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Body Guards Part II Brett could hardly wait for the ball to end. He was so on edge throughout the party, wondering just what was going to happen later that night. He was glad he was off duty for the next 2 days, so he could rest up. Even if nothing took place tonight, he needed plenty of rest after that powerful session with Cash. During the night, he had seen Cash standing near the King and went with him whenever the King strolled among the guests. Brett hardly needed to leave the Presidential Table, because the President sat there, unmoving. Only once, did he leave the table, to go to the Oval Office to take an important call. During all this time, Brett watched the only other Sudiman guard in the room. He was a handsome boy. Yes, too young looking to be a man, as such. Surely, this wasn't the Todd Cash spoke about. He was lucky if he was more than 18 and had a very slight, thin build. Brett wanted to go over and ask Cash if this was Todd. Because if it was, his dick would need to be something extremely special for him to be enticed onto it. The night finally drew to a close and both the President and King announced their goodbyes for the evening. Their respective guards tagged along, as the President showed the King to his car. Brett would now be able to go off duty. He waited at the front gate for Cash, whom he saw go back into the White House after seeing the King away. What could he be doing? He said earlier that he too was off duty until the following evening, once the King returned to their embassy. He waited very impatiently, rocking from one foot to the other. His feet were tired, after standing all of the night, but this moving from foot to foot was purely because of his anticipation of what the night was to reveal to him. "Hi Groves. What you waiting around for?" He swung around to see his sergeant, Garth Lancing, walking toward him from the west gate, further up the road. "Serg. Got to know one of the Sudiman guards and we're going out for a drink." "Not Sergeant Fillin is it?" "No Serg. Cash Simbol. He's only a Lance Corporal anyway." "Looks like we're both getting to know them Sudiman guys. I took their sergeant out for a late lunch this afternoon. Really nice guy." "So's Cash." "We ought to make it a foursome then." "Oh I don't know about that - besides, Cash was going to bring another one of the guards with us tonight. Todd - I think his name is." "Yeah! Todd. Todd Fillin. That's the guy I was with today. Hey! You're not the guy Todd said he and one of his pals is going out with are you'?" "Yeah! I just told you that Serg." "Well shit out bullets and fire them back! So you're the fourth in our little party tonight." "What little party? I was just having them over for a drink." "From what I heard from Cash and Todd, I was in for a real hot time tonight. Gee whiz Groves, I didn't know you rolled over for a piece of meat. You should have told me sooner." Brett had to let this all sink in before he grasped the situation fully. "Cash told you about this afternoon?" "Every last drop of spunk ate and ass fucked, buddy. Hey, I've always had a little tingle in my nuts for you. Did yu' know that?" "No." Brett didn't want to commit himself too deeply, until he was certain he wasn't being set up. Maybe Cash got into some strife and blew the whistle on him and now Sergeant Lancing was trying to get him to admit to it. Wouldn't be the first time something like that happened. But if it were true, then his absolute dream of dreams might be had tonight. His dick stirred at the very thought that within the hour, he might be seeing that superman stripped and in his bed, ready for him to enjoy. "I'm sorry. Maybe you don't want me pushing in on your fun. Look - when they get here, just tell them I couldn't wait. And..er..keep this to yourself. Don't want everyone knowing I'm that flexible." The Serg turned and started to walk slowly away. "Hang on Serg. If you were invited, then of course you can come." The Serg stopped and turned back to look at Brett. For the first time, Brett saw those puppy dog eyes looking droopy and sad. He slowly walked back and got right up close to Brett. "You don't want a white guy around when you can have two of the hottest black studs in history. I understand pal. You have a great night - but maybe we can share something another time?" "You don't cum tonight, it won't be my fault." "Cum or come?" He got the deeper meaning. "I mean - cum. Serg, I've had the hots for you for the 2 years I've been in your unit. Hey, those two can go fuck themselves if you come home tonight with me." "Then, I guess we both wait for them?" "Not for too much longer. Thinking of bedding you makes me fucking horny." "Christ. Why didn't I play on you before now? Had half the frigging unit but always thought you were out of touch - too straight." "Only thing I'm straight about is getting your spunk inside me one way or another." "You don't have to worry about that pal. Its all yours." "What is?" They turned to the voice behind them. "Hi Todd." Garth greeted the man dressed in the Sudiman uniform, standing beside Cash. "This is Brett, Todd." Cash introduced them. "Well, lets not stand here in the cold. Where's a cab?" Brett