair kept in a neat high and tight; absolutely
smooth light milk chocolate skin, his cock is around eight and a half
inches and uncut; he has a gorgeous ass thanks to his paternal genetics and
a tight defined body thanks to the gymnastics and MMA that he'd mercilessly
trained in since he was six years old. In moments of reflection, Park would
admit to being something of a slut, and completely open and
fair-minded. Since has he developed pretty good mental discipline, he's
secure in himself and not really susceptible to head-games.

He met the new guy Rice on the stairs—a definite cutey—as he was
heading into town for a weekend of sex and bromance with his civilian fuck
buddy Nate.

"How's it going?" Rice asked.

"Heading out to get laid; so, I'd say pretty fuckin' great."

"Don't rub it in."

"See you Monday." Park resumed descending the steps.

"See you Monday," Rice echoed and went through the door to their floor.

Park continued his journey to the parking lot. Nate, that boy was a real
find, Park thought to himself. A total suffer boy here in North Carolina;
six feet two inches tall, one hundred seventy pounds, a long curly mop of
sun bleached golden hair, a tight body with a perpetual tan, heartbreaking
hazel eyes, a think nine inches and a beautiful muscular butt. Easy-going
and mellow, but a sex machine whenever the chance arose; pleasant and smart
enough to hold a conversation with in between fuck sessions—a totally
perfect fuck buddy!

"Hey ya Jackson,"

Park was jarred from his reverie. Rivera, his other floor mate was walking
toward him to the barracks.

"What's up?" Park said.

"Nada; Have you seen my roomie?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I just saw him on the stairs."

"Coo, have a good night dude." Rivera sauntered past.

"You too dude," Park replied over his shoulder as he reached his car—a
Jeep Wrangler—hopped in and took off.

Park was headed to Nate's apartment where he planned to spend the night and
early morning fucking him in every position that two men could get into; it
had been a stressful week following the field problem and the two weeks
prior had in the woods, so Park had some pent up sperm to get rid of and
some tension to release. Usually they flipped and traded, but not this
Friday night. Saturday would be what it would be—but tonight, Park was
gonna be a non-stop fucking top machine—no negotiation.

Fate was smiling on Park Jackson that night; nothing slowed him down, no
traffic, no traffic lights, and no cops. He zipped across town and was
parking his Jeep in Nate's parking lot in record time. He barely remembered
to shut it off and take the keys with him; he was practically running up
the stair to Nate's door. It wasn't locked so Park pushed his way through
into the living room. Nate was sprawled across the couch wearing nothing
but basketball shorts

"Dude," was all he could say before Park descended on him like a swarm.

Park took Nate's left nipple in his mouth, bit and tongued it then
slithered down his body to briefly tongue his belly button; then yanked the
front of his shorts down, briefly engulfed his big cock, then rolled him
off the couch and humped his ass through their clothes.

"I'm not gonna waste a nut in my pants—don't move," Park instructed; he
stood up, shoved his pants down around his ankles, snatched up the small
can of Crisco that Nate used for jack-off lube, from the end table and
shellacked his rock-hard dark brown dick. Nate slid his shorts off and took
a finger-full to grease his slot. Without further ceremony, Park eased his
cock into Nate's ass and was soon pounding away at an unsustainable
pace. After about three or four minutes, park felt his orgasm build past
the point of no return.

"Here it comes!" Park gasped, and snarled something in Vietnamese as a
torrent of sperm blasted from his dick into Nate's greedy ass. As his
orgasm subsided, Park slid his still hard dick from Nate's ass, and flopped
on the couch.

"Dude," Nate said as he stood up and straddled Park; he briefly stroked his
cock and then shoved into Parks mouth just as his nut exploded. Park
gobbled it down like it was the nectar of the gods, and Nate flopped down
on the couch next to him.

"Dude, that's one bitchen hello."

Park chuckled and pulled Nate's face to his and began tongue kissing him in
earnest; he enjoyed the lingering taste of his own nut in Nate's
mouth. Then Nate pulled away from him as he looked past Park.

