Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 08:04:19 -0500
From: fnstddnbrt <fnstddnbrt@yahoo.com>
Subject: He's all about the Bass and the treble part 2

DISCLAIMER. Yes there are explicit homosexual acts here. No you shouldn't
be offended as you are on a gay erotica site. Yes you should go away now if
you are either underage in your area to read such smut or if guys having
sexual intercourse with each other bothers you in any way. No these people
are not real or based off anyone. Yes you should email me at
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comments. Carry on.

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Bright lights. Birds chirping. The stale aroma of cum and sweat soaked
sheets. The tantalizing musk of men who haven't quite yet showered after a
long night of intense extracurricular activities.


Christ Almighty.. I thought to myself. These are the things I love waking
up to.


I opened my eyes to the sight of my two best buds. All snuggled up into
each other I see.. I couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable sight of
Josh and Jorge cuddled up into each other. Jorge, the ever so manly and
imposing brute of a gorgeous Latino hunk was always trying to distance
himself from me and Josh now lay in an affectionate embrace, cradling the
young man in his arms.  Always trying to be the most gentlemanly and
professional of our trio, Jorge was always embarrassed to admit to his
lustful wants and feelings- Especially when it came to that damn foxy
little mixed Asian curled up in his arms.

Josh.. oh what to say about the youngest of us. I got up and stretched,
making sure not to disturb the happy couple. I eyed the boy as his body
curled into Jorge's embrace, trying to maintain comfort as I disentangled
myself from them. Josh.. had this ridiculously infectious way of sneaking
past the most vigorous defenses and putting people at ease. Was it his
gorgeous smile? His ridiculously tight and perfectly muscled bod?
Maybe. Those ass...ets definitely didn't hurt heh. Oh I suppose I won't be
able to understand this kid. Kind hearted, good natured, with a quick wit
and an irritating penchant for understanding people. Ugh.. what a
disgustingly good guy.


Not to mention he loved getting fucked and sucking cock. The boy was a
natural bottom. Not that he couldn't top- I've seen him send some of my
bottom buddies begging for more heh... myself included.  The damn child was
friggen sex on two legs. At times Even I was envious. At 5'7" and 170
pounds, Josh had all the right junk in all the right places without wasting
an inch on his body. A nice and sizeable ass that even some of my
girlfriends envied. Broad and muscled arms and shoulders that accentuated
his firm and slightly protruding chest that lead down to abs that while not
the most cut, were definitely defined and with the right kind of bulk.


And then came that damn cock and legs. Heh.. on the off chance that I
wanted a cock up my ass I had always been loathe to take Jorge. Jorge had a
length and girth that I just couldn't handle. Sure it was comparable in
length to my own 7.5 inches but his 7 inch uncut cock held a circumference
of close to 8 inches compared to my 7. Thankfully for me, Josh was a decent
6.5 inches with a succulent circumference of almost 7 inches. Short enough
not to make me cry, long enough to plow me well, and just thick enough to
make me wince in pure pleasure at his forceful and firm thrusts. Heh, I
chuckled to myself. Dat ass. That ass could serve a pleasantly forceful
blow that when coupled with Josh's cock in my not so bottom oriented ass,
sent stars and fireworks through my body with each of his delectably mind
blowing strokes.


Well damn.. I thought as I felt my cock start to grow with my phallic
thoughts. I'm all hard with no one to play with heh. I continued to watch
the two sleep, the muscled colossus of Jorge wrapped around the sizeable
but diminutive form of Josh.  I always envied anyone who could take all of
Jorge without being a little bitch about it.. and watching Josh ride Jorge
has always been a phenomenal sight to behold.

And there goes my boner. I grinned at myself. I really enjoyed the cock I
had. Maybe it wasn't as imposing as Jorge or perfect like Josh's but it was
nice and long while maintaining a lean and sexy profile. And it was time to
help that cock into a relaxed state of bliss. Jack off time! I quietly
excused myself to the restroom, taking care to quietly salvage my phone off
the bedroom floor.


Time to get my morning started heh. I gently closed the door behind me and
sat down on the toilet.  Upon opening the screen the phone's light
displayed my missed messages, some facebook alerts, that it was 0650, 78
degrees Fahrenheit with a 30% chance of precipitation.


I quickly dialed in through the screens finding my secret storage folder
containing my spank bank, in addition to a plethora of other interesting
paraphernalia.  Organized by gender and personal identifiers, I quickly
browed through the images. Eh. That bitch was alright. This guy was
good.. but too much of a talker. Hm.. this one had way too much body
hair. Irritating cuddler. Little bitchy bottom. Cunt too loose.

I breezed through the images not satisfied with the memories I held
there. Ah fuck it.. I decided to navigate to my most used folder. The
memories I had of Jorge, Josh and I. I couldn't help but grin. I had a
penchant of taking pictures and video before, during, and after sex - with
consent of course... yeah.. In any case no one else was privy to these
files save maybe cute little curious Josh- Jorge never wanted to see the
sordid details of my exploits. But we all enjoyed watching ourselves with
each other.


