Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2010 22:09:49 -0400
From: Ike Xenophon Rosen <oldtimer25@gmail.com>
Subject: SERIES - The Tall Ships - Part TWO

The Tall Ships
Part 2

Annual "Fleet Week" here in New York has reminded me of the first similar
friendly "invasion" by horny seamen, during the Bicentennial Celebration of
July 4, 1976, for a display of "The Tall Ships", a parade of large and
impressive sailing vessels, most of them used for training by the navies of
various nations, that came into our harbor and sailed up the Hudson River,
escorted by a number of more modern naval ships from both the US Navy and
other countries, in honor of the 200th anniversary of the American
Revolution. There were not only thousands of American naval service men in
town that week, but sailors from at least a half dozen different
countries. Many of them were cadets in their country's Naval Academy, and
were quite young. ALL of them were in superb condition, and in most were
pretty hot looking. A surprising number of them hit town looking for cock,
not pussy. These are the continuations of my memories of my encounter in
the Rambles with two particular "Tall Ships", and the adventures that
followed after Lars and Olaf shared the honor of taking my blue-collar ass
cherry, with their expert seduction skills.

My roommate had found a sailor, too: a shy looking black one. Olaf had
overheard the sounds of fucking from Johnny's room, which made me happy for
my usually very selective totally bottom buddy, another working class man
struggling with coming out.

I had fallen asleep entangled in the limbs of the remarkably handsome and
virile Swedish sailors who had I had willingly given my ass to for the
first time. They were the two most handsome men I had ever encountered,
almost identical blonde Viking seamen who towered over my 6 foot tall
frame, and had the magnificent bodies of Nordic sex-gods. Their command of
English was minimal, to say the least, but we managed to communicate our
sexual desires to each others, and I managed to make them aware of my
virgin status, and of my eagerness, after their practiced and skilled
tag-team seduction had made my ass more than willing, to let them pillage
my untried butt. I had not been sorry for my decision.

After careful warming up and coaching, Lars had taken my ass first. His
very thin 11" cock was beautifully curved, and had the longest foreskin I
have ever seen on a man, before or since. If his cock had not been so thin,
I might have been anxious about him deflowering my ass. He loved to have
that foreskin chewed on, and he had the strongest tasting head-cheese I
have ever encountered. When we were in the 69 position, the curve of his
prick made it slide right down my throat until his balls hit my nose, and I
taught him to love to have his nuts batted around and pulled on. He was the
dominant member of this Viking invasion team, and although he encouraged me
to slowly lower myself onto his dick at first to get used to a dick in my
virgin ass, once the real fucking started, there was a definite aspect of
conquest in his eyes.

Olaf could never have been the first to fuck me, even though I liked him
better from almost the beginning. His cut dick was a lovely 9" long - and
was also just about 9" in diameter! It wasn't a beer can of a cock - it was
a fucking tree trunk! But the reddish-blonde hunk was fun, and supportive
and even arranged it so that I surprised Lars by fucking his ass while he
was wiped out from fucking me (he made no objection once I started.). He
also had a certain extraordinary oral "trick" that he performed....

Soon after we met, both men had made it clear that they intended to spend a
lot of their leave time during the following week in my bed and in my ass,
and as far as I was concerned, these two almost perfect specimens of
masculinity could just move in to my bed and I'd be in fucking heaven! I
had just started a two week vacation that night, so I had not trucks to
drive. I was just happy that I knew that they were all mine until 3 PM that
afternoon, and it was just past midnight when we fell asleep: me hugging
Olaf, and Lars' soft dick against my now far from virgin butt.

I woke up about 4 hours later, and Olaf was doing his "oral trick". I was
only half hard, but he had my fat 7 1/2" cock in his mouth and was
humming. I quickly grew totally hard, moaning because I knew that Olaf
could do this for quite awhile, keeping me at the edge of orgasm without
giving me enough stimulation to actually shoot a load. He slowly slid one
finger into my cum and Vaseline slick ass, and I was aware of the dried cum
that had leaked out of my well stretched butt as we slept. The feeling
was... well, for the first time in the short period since I had come out as
a gay man, I felt like a real fucking slut, and I loved it! I was loving
the humming job, but I was also wondering where Lars was, so that I could
get a long, thin, curved cock rammed into my ass instead of the big finger
that just sat there, barely moving.