"You know, we really should make sure the door's closed and the drapes are
drawn if we're gonna fuck around in the front room."

"At least the security door is closed, but with the TV and the kitchen
light . . . Yeah, horniness one, good sense zero."

"Speaking of horniness," Nate said, "you ready to fuck me in the shower?"

"Did you have to ask?" Park started to close the door, but thought better
of it; let `em look, he thought to himself as he stripped and after a
minute or two to let Nate take care their last fuck, followed him into the
bathroom.

Nate turned the water on and adjusted it to the right temp and got in with
Park in tow; they washed each other carefully, making sure that each set of
genitalia was absolutely clean. Then Nate thoroughly soaped Parks
boy-reamer and his own ass, and offered his spread to Park; he did not
hesitate, but slid in and started pumping. Nate knew this was going to be a
long enjoyable fuck, so he settled in and began playing with his dick, and
reaching under to tickle Park's sac and crotch.

The water suddenly turned cold—they quickly rinsed the soap off and got
out—with a quick squirt of lotion though, they swiftly picked up where
they'd left off, with Nate bent over the toilet. With silent precision,
they changed position, with Nate on his back on the toilet and his ankles
on Park's shoulders; Park loved this position because he could see Nate's
nut squirt all over his torso and face. After a few moments Park was
rewarded with seeing Nate splash himself all over, and hit his own mouth
twice! That was all it took to push Park over the edge; his gushed into
Nate's ass and it seemed to draw his life-force with it.

"Oooooh Fuuuuuck!" he groaned, "that was IN tense!"

Nate just smiled as he scooped up his come and slurped it off his
fingers. They disentangled and rinsed of in the shower separately; then
wrapped in towels they adjourned to the couch.

"After a work-out like that," Nate said, "I need a snack," and sauntered to
the kitchen.

There was a pizza box on the kitchen table, he flipped it open, put two
pieces each on two paper plates and grabbed two sodas from the fridge,
placed all on the coffee table and sat down next to Park. Park bolted the
pizza down before he even knew it;

"Got anything else?"

"Not cooked, payday is next week."

"Chow run?"

"Shaa . . ."

Park had a few clothes at the apartment, and slipped on a pair of gym
shorts and flip-flops. Nate pulled his discarded basketball shorts back on
and barefoot headed out the door with Park. They hopped into Nate's bright
yellow Chevy Colorado pick-up and headed for an all-night taco stand. Once
they arrived and parked, a swishy twink carhop sashayed to Nate's window to
take their order.

"Hey guys. Whatcha gonna have?" he said with a slight lisp, and then added,
"Me I hope!"

"Maybe for dessert," Nate said, "but for now gimme a number twelve and two
extra-large cokes."

"Okay, I'll make sure Roscoe rushes it," the twink lisped and switched away
to the kitchen.

"Let's give the kid a show when he comes back," Park suggested.

"Bichen dude," Nate responded and shucked off his shorts. Park laughed out
loud as he pushed his shorts off too. They play with each other's dicks and
were bone hard when the carhop came back

"Here we are, a number—; "he almost dropped the tray but quickly
recovered, "You both have those permitted I hope?" he lisped as he admired
what made Nate and Park's boys. Then turned and went to take other orders;
he glanced at the boys rather furtively from time to time. They caught his
eye when they were finished so he could take the tray. He nodded then
disappeared into the kitchen, then walked to the truck carrying to large
shakes. When he arrived, he passed the shakes to Nate and then took the
tray off the window.

"Okay, a number twelve and two large cokes, is $13.50."

"Let me grab my money," Park said as shifted around so his back was to the
window, then with one knee on the floor boards and one on the seat leaned
forward, splitting his cheeks for the carhop and pulled a twenty dollar
bill from his pocket and passed it between his legs to Nate, and resumed
his seat.

Nate took the bill, and laid it across his dick.

"Oops, can you grab that for me."