broke off his staring at Todd. Before him was a man equally as powerfully built as Cash and his pouching tight stretch pants were showing a much greater package than Cash had done. But where the hell had this guy been hiding himself? Brett had never seen him around the White House before. H certainly was never at any of the functions held that day. "Ain't seen you around before Todd." "No. My duties kept me behind the scenes. There's about 6 of us visiting with the King but you'll only ever see a couple of us as a rule." "There's one." Garth moved over to the edge of the curb and hailed an approaching cab. "You give him the address. OK?" Garth looked to Brett as the cab pulled up next to them. "I can always slip out and get some more booze." Garth said, as Brett waved the near empty whisky bottle around. "We've had two each already. Do we really need more - right now anyway?" "Maybe not." Cash sat on the edge of the couch with his giant wand in hand. He gave it a slow massage and looked up even slower, to see what the others would say or do. "Who needs booze when we've got a home brew on tap." Todd squeezed his balls. "That's if you've got any left after this afternoon." Garth licked his lips. "Both Cash and I took our tonic tonight. We'll have plenty." "Tonic?" Brett asked. "Just a little concoction from back home. Makes a man throb harder and leak plenty. I overdosed on it once and my first blast nearly choked the guy I was face-fucking." "Oh get out with yu'." Garth laughed it off as a joke. The two Sudiman guards looked to one another, shrugged their shoulders and began to slip their jackets off. Pants followed but by then, Brett and Garth were also striping down. As Brett dropped his gear, he looked back over toward his two black guests. Cash was totally naked now and back on the couch, sitting there slowly jerking himself to erection. In the short moment or two as Brett watched him, his dick sprung up from being flaccid to more than half mast. Garth had also dropped his clothes away quickly and went over to stand beside Todd, who was sitting on the floor with both legs spread to either side. His enormous dick was slung across his left thigh. Brett gauged it was easily as long as Cash's tool and about the same thickness. But his balls were tight against his body already. They were only average size and appeared odd, sitting under such a large dick. He looked up and saw Brett's gaze fixed on him. "Yes I know what you are going to say." He took his cock and started stroking it. "You were told its bigger than Cash's. But you see, its not hard yet." H gave it a squeeze and it compacted down under his grip. "It don't get much longer anyway but it sure do thicken up." Todd smiled. He took the giant weapon in hand and rubbed it hard and fast. As with Cash, it reacted to this attention immediately. Despite what he had just said, Brett could see it growing longer in his fist but true, it was now spreading his fingers completely apart. Brett had noticed Todd had been able to just grip it but now, his fingers were an inch or more separated. Todd coaxed his nuts and to Brett's surprise, instead of them growing tighter under his swelling dick, they were dropping lower and the pouch appeared to be loosening up. When Brett turned his attention back to the cock, Todd's hand was now spread wide open. He could barely grip it from the side and have his fingers and thumb top and bottom. Brett had seen a video of a woman taking a horse's dick in her hands and this reminded him of that scene. "Why don't you work it up for me?" Todd slowed his jerking and rose up off the floor, sitting on his haunches. His might tool sprung out from between his parted thighs, extending half the length of those thighs. Brett strolled across the room and squatted next to Todd. The black man let his hand fall away so Brett could take over. The feeling under his fingers was amazing. Never had he felt so much meat before. It was torrid. The heat burned his hand, which could only hold the top of the weapon and a small grip on both sides. He gave it a gentle squeeze as his fingers raced along its length. It felt much softer than Cash's cock and his thought was - even if he did decide to try and take this up his ass, it wouldn't be hard enough to get inside, especially a tight ass like his. But the more he rubbed the staff, the more he realised it was still growing. Bringing his other hand into play, together, his fingers only just met. This had to be the thickest dick in the history of the human race! "Its not you know." Garth called out to Brett, as he sat beside Cash and did much the same for him as Brett was doing for Todd. "What's not?" Brett questioned back. "Bet you were thinking its the biggest dick of all times." Brett answered by staying silent and working his fingers a little faster along the more hardened tool. Now, he found it was more unbending then earlier and the question of it going into him had been answered. "Todd, tell him about the guy you know." Brett looked into Todd's face and waited for whatever it was, he had to share. "Well, I know a man back in Sudiman who's got a dick a little bit longer than me and the same thickness - maybe a bit bigger there as well. But see how my dick has