I was aware of the shower running next door. I shared an apartment with a
guy who I had met at my coming out support group for working class gay
men. Johnny was a Sicilian from Brooklyn, and had some extra stigmas to
overcome in coming out: he was mainly attracted to black men and Latino
studs, and he was a total anal bottom. He only sucked cock and ate ass to
warm a guy up to fuck the shit out of him. He loved to get fucked. No, he
LIVED to get the shit fucked out of him, but only by the right kind of guy!
To be honest, I had never found him to be any good as a cocksucker the
couple of times we did a three-way, although he licked butt pretty good,
and he knew how to use his talented ass to get a guy off really fast, or to
delay a stud for a long time. When Lars, Olaf and I had entered the
apartment, he had been making out with a young black American sailor in the
living room who seemed sort of shy and reluctant, but Olaf had reported
later that he had heard the sounds of fucking coming from Johnny's room.

In the summer, it was our habit, unless a guest objected, to leave the
doors of our tiny Manhattan apartment open for ventilation. So my bedroom
door was open, as was the bathroom door. Under the sound of the shower, I
heard a familiar noise. When I first moved in, Johnny and I had been fuck
buddies, and I still threw him a fuck when he was really horny. He wasn't
bad looking, and almost 10 years older than me (I like dominating older
guys). Even though he only likes to get fucked, he's kind of picky about
who he let fuck him, so he has a surprisingly tight ass for a sluttish
bottom. When Johnny was really getting a good fucking, he made this strange
noise, a sort of snorting and wheezing, with each good, hard in-stroke his
partner made. He would also talk, shout, curse... all the regular stuff a
stud does at the height of passion. But you knew he was really getting it
good when that noise started. And it had been a while since I had heard
Johnny make that much of that noise - that black sailor must have been
really screwing him royally in the shower.

Suddenly, the noise became muffled by a slurping. I heard Lars say "Ja, you
are right, he does have an extremely good and tight ass to screw,
Leroy. You are one lucky sailor to find such a great piece of willing and
very fuckable man-tail." I had suspected that Lars and Olaf spoke more
English than they pretended the night before! Wait until I got my hands on
the phony!

I heard a deep voice with the soft accents of the South answer "Yeah, Lars,
but the fucker can't suck cock for shit. I mean, I really enjoy fucking
that hot little tail of his, but if Johnny expects me to keep getting it up
for him over and over like I`ve been doing all night, he's gonna have to
fucking learn to suck dick better. Besides, I like a good head job once in
a while from my bottom boy. I developed a taste in the Navy for fucking
white trash, and I don't think ever seen me a better example of white trash
bottom boy than Johnny-boy here. He`s one fine, special piece of white
ass. I could get real used to screwing this hole regular like."

"Teaching Johnny to be a good dick swallower is all just a matter of
training him properly, Leroy. The question is, do you have the time? How
much leave do you have this week?"

"Actually, as of today, I am out of the Navy. Eight fucking years at sea
was enough for this country boy. I was discharged this morning, and I
checked into the Y. Technically, I shouldn't have been wearing the fucking
uniform tonight, but hell, I bet this week it's easier for a sailor to get
laid than a civilian. So, I can train this pretty ol' white boy all I
want. You want me to train you, white trash?"

I heard a plop as Leroy pulled his cock from Johnny's mouth. He grunted as
Lars gave a hard ram into his butt, then said "Oh, fuck yeah, Leroy. Train
me good."

To my surprise, I heard two rapid slaps. Leroy's voice took on a military
harshness "That's Sir, or Master, white boy!" Some more wheezing meant that
Lars was still screwing Johnny hard, but the pace was much slower.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Master. Yes, Master, I need to be trained by YOU,
Master. Please train me to be your white boy slave." I heard another
slap. "Thank you, Master, Sir."

I was shocked - I hadn't realized that SM was Johnny's scene. Then Olaf's
humming picked up in intensity, and I stopped thinking about the
conversation next door as I grabbed his short reddish-blonde hair and
humped his face. Time lost it's meaning as I floated in a world of Olaf's
vibrating throat.

When I was next aware of time, about an hour had passed. Lars was sitting
in the chair in my room, dried off and with a hard cock, slowly jerking on
it as he watched his buddy at work. "Olaf must like you, Ike. He'll do that
humming routine a little for a trick, but he only does it for long periods
of time for specials studs." Olaf stopped and said something in
Swedish. Lars' eyebrow went up. "Fuck, he really IS far gone on you! He
wants to do his really special performance on you tomorrow or the next day
- I don't remember him doing that for a year or two. I'll get lost for a
while when he does that - he likes to be alone with the special stud when
he does his specialty act."