I finally settled on a fond memory of a time before Josh. How long had it
been since I had Jorge up my ass?

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"Aw Fuck.." I couldn't help but moan as a felt Jorge gently slide the head
of his cock into my ass, his immense girth stretching my anal muscles well
past their usual comfort zone and sent me teetering ever so delicately on
the edge of pain. I groaned as he held me close, his vast musculature
holding me doggie style, trying to kiss my neck and ease my tension.


I had been feeling the urge to bottom for weeks now. Just the
insurmountable urge to friggen submit to someone and let him have his way
with me. However that required a degree of trust that none of the local
guys had earned. The only guy I knew I would ever allow to fuck me was
Jorge. He was my best friend and my most trusted bro. And his cock was
ridiculous. I loved a good bottom session and when it came to being
passionate, considerate, and patient with me no one could match mi amigo el
gigante amable. We both understood each other pretty well and every so
often when the urge hit, we would fuck each other senseless to satiate our
need to get fucked. For him, his major discomfort was my, as he put it,
"skewering length." For me, it was his gut stretching width.


For the past 30 minutes Jorge had taken his time to help me relax. He had
tongue fucked me mercilessly for what seemed like an eternity, then
passionately made out with me whilst fingering my ass with lube, gently and
ever so diligently stretching my hole. I was such a bitch in heat I
practically moaned and begged him to fuck me, riding his 3 fingers while
his mouth consumed my incoherent pleading and other assorted
expicatives. Heh.. what can I say? He has big hands that know how to plow a
guy... don't judge.  You'd beg too.


After his preparations and labors to help stretch me came the actual
performance. So there I lay in his embrace, a litany of incoherent babble
spilling from my lips as I tried ever so desperately to force his manhood
into my begging ass.


"Hold on Shaun," Jorge whispered in my ear, his hands steadying my hips and
slowing my gyrations.


"Jorge.. ugh.. fuck I need it.." I begged, my lower back arching into him,
my body begging to be used like a whore in heat, but my ass screaming at me
with the fury of a pissed off black woman.


"I know mi cielo, but we both know I'm not fully hard yet and you're
already straining.  Let me take care of you."  He bent over taking extra
care not to impale me, gently turned my head and kissed me with a passion
that could put Christ to shame. His lips engulfed mine and I seriously felt
like I was floating. His musky cologne-esque scent overwhelmed my senses
and I felt myself relax all over. Damn. After all this time I still can't
help but turn to mush in this guy's arms.


As the kiss wore on, our tongues probing each other's mouths to suck and be
sucked upon, I felt him slowly ease the rest of his cock into me, working
his lubed manhood deeper and deeper until my ass felt the heat of his
thighs, his balls close enough to overlap my own.


Fuuuck. Whoever lands this guy as a husband is going to be so
blessed... With my mind incapacitated by Jorge's mouth, I couldn't help but
instinctively push back, forcing the rest of his cock to suddenly occupy a
space that was still adjusting.  My breath caught in my throat and I was
suddenly unable to properly breathe. Instinctively I clenched my ass
sending waves of pain crashing up my spine and into my head.


A strangled cry broke our kiss and I couldn't help but writhe in agony, my
senses begging me to jump ship and my soul begging me to let him break me
in half. As if anticipating my every move I felt Jorge's embrace tighten
and hold me in place, his immense strength stilling the storm that was my
antagonized body. I almost cried. Ok fine. A tear may have trickled down my
cheek.. but only one tear.


"Bro.. i know you want my cock but come on.. pace your self.." He chided. I
could barely hear him over the ringing in my ears and the 62 hit combo of
"Oh fuck" I was moaning.


Jorge eased into me, his cock settling deep in my being, my ass slowly
adjusting to his girth. I felt him gently lift me and rotate me 90 degrees,
his cock being a fulcrum that sent my senses careening. He had me on my
back and gently placed my legs around his hips. I felt a pillow gently tuck
itself under my ass, giving it the leverage it needed to let Jorge to fully
weigh into me.


"Hey.. are you sure Shaun?" His deep brown eyes looked at me, questioning
the very act I had begged him to do. "I don't have to fuck you. You can
just ride it til you cum..." he trailed off. I know he was trying to be
nice... but I could feel the want and desire radiating off him in waves. He
would do whatever I chose.. but After all this I couldn't just leave him
blue balled. Well hell either shit or get off the pot right?


I looked at him and let out a sigh. "Jorge.. Please.. don't worry. Just
please fuck me.. please take care of me tonight." I gently grabbed his head
and pulled it as close to me as the shorter man's body could allow. "And
whatever you do know I'll return it two fold when you next ask to get
fucked." I gave him my trademark mischievous grin. "Let me have it."