a narrowing head?" Brett nodded. "Well his is the same thickness to the head, then it gets much fatter!" "No one could take a guy with a dick like that!" "I can't anyway. He seems happy just to be played with and licked off. He don't cum much, even after I give him tonic. He still spunk like a little boy." Todd laughed - obviously proud that he can still perform well and fire off copious loads of cum, despite the fear he puts into anyone seeing him. "Is it hard yet?" Garth called out once more. He lifted his head to try and see over Todd's thigh. "Almost there." He turned back to Cash, just as pleased with what he had in his hand, as what he held earlier that day, now under the control of Brett. He'd not be jealous with either of these two. "Come on!" Todd rose up from his haunches and stood before Brett. He reached down and pressed his arching dick down, so it pointed toward Brett's lips. How he was going to do anything with this, he didn't know. Brett opened his mouth as wide as he could and found the head just popped inside. Todd stood still, allowing Brett to grow accustomed to the mass in his mouth, and to give him a chance to work up some spittle over it. Brett's heart started to pump wildly as the idea of this gigantic instrument being buried the few inches inside his lips. His tongue lashed out at it and lathered it with spit. It had a metallic taste to it which excited him more, reminding him that he really did have a man of steel in his jaws. Todd gave up waiting and rocked slowly on his heels. His column of manmeat slipped in another inch, retracted, then took two more inches before slipping away again. Not long, and he was pressing into the back of Brett's throat. The boy marine remembered what Cash had taught him earlier today. He breathed in deeply over the hot dick, opened his mouth a touch wider, loosened his throat muscles and edged that tool a fraction further. It slipped past the back of his throat and he felt a gagging he never did with Cash. It spread his gullet wider than before and worked a few inches down. Todd drew back. "Hey, I never expect anyone too take me right down. I be happy where I am." But Brett had felt he was close to achieving - he also remembered the power he felt over Cash when he did achieve something greater than before. He ignored Todd and as the man edged into him again, he prepared himself and drove his mouth over the dick even more. Todd tried to pull back the few inches to bring himself back into the mouth cavity, but Brett kept following him. Brett breathed deeply through his nose and sunk over that meat an inch more. Todd had never been taken this deeply into a mouth and he stood stock still in amazement. Then, after Brett had backed away, took another deep breath and swallowed him to that same depth as before, Todd watched to see how far he could now go. Another couple of inches disappeared inside the lips. Now, Brett was eating more than 10" of this super thick cock. "Yes! Take it!" Garth had been watching and knew his own efforts earlier in the day had failed. Brett looked at Garth in the corner of his eye and saw the marine Sergeant almost drooling at the mouth, at the sight of this. He pulled back until Todd was spat from his lips. Brett lay back on the carpet and reaching up, signalled to Todd to lay over him. Todd knelt at Brett's shoulders, facing his feet, then fell forward onto his spread hands, which were now placed by Brett's sides. He raised his entire body up, as if he was about to perform a set of push-ups and then lowered his body slowly down, perfectly aimed. The mighty dagger slipped by Brett's wide open lips. Brett tossed his head way back to create a flawless passage for deep throating. The mammoth cockhead coasted passed the back of the throat and began its trek into the gullet. Brett hurried it along by raising his torso off the deck, just a little at first, then more, as he found the dick slip deeper and deeper inside. His throat had grown accustom to the girth, and now, its length was not much longer than Cash - so he knew he could do it. Todd watched his prick going out of sight. Only a couple of inches stood between the lips and his very hairy balls - which by now were hanging quite heavily and low, away from his body. "Yes!" Todd had never before been so totally eaten up. He could see now that Brett would achieve what no other man or woman had done before. He moved himself deeper into Brett and watched his ball nudge the man on the forehead, then drop over his nose. He slowly pulled away a few inches before slipping back inside for the most beautiful sensation he ever had when being sucked. He noticed Brett struggling for a breath through his nose and slowly pulled back until the head was only just into the throat. Brett took a few deep breaths and clamped tighter around the dick. Todd got the message and slowly plunged himself back inside. He worked up a slow beat and every minute or so, he pulled back out as before. Soon they built up a rhythm for when he would withdrew for Brett to breath and when he would drive home once more. And as they become more and more attuned to one another's needs and confidence in each other to watch over the other, both men increased their rate of action. Todd