"Won't you be jealous?"

"Jealous? Why would I...? Oh! No, Olaf and I aren`t lovers. We`re cousins,
actually. Both our fathers are naval officers, and our grandfather is a
retired Admiral. The Navy is our family heritage, and so is sex with other
men for some of the men in our family, too. Both of our dads have always
had male lovers, and after our grandmother died, grandfather publicly moved
their very exotic, very handsome and hot, and MUCH younger Balinese
houseboy into his bedroom. I`m married, and my wife is 8 months pregnant,
and Olaf is getting married when we get back to Sweden. Our mothers know
the score, my wife knows, and Olaf`s fiance is very much aware. Actually,
they are relieved that we don't have the proverbial "sweetheart in every
port" - at least not a female one who could compete with them and the
children. And Olaf and I did our dads one better - my wife took a female
lover when I was at sea the first time after our wedding, and now she's
Olaf`s fiance. So it all works out for the best."

"You know, last night I suspected you two could speak better English! So
why doesn't Olaf..?"

"Between us, we speak nine languages, but Olaf `s English really is not
that good. But then, I can't speak Japanese at all, and his Italian is
almost without accent, while I can barely order dinner. He`s not faking, he
really does have problems with your language. I must apologize for our
little act last night. We learned a long time ago that the "big dumb Swede"
routine gets us better results when we want to plow the usually
inaccessible ass of a hot top like you."

"You knew I was a top?"

"Ike - most of the gay men in the world know about the American and British
code with keys and hankies. And we had a Swedish gay guide we read on the
voyage over to prepare us for the gay scene in New York. We knew exactly
what we wanted, and where to look for it. After a few drinks in a boring
gay bar with not one hot stud in sight, we went to the Rambles, and within
fifteen minutes of getting there, we found it - uh, him... I mean, YOU!"

Lars walked over and kissed me. I reached between his legs and began to
pull and whack his balls. "Fuck, I love that! Thanks for teaching me that,
Ike. If I ever get a lover, I have to teach him to do that."

Olaf asked "Do you like that also, Ike, what you do to my Lars cousin?"

"That should be 'Cousin Lars', and fuck, yeah, I like my balls to be
treated roughly. And if memory serves me correctly, so do you. You loved it
when I chewed on your bull balls."

"Bull balls?" Lars translated, and Olaf blushed. "Chewing was nice, but we
have not tried the other, yet. I can tell Lars is ready for more ass. Is
your ass ready?"

"More ass? After you fucked the hell out of Johnny?"

"But my load was yours. I didn't cum in him. I left Leroy to start training
him as his slave boy. I have a feeling you're going to see a hell of a lot
of Leroy around here. Oh, and he thinks you have a hot ass, too, and puts
in a bid to be the third man to screw you."

I laughed. "Sure. Why the hell not? And yes, Olaf, I'm ready for more cock
in my ass. What's you plan?"

"Lars will lay on back, and you will lay on his dick, then you and Olaf
will get like 69. but work on each other's uh.. `bull balls'". Lars lay
down and I straddled him, impaling my ass on his curve, by back towards
him. The grease still in my ass was enough, but I needed some poppers to
get over the soreness of my recent deflowerment. I lay back and Lars put
his hands over my chest, and began to pull on my nipples as hi licked my
ears and neck. Olaf took the position he had suggested, and the two of us
went to town as I slowly rode Lars' prick. Olaf also enjoyed some ball
work, and he was able to work my balls and Lars' nuts at the same time.

Lars began to thrust up into me, and soon I felt his hot load flooding my
ass again. This time, he made Olaf eat his load out of my ass, which almost
made me loose my load. Almost.

Olaf then looked down at me laying on the bed. "Ike screwed Lars. Now Ike
screw Olaf?" I reached for the Vaseline, but he shook his head. "Lars was
first in my ass, but I had a boyfriend in school who was almost as big as
me, and we always just used spit, so I am used to a dryer screwing, and
like it better. Will you eat my ass, then fuck me hard. Ike?"