The boy squealed a little and seemed to have a little trouble getting a
good hold of the twenty, but finally got a good grasp and put it in his
shirt pocket.

"I would love to be the link between you in a three-way sometime," he said,
"here's my number. I would love to be spit roasted by you two. Gotta go,"
and he swished away.

"Wow," Park said.

"Damn Dude, that was . . . awesome."

"Hey let's go have our shakes at the landing."

Nate gave him a crooked smile and off they went still both bare assed
naked. The landing was something of an open secret gay cruise spot. It was
also a real boat landing and a fishin' hole during part of the
day—fishermen it seemed would rather have gay guys doing whatever away
from the water than they would have boaters scaring off the fish; nobody
reported anything that went on there—as long as it wasn't too blatant.

It was after one in the morning when they got there, so even the hardcore
cruisers had given up and they had the place to themselves. Nate parked as
close to the water as he could.

"Let's get out and have our shakes," Nate said and slid out the door still
naked, and walked around to Park's side of the car. Park got out and
stepped close to Nate; he then took a spoonful of his shake and smeared it
on his right nipple. He then licked and sucked it back off as Nate stood on
his tip-toes and hissed his approval. Then Nate did the same to Park—and
back and forth it went until each got a partial blowjob before the
milkshakes ran out. At this point, Nate paused the action.

"Let's go swimming," he said, "I'll grab the towels."

As Nate went to the truck, Park headed down to the river and waded in. He
dunked himself, and swabbed all the stickiness from his body, and felt Nate
engulf him in his arms from behind. They played around in the water,
getting increasingly erotic, until Park couldn't stand it further and
grabbing Nate's hand, led him to shore; once there he pushed Nate to his
knees and dove tongue first into his ass. Within seconds Nate was moaning
like a bone dry deuce-and-a-half transfer case. Park licked and sucked,
nipped and tongue fucked that whole until he got a cramp in his jaw. He
then leaned back on his haunches, lacquered his tool with spit and slid
into the still moaning Nate. Then he started fucking for all he was worth;
after a long while, Park withdrew, turned Nate on his back and resumed
fucking. All too soon, Nate once again came all over his torso and once
again shot into his own mouth. That again pushed Park over the edge, and
nutted from the depths of his soul. Park literally fell onto his side,
exhausted; Nate slipped back into the river and called Park in after a
moment. Park followed and let the cold water revive him. They got out and
grabbed the towels, dried and got back into Nate's truck, again not
bothering with their shorts.

They drove back to Nate's place, and dared each other to streak to the
apartment. Park grabbed his towel and shorts and was gone like a shot. Nate
locked up the truck and followed. They got into the apartment sans
incident, and were soon cashed out on the couch. They flipped through the
channels a few times and settled on Sports Center, soon though, they were
making out and fondling one another; then, Nate started sucking Park, and
then he went to work on his ass—Park was rolled up on his shoulders,
stroking, as Nate gorged himself on his ass.

"I'm cumming Bud," Park rasped out. In a flash, Nate had his mouth around
his dick and was swallowing Parks thin nut.

"Oh, fuck that was hot," Park gasped as soon as he recovered his
voice. After a beat, he dove on Nate's pre-stroked rod and after a minimal
effort got Nate's ball juice in return.

"That was the most fun I've had without a roller-coaster being involved."

"I think I'll have to fuck you on my surfboard to see if that's true."

"Why do you have a surfboard here in Fayetteville?"

"Dude, I'm a surfer fur shure."

"Whatever, let's go to bed," Park said with a huge yawn.

"Kheh brah."

Park went to the bedroom and crawled in; Nate, after a quick piss, slid in
behind him. He glanced at the clock; it was Four o'clock in the morning. He
stretched, yawned and snuggled down behind Park and was asleep in seconds.

That's it for part duex, I hope you enjoyed it; I already have part three
on tap. Benny's true nature comes out, but not on Danny yet. And later,
Park and Nate continue to indulge their addiction to danger sex, and take
the carhop twink up on his offer. Thanks for reading this story, more will
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