sped up to a steady fuck, while Brett was able to now lay back with his head propped up by a hand Todd slipped under his neck. His only had to lay there and breath at the right time. Both Cash and Garth stopped and came closer to watch this. With the audience, the men become more game. Todd increased his thrusting speed yet again, as well as altered the depth. He would pull much of the way out and thrust all the way inside again. Brett soon learnt to breath almost every half a dozen times, as this seemed to fall into line with his quick breathing pattern anyway. Occasionally they missed the beat of the other and once Brett gagged, coughing a few times, but when Todd tried to pull himself right back, so as to be only inside the mouth itself, Brett lifted his head and sucked him back inside. Meanwhile, Garth was squatting between Cash's thighs and chewing on that glorious dick. They settled in next to the others, so both could watch Brett and Todd, while still enjoying their own at the same time. Garth wasn't taking his dick down the throat at all. He merely sucked on whatever filled his mouth. But Cash was trying to change that by pushing himself deeper. Garth gave into the silent demands, opening a little wider each time. Soon, Cash was spearing well into the throat and Garth was forced to get down lower of the floor to accommodate this. He soon become so busy trying to accept the large cock into his gullet, that he had to do much the same as Brett - laying onto the floor, as Cash stretched himself out, over his body. The two black men were now fucking the faces of the two white marines, at a faster speed each moment that passed. Cash was also achieving the desired result, occasionally slamming his nuts against the chin on Garth's face. But since Garth was taking his face-fucking with Cash facing the same way as he was, rather than in reverse, as Brett and Todd were doing it, he couldn't take that cock as deeply as Brett. They both realised this and Cash slowly rotated around, to be like Todd. His dick never left Garth's lips. Soon, he was poised above Garth, who had also thrown his head back to make the clear passage to his guts, just as Brett was doing. Not more than a few minutes passed, when Cash made a suggestion. "Want to swap?" Todd looked down at his dick being completely swallowed and wondered if he wanted to lose that, then have to train another guy to do what no one else had been able to do before. With some reservations, he slowly pulled back. Brett followed the dick, now waving in the air over his face. He licked at it before finally grabbing it and pointing it straight into his mouth for the last quick head suck, before Todd moved too far out of reach. Brett was somewhat disappointed, but as soon as Cash's heavy throbber was hovering over his face, his frustration turned to lust. As he gobbled the new dick into his mouth and inclined his head back to make way for it into his upper belly, he tried to watch Garth with the more impossible task. Todd straddled his face and brought the massive meat package closer. Garth licked it a few times before opening up and letting it glide passed his teeth and to the back of the throat. He positioned himself as he had been for Cash but really hesitated mentally, as to whether or not he could do this, or even try. Todd easied himself deeper, going around the bend in the throat and moving further into the oral channel. Garth could feel that extra wide girth spreading his throat muscles apart. He found he wasn't gagging - yet - but then, he only had a few inches into the gullet. Todd pulled back and told Garth to take a breath and relax. When he felt the deep breath whistle over his hot meat, he commenced the inward journey. He took himself quickly to where he had just reached and then pressed in further. The throat spread and he thundered by for a further couple of inches. Then, once more, he dragged himself all the way back to just inside the mouth, gave Garth time to resettle, breath and realise it just might work. Once more, in he plunged. More quickly this time, so as to get to the last attained point so he could more quickly try for even a greater depth. In he went. Garth coughed and gagged as Todd's balls scraped over his forehead. Todd pulled back a few inches, but not right back this time. As Garth composed himself, Todd speared back in again and pushed until his nuts rested on Garth's upper lip. He held himself in there and pressed even harder. Once he showed Garth it could be done, he withdrew to the throat, letting him breath some more and thereafter, commenced to swing his body into a swift, full length tempo. Now, both marines had achieved what no other person had done. This not only thrilled Todd but made Garth and Brett very pleased with themselves as well. The four fell into the momentum now. Then, first Todd, then Cash, leant forward without upsetting the strokes, to take the two marine's dicks inside their own mouths. Now, all four were deep throating one another. Brett watched Todd eating Garth down and wished it could be him. He had wanted sex with Garth for so long now. And at last, here he was, laying side by side with him - able to observe his fine, muscular frame and his more than adequate dick. He