Will a bear shit in the woods? Olaf had gotten on all fours, his ass
towards me, and my face was buried in the almost hairless crack and my
tongue dug in before the question was totally finished. Like the rest of
him, Olaf's ass was just about ideal. It had enough hair to let you know it
was a man's fucking ass, and was muscular and tight and just plain fucking
beautiful! If I didn't know this man was returning to a fiancé in Sweden in
a few days, I'd be in danger of falling in love with a man for the first
time. Hell, I was half way in love with the big Viking already!

Olaf growled in pleasure at my oral love making of his totally manly
manhole. I was barely aware of Lars returning to the chair and lighting a
cigarette as I rimmed the hell out of the hottest ass I'd ever touched,
seen, smelled or tasted. Or fucked. I had to calm down, worried that I was
going to cum just from making love to this ass with my mouth. "How do you
want to take me, Ike?" growled the lust inflamed Olaf.

It was a stupid question as far as I was concerned - I would always want to
fuck with this remarkable pair of studs looking at their almost perfectly
handsome faces, and I was going to be making LOVE to Olaf, not just
screwing his butt. I knew from my pussy fucking days that I had better
staying power when I was on my back and being ridden, so I lay down, and
growled back "Ride me, Viking!" Olaf howled as he impaled himself on me to
my balls in one stroke, and he was so tight that I almost shot my load
right then. I held him still until we both adjusted, because I could feel
his ass muscles revolting at the sudden invasion. Soon, he was sliding up
and down as we ran our hands over each other's chests. I pulled his head
down, and we kissed passionately as he rode my dick, pulling up so that
just the tip of my head was in his ass ring, and then ramming down to my
balls, over and over.

He obviously loved the rough fuck - he moaned and groaned, and the Swedish
flowing from his mouth sounded like the kind of curses I made when I was
having a great fuck. His hard prick had precum spurting from it like a
geyser each time he rammed down. I wasn't too sure how much longer I could
last.

There was a noise at the door, and Lars left the room. I heard
whispering. He popped back in, and said "Leroy wanted to know if I could
help him in training the Johnny-boy. I think you guys don't need me for a
while. Don't worry, Ike. I'll save my loads for you."

I strained to get out "I heard you talking about making him a better dick
sucker. If you want to feed him a load to do that, feel free. I always
thought he was terrible at that." I groaned at the tightness of Olaf's
spasming ass. "We have days of fucking and sucking, and if Leroy want's my
ass that much, he can replace you next." I grunted at the feeling on my
dick. "I'm turning into such a fucking slut - I barely remember the guy and
I'm offering him my butt-pussy!"

Lars winked at me. "Take my word for it, Ike - you will not regret it. The
uniform did not do him justice. I`ll let him know you`re willing later."

After he left, I lost myself in the pleasure of looking at Olaf, who was
drifting in a cloud of man-lust and passion as he rode my prick harder and
faster. I was clutching my sheets. The combination of the pleasure on my
cock and the pleasure of looking at the powerfully built, strikingly
good-looking sex-god riding my groin was becoming overwhelming. Ten minutes
later, I moaned "Olaf, I can't take it any longer. I'm going to fucking
fill your beautiful ass with my cum, lover boy!"

"Yes, Ike! Fill me with your love! I want to feel you shoot your man-seeds
in my ass!" A string of Swedish passion words followed. What tipped me over
was when he leaned over and gently bit my earlobe. I thrust up with a
grunt, and let loose a massive load in his clutching guts. He wrapped his
arms around me and we kissed deeply and with a lot of real passion, my
still hard cock wedged in his spasming ass, although he had not cum. We lay
like that for a long time. and I was amazed that I stayed hard and my prick
didn't become super sensitive, like it often does after a big load.

"Sit on my face, lover boy, and let me eat my load from your ass, so we can
share it."

"YES!" Olaf positioned himself so that his cock and balls was on my eyes,
and his ass was over my nose and mouth. I could smell my load, and taste it
as it flowed out of his well fucked hole. I licked and slurped, and heard
him say "Hello, My name is Olaf." and felt his right hand reach over as
that deep voice said "Leroy". A warm mouth and tongue suddenly began to
clean my still hard and cum dripping cock as I finished draining Olaf's
ass. I slapped his ass, and he moved so that we could kiss, and we shared
the load back and forth until it was all gone. I could feel Leroy's mouth
move from my cock to Olaf's and back.