"I wouldn't want it any other way." Jorge leaned down and began to kiss me
as he began to set a slow and steady pace. I held on to him for dear
life. I felt as he gently withdrew then slid back in, his cock softly
hammering my insides. With each thrust I could barely gasp as my body lit
up, a symphony of pain coated in the most delectable pleasure. I am a
top. I love fucking a guy and just ramming into him, making sure he gets
what he wants, make him squirm and beg. I love how my cock feels as it
glides into a girl's pussy, the warmth and softness. The gasps and moans
she makes and how I can make her body sing. But all of that... after all
the fucking I've dealt out..  I was never prepared for the unadulterated
pleasure and brute pain taking a cock could give you. Certainly not by my
first top's dick. And most definitely not by the miniature baseball bat
Jorge kept in his pants.


With each thrust into me Jorge swallowed my screams. Each yell a triumph of
pure bliss. Each moan tinged with the pain of how massive and hard his
battering ram slammed into me. And he just kept getting faster. I couldn't
even think. All I could do was moan as wave after wave, stroke after
stroke, Jorge made me his. I clung to him, my body trembling with each
movement, my arms shaking not knowing if they could be of use to me. My
legs wrapped around his waist pulling him in with every backward thrust,
begging for his cock to impale me again and send me the most massive
uppercut of pure agonizing ecstasy that I could barely tolerate. I wanted
it all. I didn't care if it hurt. I didn't care if his cock split my body
in two. I wanted to be helpless against him. I wanted him. I wanted me. I
wanted us both. Again and again he fucked me. Again and again I felt my
entire being sing out in a harmony of agony and delight. I felt his cock
ram into me. I couldn't hear myself but I was begging. Begging for
more. Begging him to strike faster. Deeper. To completely own my
body. Begging him to blot out my mind with a flood of pleasure. Begging him
to erase my worries in a flood of pain. And then I felt my cock and balls
stiffen. My ass was clenching and my entire lower half cringed in
anticipation of the most glorious sensation. All I could do was moan
loader. He understood. He nodded. Covering my mouth with his hand, he
whispered, "Me too."  He pulled out. Almost all the way and I practically
screamed. Then he rammed his cock home one final time.


All at once I felt my head snap back. My heart jumped. My back arched so
hard I lifted us both. My ass caved at the impact of his hammer
falling. And in the spaces between seconds I felt his cock explode within
me as my own orgasm took over. And it was over. We collapsed onto the bed
as one. My body was spent. Limp. Powerless. As the ringing in my ears faded
I heard Jorge saying something.


Probably a thank you. Yeah. That's.. probably..

_________________


I Felt my orgasm about to build, my right hand tugging furiously on my
cock, my left under my right pectoral mimicking the supportive but rough
caress Jorge always gave me. I felt my balls ache, swell and rise and damn
I couldn't wait for the explosion that would come to follow.

And then I felt the most irritatingly burning pain as a hand lightly
swatted cock and balls.

"UUUGGGHHH FUUUCK!" I bellowed through clenched teeth, trying not to wake
the two guys in the next room. Then I heard the chuckle of none other than
the damn child.

"Josh bro what the fuck?!" I opened my eyes to see Josh in front of me,
still naked, sporting a most delectable looking boner.

"I'm sorry Shaun I couldn't help it. Besides. I owe you that much from that
debacle. Y'know. With Todd the other month." I heard the smallest bite of
annoyance in his tone .

"Well.. Hey. Don't say you didn't like it.." I sheepishly grinned as the
pain gently began to fade.  Ok. So I may have deserved that one. I mean All
I did was orchestrate a kidnap scenario so that Josh and his crush could
get some one on one and hey I got a good amateur porno... Oh never
mind.That's a story for another time.

"You were thinking about Jorge fucking you again huh?" Josh said as he sat
indian style in front of me, in between my legs.

"How could you tell?" I asked, a slight bit dumbfounded. Was it that
obvious??

"Well for one, your left hand was on your chest. Just how Jorge likes to
hold us down doggy style before he cums into us. And more importantly, you
weren't bucking your hips like you usually do when you think about fucking.
Oh no those hips were taking an imaginary cock. That and you were
whispering, 'Oh fuck Jorge.. Fuck me!' That is what woke me up you know."
Well. I'll be damned. I forget how ridiculously observant this twerp was.

"Oh don't hate. You've taught me well." He grinned, settling his obscenely
gorgeous face on my right thigh, his breath tantalizingly close to my blue
balls. I couldn't help but shudder.

"Yeah. you caught me." I sighed, trying not to moan at the delicate mix of
pain from his assault with pleasure from his breathing. The little twit
knows what he's doing. Damn.


I felt him kiss and lick the inside of my thigh and say, "Shaun. You
could've asked. You know I love you bro. I'd top you anytime"

My breath caught in my throat as he continued to nibble and lick me in a
most sensitive area. My ass clenched at his ministrations, desperately
wanting to feel what I had just been fantasizing about. Dammit. "I didn't
want to wake you up kiddo. You and Jorge were having a moment." My head
rolled back as he became more.. assertive with that damn mouth of his. I
felt his hand crawl up my abs and settle on my chest where he gave a light
squeeze.

"Well then let us have a moment. Can I please take care of you this
morning?" I heard him whisper. Dammit. I was hooked. "Please.." I
whispered. And I knew I was his.