also knew that from now on, there would be many sessions with him - his dream would be fulfilled. But right now, he did so want to have his first bash at that Sergeant's cock. With his mouth and throat completely stopped up, Garth wasn't able to cry out a warning. His balls slammed into his body and his juices quickly rushed up his fire hose. The muffled warning to Todd and the few quick humps and hip swings from side to side were too late coming. Todd realised what Garth was on about, only when he tasted the first blast of cum shooting across his tongue. He lifted his face off the exploding dick and with a big smile called out - "hey - volcano erupting." The other two turned their heads as best they could to see Garth's 8" throbbing tool pump out a fountain of spunk, which splashed across Todd's face. The man dropped his greedy mouth over the spurting head and made sure nothing else escaped him. He ate all he was given and then sought more. Once he found nothing left to feast on, he let Garth's dick flop free. Then, he slowly withdrew his own cock from Garth's mouth. He knew how Garth always needed a little rest after blowing a load away. He sat next to Garth, stroking his own tool. Garth took a few deep breaths and after giving Todd a "thank you" smile, took over the task of whipping that monstrous dick at super fast speed. He had learnt that afternoon - as Brett had done with cash - that Todd was well able to survive any beating he was given. He could hold back a month before shooting if that was what he wanted. Meanwhile, it meant Garth could relax and enjoy playing with the most mightiest of pieces on God's earth. "You ready too?" Cash asked Brett. Although his cock was as hard as all get out, he had blown twice already that afternoon and would take a long time to cum again. He gave a negative nod to Cash. "Then you want mine?" Brett slowly run his hands the powerful body stretched out above him and gave a long deep - "hmmmmm!" Brett felt and watched the gorgeous tree trunk slip further and further from his throat, while still maintaining a steady fuck motion. Cash backed off bit by bit until his cock was only rooting about inside Brett's mouth. Then, as earlier that day, Brett watched Cash bring himself off. His body went into a convulsive tremor and he was unable to hold himself in the push-up position any longer. He fell onto his knees and trembled uncontrollably. It amazed Brett how he could simply tell himself - blow. The lovely dick also quaked now, swelling larger inside the mouth. The head was pulsating, growing bigger and shrinking back before flaring broader again. Brett tasted a few ample issues of precum being forced ahead of the main delivery. His earlier experience with Cash brought on a wish. He forced the dick out of his mouth, hand feeding more ooze out the end of the dick, which he lapped away. He felt the cock turn almost violent in his fists and knew the dispatch of gallons was on its way. He lapped and licked quickly at the red, inflamed head, occasionally taking the tip between his lips and sucking hard on it. This took its final toil and he no sooner took his lips away when Cash spunked straight down into the closed lips. Brett quickly opened wide and watched the glorious sight of thick ropes shooting into his mouth. Once again, he closed off his throat so none could slip by. Quickly, his mouth started to fill with cum. A puddle collected at the back of his throat. Meanwhile, his tight fists were wasting their time trying to force more spunk out of the dick, because it was still flowing freely without any need for help. It took no time at all for Brett to realise that this blasting was far greater than the one in the afternoon. Whatever this tonic was, the two Sudiman said they took, obviously worked a treat on nut juice. His firing slowed to just a steady, long stream of milky fluid, which overflowed out the end of the dick, rather than rushing in spurts. And soon the puddle become a pool of cloudy, hot mucous man soup. Now, Brett's strong fisting on the fuck tube produced some effect. Slurping his tongue and lips over the head of the weakening slug, he gathered all remaining evidence that Cash had just giving a nut load and a half. But the evidence remained in his mouth and he slaved over it as Cash arose and moved to lay on the coach. Brett sat up and actually fingered some of the strands of spunk. Not one of the men could contain themselves, bursting into laughter. Garth reminded them of what was said about an hour earlier. "Who need booze when we've got a home brew on tap?" "Can you make a home brew like Cash?" Brett toyed with the last of the thick glue stretching across his teeth and look directly at Todd. The man glanced around at the others. Cash was laying, spent on the couch and Garth wasn't too far behind Cash, as yet, not fully recovered. He gave Brett a nod but pointed to the couch. Brett and Todd went over to where Cash was laying and he soon got the message. He slipped down onto the floor, but went no further away. Todd went to the end of the couch and Brett understood what he had in mind. He lay on the couch with his head over the end of the arm rest. His head fell back automatically. Todd knelt into the arm rest and his still