When the load was gone, I sat up, and looked at my guest. Lars was right -
the uniform had short changed Leroy. He had a baby face that made him look
like a kid, but he was beyond doubt all fucking man. First of all, he was
the hairiest black man I had ever met. To this day, I haven't met one to
come close. The man was a fucking fur ball, and that made me fucking
drool. I couldn't see his nipples due to all the tightly curling fur. Then,
it was obvious that other than fucking white trash, his ship board hobby
had been lifting weights. Leroy was only 5'9", but built like the
proverbial brick shit house.

And then there was his manhood. He was longer than Lars by at least an inch
and a half, and his perfectly straight dick was about as fat as my cock,
making it a pretty awesome tool. No wonder Johnny was falling for this
stud. He was uncut, but had a modest foreskin - at least, when he was hard,
which he was at the moment. He reached out a hand to shake mine "And you're
Ike." He had a killer grip, but it was the natural one of a man who had
been hard working since he was a kid, not a dominance thing at all. He
reached down and planted a slow, lingering kiss on my lips as his hand
brushed my aroused nipples. I found his nipples in his fur, and gave them a
hard tweak, which just made him moan, and shove his tongue in my mouth. Our
tongues dueled for a few minutes as Olaf lit a cigarette for himself and
me, and then I withdrew and leaned against the big Swede, making room for
the short black muscle man to sit next to us on the bed.

"I know you're also a top, Ike, but I also know that I wandered in on the
right weekend when you're trying out new stuff. Now that I'm out of the
Navy, I've decided to train your roommate as my personal boy, but if you
and I fuck around, it's always gonna be as equals. We can share Johnny, if
you want to, or if I need some help in his training and you're willing. I
think you're pretty fucking hot, but I don't want to top you, or let you
top me. Not permanently, at least. I DO want to bang that pretty damned
white ass while it's still more or less cherry, but I want to feel that
nice cock of yours up my tight butt, which also doesn't get much incoming
traffic. You're that rare kind of stud I'm willing to let in there once in
a while. Of course - it you've had Olaf's monster banging your butt, it
might be too fucking loose by now..." we all laughed at that.

"You're just in time to watch Olaf screw me, Leroy. And you've got a pretty
potent rammer yourself, so it might be YOU who ruins my ass for other men
after you take sloppy seconds off Olaf!" My big Swedish buddy beamed at the
idea of fucking me right then, and I pushed him on his back, and greased
him up good. After a quick hit of poppers, I slowly slid down his fat
monster dick. He fit in perfectly, with no pain at all, and I began to ride
him. We kissed, while licking and playing with each others bodies. Leroy
stood up and slowly jerked on his big horse prick as he watched the live
porn show.

I reached over to Leroy and pulled him to me, beginning to suck his cock
from the side. He climbed on the bed, so he could fuck my face, and he was
delighted that I could take him all the way without gagging. I tapped his
hands to let him know to slow down if he wanted to last long enough for my
ass, and he moved into a long, slow fuck of my throat as I rode Olaf and
ran one hand over Olaf's perfect body, and one over Leroy's. I was quite a
happy man - a hot and fat cock in my horny ass, and a longer, thinner one
in my throat getting ready to replace the big bone in my ass after it
spewed it's load into my guts.

Olaf was playing with Leroy's hairy ass. and rammed a few fingers in after
wetting them. That got Olaf all hot, and he began to thrust up into me. He
pulled Leroy out of my sucking throat, and began to rim Leroy, who was
groaning "Oh, fuck yeah, blondie, eat that hairy fucking black ass!" over
and over. Olaf was really fucking the hell out of me now. It wasn't the
gentle love making from earlier - this was pure lust... and I liked it just
as much.

His cock was too fat to prod my ass-nut, but it sure was making me leak
precum, and I could hear Olaf moaning and breathing really heavy. He
grabbed my hips and held me up, and rammed up into me over and over. He had
stopped rimming Leroy because his head was thrashing on the bed as he
groaned in Swedish. Leroy got off the bed to watch. I leaned down and
kissed the hell out of him, pinching and rubbing his beautiful body as he
thrashed under me. He yelled out what I guess was "Aw, fuck, I'm fucking
cumming" and pulled my ass down onto his groin as he flooded my guts with
scalding hot jism.

We French-kissed while he grew soft and plopped out of my well screwed
ass. I collapsed for a few minutes as I caught my breath, then grinned at
Leroy, and said "Well, my man, I guess it's your turn. How do you want my
ass?" I thought Leroy was pretty fucking hot, but not in the class with
Lars and Olaf that made me obsessed with looking at them while we fucked,
so I was willing to try a different position.

"Doggy style is my favorite, Ike, if you don't mind."

"Well, I'm kind of partial to it myself as a top, Leroy - but it's my first
time taking it that way, so it should be interesting with that long donkey
dong of yours." I got on all fours. It was obvious from the man-juice
leaking down my leg that I probably didn't need any grease, and I took a
hit of poppers just as Leroy lined the fat head of his dick against my
well-stretched ass-pussy. As I closed the bottle, his hips thrust, and I
gave a howl, more of surprise than pain as that big dong rammed most of the
way into my guts. There was a little pain - but much more pleasure as Leroy
held my hips and started to give me a real hard pounding. His long cock was
hitting parts inside of me previously unexplored, and that was what had
caused the initial shock of pain, but it was also just the right width to
clip my prostate ever third or forth hard thrust. I found myself grunting
with each thrust, a sort of mixture of piggy pleasure and slight
discomfort, and soon the grunting was turning me on.

I think it was turning my partners on. too. I watched Olaf's flaccid
monster begin to raise, and the more I grunted, the harder Leroy fucked. If
I wanted him to slow down, I shut up, and he was more gentle. But I soon
discovered that I liked it when he drove that long, straight dark dork deep
and hard into my roiling guts, and was soon demanding that he fuck me
harder and harder. Yes, I now truly understood the bottoms I had been
fucking since I started screwing guys. I forgot that as a body builder,
Leroy was a remarkably strong man. He fucked me as hard as I demanded, but
finally, my arms collapsed from the strength of his thrusts and I fell on
the bed. His cock plopping from my ass.

I quickly grabbed some pillows and put them under my hips, to raise my ass
up for Leroy, and without a word, he rammed back into my hole. He licked my
ear as he banged into my butt. He whispered, "Damn, I knew you were a real
fucking man, that you could really take a good hard fucking! I can't wait
for later, when you treat me the same fucking way, buddy boy! Damn, I can
almost feel your cock up my butt already, fucking me like a man fucks
another man!"

I raised my hips up to meet each thrust. At this angle, each of his mighty
lunges into my body clipped my ass-nut perfectly! "Shit, Leroy! You keep
hitting my ass-spot with that big old donkey dick of yours. You're gonna
fuck a load out of me yet, you hot mother fucker! Fuck my man ass,
stud. Show me what you're made of. Make me shoot a load from just your
beautiful fucking cock ramming in my ass. Go for it, man!"

"I am so fucking close, Ike. You're ass is still so fucking tight! I ain't
fucked such a tight ass since some virgin I busted back in basic! Most of
my fuck buddies on ship have been taking it up the ass so much, you can
sail the USS Constitution through them and not touch the fucking sides! Oh,
fuck, am I glad I liked the look of Johnny-boy in the bar, and saw he
desperately needed the hand of a strong black man to put him in his place,
`cause I found a great, hot, manly fuck buddy like you at the same time as
I found my perfect dream Boy!"

I realized that with Lars, the game was conquest and domination; with Olaf
it was affection and fun, and with Leroy, it was a whole new game - the
meeting of two men who were equals and who wanted to bring out the best of
each other as masculine men without any role playing: equals with no
expectations. With Leroy, I actually had a new friend. Better than that, a
"friend with benefits."

"Here it comes!" we shouted together. My load came first, spewing on my
pillow cases, the smell so sexy and hot. My ass spasmed, and I could feel
every inch of Leroy's big rammer as it buried to the hilt in me,
pulsing. He howled a second later, and then he flooded me with a load,
falling on my back, panting. Even soft, he was so big he stayed in me, and
I decided that one night I was going to fall asleep with his drained dick
in my freshly screwed butt. But right now, with all the ramming that had
taken place in my ass in the last few hours, I need to take a mean crap, so
I reluctantly pulled away from him. Soft, he was almost the same length as
hard, with just a little more foreskin.

After I got out to the toilet, Olaf eagerly asked "Olaf fuck Leroy's pretty
ass now?"

"You fuck me? Hell, no! Maybe after my buddy Ike has had a chance to really
stretch me, I might consider it - MIGHT, I said, Lars tells me you guys
will be around a lot over the next two weeks, so there is a small chance
that I might let you, eventually. MIGHT! But right now - no way is THAT fat
monster going into my tight asshole, blondie." I was listening to the
conversation as a load of cum and grease, and some shit that had been
rammed deep into me came plopping out of my now tender hole. I cleaned
myself well, using an enema bag that belonged to Johnny to make sure I was
totally clean, and when I returned to the room, the guys were kissing, so I
guess there were no hard feelings.

I was hungry, and suggested a kitchen raid, which reminded Leroy that his
"white boy" was still under the tutelage of Lars. We discovered Johnny
handcuffed to the legs of our kitchen table, face up and head hanging off
the edge. Until that moment, I had had no idea that my fairly quiet and shy
roommate owned two or more pairs of handcuffs. Between his outstretched
legs on the table were some more "toys" I didn't know he owned, including a
number of butt plugs, a very large dildo, a dick shaped vibrator, and a
ping pong paddle which I couldn`t figure out. There was a rubber ball with
some strings hanging from it that I would learn was called a ball gag. A
fairly large dildo was rammed in his ass. Lars was slowly fucking Johnny's
throat, and encouraging him gently. Johnny writhed in pleasure at the
treatment. I decided that from then on, I was eating with a table cloth!

Lars saw us, and pulled out. Leroy knelt and kissed Johnny. "Are you being
a good piece of white trash, asshole?"

"I hope so, Master. I only gagged twice on Mister Lars' cock, so he only
had to paddle me twice." I noticed how pink Johnny's buns were. Things were
going to be VERY interesting around here for the next few weeks, I
decided. I just remembered that John, a construction worker, had finished
his latest job the previous Friday, and had announced his intention of
taking a vacation of about a month until going to the Union Hall for a new
jobsite.

"Let's see how you handle a fatter cock, white boy." Leroy waved a still
randy Olaf over. Johnny's eyes got round when he saw that monster cock, but
he obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue in invitation. Olaf
began to slide his big cock in slowly, but Lars pushed him from behind, and
soon Johnny was gagging on Olaf.

"You fucking piece of white trash shit! You're embarrassing me!" Leroy`s
deep, masculine voice snapped at Johnny. He pulled Olaf away, and then I
saw the purpose of the rubber ball, and the ping pong paddle, as Johnny was
gagged, and then given ten hard whacks with the paddle as punishment.

I winced at each blow, but when the ball was removed, Johnny sobbed out
"Oh, Sir! Thank you for correcting me, Master!" It occurred to me that
Johnny wouldn't own this stuff if he wasn't into this rough treatment. Olaf
returned, and began to slowly fuck Johnny's face. From the look on both
their faces, I could tell that Johnny's oral skills were improved, and that
Olaf was enjoying the blow job, being the center of the attention, and the
bondage scene in general. To be honest, I was getting turned on by the
scene, myself.

Olaf was letting Johnny do most of the work once his fat cock was most of
the way into his mouth, and he turned to Leroy and said "Can Johnny white
trash boy get on his knees to suck Olaf?"

Johnny was uncuffed, and his hands cuffed behind his neck once he was on
the floor and sucking Olaf like a pro. Leroy began to pull and pinch
Johnny's nipples. I only owned one sex toy other than some cock rings/ball
spreaders - a set of nipple clamps that a former trick had given me as a
gift. I returned to my room and handed them to Leroy, who clipped them on
Johnny, whose hard cock spurt out a big dollop of precum onto Olaf's bare
toes a soon as the clips were on. Leroy gave Johnny a good hit of poppers
as a reward for his taking Olaf all the way to his balls and holding him
there for over 10 seconds before slowly moving back.

Lars moved up behind me, and his hard, wet cock poked me in the back. "Can
I, while we watch?"

"I just cleaned it out, so you`ll need to lube it up." He positioned a
kitchen chair so that I could lean over, and then he got lube and poppers
from my room, greased up his dick, handed me the poppers and very slowly
entered me. When he was all the way in, he stopped, his head on my shoulder
as we watched Johnny gag on Olaf's monster dong again. Again the gag went
in his mouth, and this time Leroy made gave him 20 whacks while on his
knees. Lars fucked me really hard, in time to the beating, which just made
it all the hotter for me. His hard body hit my ass-buns like a hard slap
each time the paddle hit Johnny's butt. I watched Olaf, who was practically
drooling as he watched the beating. Leroy's face, on the other hand, looked
almost sad.

After thanking his Master for his discipline, Johnny eagerly went back to
sucking Olaf, who now held the slave boy's head and began to slowly fuck
it. Now Lars imitated that movement in my ass. Leroy was watching us, and
winked at me. I decided to take Lars for a ride. and clamped down on his
long, thin dick with all the power I could muster in my ass muscles. He
gasped as he felt my ass-pussy milking his prick. I began to tighten and
loosen the muscles in response to his beat, and a string of what must have
been Swedish curses flowed into my ear.

Lars lost control, no loner fucking me at the same rhythm as Olaf's face
fucking of Johnny, which had speed up also. He was ramming into me, and I
was taking it, and tightening myself to hold him in as he pulled out. The
devil got into me, and I whispered to him. "Is that the best you can do,
sailor boy?" Leroy saw the chair sliding as Lars responded with the hardest
fucking I had gotten so far, and came over, pushing against it so I
wouldn't fall. He gave me a hit of poppers, and then a deep kiss. I was
beginning to wonder if I had gone too far with Lars when I felt his load
flooding my guts as he gasped, almost sobbing.

"Come on, big guy, keep going!" I yelled to tease him, getting back at his
`conquest'. I felt his cock shrink in my ass as he sobbed. Before he could
respond, I had him leaning against the chair back, spit on my hand to wet
my dick, and rammed into him. The Swedish he yelled could only have meant
"Yes, you win!" because he arched his back and rammed his man-pussy back at
me as he kissed Leroy.

"Give me your load, Ike. Fill me up." Lars whispered to me. His recent hard
fucking had me close.

I put my head on his shoulder as I fucked him hard, and said "Look at Olaf
go!" Olaf was ramming into Johnny's throat, and my roommate the bad
cocksucker was taking it like he was born to deep throat massive
cocks. Leroy turned around to watch his "boy's" performance as Olaf
grunted, pulled back so that only half his cock was in John's mouth, and
fed him what appeared to be a pretty big load, since some leaked out of the
sides of his lips.

That did it for me, and with a roar, I dumped my load in Lars's ass, who
surprised me by shooting another, smaller load on the chair. Johnny
responded by shooting a load on the kitchen floor. Leroy walked over,
rammed his cock deep into his slave-boy's throat, and after a half dozen
strokes, rewarded him with his Master's hot load.

I thought to myself "Man, I was going to have to really sanitize this
kitchen! - Wait, I have a fucking "slave boy" for a roommate - I'll get
Leroy to order Johnny to do it!"

As we had that midnight snack, we discovered that Leroy had come to New
York when discharged from the Navy because he had been accepted to NYU in
the fall on the GI bill. He was going to start looking for a place to live
until the dorms opened, since the YMCA was too expensive. I saw the
lovesick look on Johnny's face, and I felt pity for the poor bastard.

"Hey, Leroy. If you're serious about training my asshole of a roommate as
your slave-boy, why don't just you move in with him? We seem to get along
pretty good, and splitting the cost three ways would help us all save for
more fun things, like... oh, more sex toys?"

We all cracked up, and Johnny came over and kissed me, whispering "Thank
you, Ike. I couldn't have invited him myself."

"I know. That's why I did it, you dump asswipe!" I kissed him back as I
swatted his ass. It was not the first time I had ever kissed John. We had
been fuck buddies when I first moved in with him, but we were now
infrequent sex partners. We were buddies who had met at the support group
for blue collar gay men which had helped me come out. It was harder for
John to come out, being a working-class white guy who craved domination by
black men. One of the reasons we had been successful as roommates up until
now was that we had no real interest in each other, and rarely found each
other's tricks attractive. I was pretty relaxed about who I had sex with,
as long as he was masculine, while John had an image in his head of the
perfect stud, and rarely settled for anyone who wasn't even close. I always
felt a little sorry for him, and I liked him.

It was now past dawn, and we retreated to our beds. This time, I lay down
with my arm over Lars, and my cock almost in his ass, which had my last
load leaking out of it, and Olaf lay with his arm over me, protective. The
last thing he did before we drifted off to sleep was hum in my ear, and
then say "Tomorrow, or day after, just you and me and the humming, Ike."

I got hard as I heard that, and it took me a LONG time to get soft and fall
asleep.


to be continued.....


Copyright 2007, revised 2010 - "Ike" -

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