raging dick pointed right for Brett's forehead. He took his weapon in hand and merely lifted it a few inches, so as it was now aimed exactly where both wanted it to be. Brett's mouth fell wide and Todd let himself fall forward. Instantly, the two coupled together. There was no waiting nor pausing. Todd lowered himself more and more, while thrusting his hips forward in short jabs. His tool edged deeper and deeper with each prod until his hairy nuts mashed into Brett's face. If he took 30 seconds to plug the hole up, that would be all it was. He felt a strangeness come over him. He respected this marine more than any other man, because he was the first guy to truly devour to his balls. He respected him because he wasn't pretending to be anything other than what he was - a man who enjoyed hot sex with another man. But he also found he had a conflicting thought rising in his mind. This man did devour other men! This man saw only dicks, spunk and glorious hot sessions. Was it possible he never considered - the man - himself? Did Brett think about the man behind the dick? This bothered Todd to even have such a thought. He found he lay across Brett's face for longer than it took to get inside him before realising what he was thinking. Brett didn't seem to mind that the dick stayed stock still inside his guts all that time. He had been ready. His tongue did its best to play with the under side of the dick in his mouth, while his teeth chewed lightly on the hairy base. His hands were in heaven, playing with the balls hanging on his nose as well as skimming over the tight ass ring deep inside the cleavage of Todd's butt. Todd came to his senses and screwing the guy with long, slow pumps. He increased this minute by minute, ranging from total insertion to only the helmet gripped between scraping teeth. The big black dick rolled in and out, with ever accelerating rapidity. Brett was enjoying every little and big bit of it. One hand was now permanent lodged inside Todd's butt. His fingers were fucking the hole. All four to the final knuckle. Like Cash, Todd's ass was wide open and since both of them obviously fucked one another often, this was no surprise. He concentrated on the ring, between glorious flashes as he enjoyed the dick slithering inside his gullet. He slipped his thumb against the expanding ring and gave it a little push. Todd knew what he was doing and slowed, then stopped his fucking. He dipped his butt by spreading his thighs apart, to allow better access. Just as obviously, Todd had been fisted before today or he knew he could take it. Either way, Brett felt Todd's only movement being a downward pressure onto his hand. The fingers went inside deeper and the thumb was now almost in as well. Todd realised his dick was completely lodged inside Brett's mouth. He pushed himself back onto the hand even more, which let his dick slide out of the throat a little as well. Brett realized that this guy's ass must really take a pounding, if he can virtually take a fist up his bum without a need for any greasing. Brett let go of those lovely hot nuts and brought that second hand up to assist the one forcing entry into Todd's ass. He gripped his wrist and pushed. Todd gave a grunt as the hand slipped inside and his wide assring hugged Brett's wrist. "Make a fist" he hissed, with slight pain in his voice. Then, as Brett obeyed and closed his hand up, forming a massive knot which would be even bigger than the head of the cock in his mouth, Todd returned to a slow indepth screwing. This fucking action aided the hand to move deeper and once Brett turned his arm into a battering ram, he was giving Todd plenty to think about. He was climbing inside, to the middle of his forearm with each thrust before pulling it back to the closed fist. Todd rode the fucking arm with every increasing vigour. Any pain he may have been experiencing, must either be gone, or he was dealing with it now. His panting grew louder as he squatted and rose off and on the arm. Brett noticed Todd's fucking strokes becoming more erratic. His pace quickened but he fucked less and less deeply, until he seemed to settle to a point where his dick went only just beyond the back of Brett's throat. He didn't need to be told why. He could feel the ass taking just a little more of his forearm each time. He couldn't lower himself further, over the arm, unless he drew back from Brett's throat. And the increasing rush of fluid dribbling out the end of his dick, over the tongue, gave Brett something else to enjoy aside from a fat dick 12" down his gullet. "Oh yes! Lick it!" Todd hissed. Brett was licking the baseline of the fleeting dick, but he wasn't aware that both Garth and Cash had moved in behind Todd and between them, their mouths were working a treat on his crack. Brett only come to realise this when he felt the tongues lapping around his arm or wrist as he drove in and out of the ass. Both mouths slaved on the stretched ring and Brett as well, making his job easier, as they wet the passage and his fucking tool. He felt a tongue forcing its way hard against the hole and every now and again, whoever it was, succeeded in having his mouth meat dragged inside the full hole by Brett's rapidly fucking arm. But since he was fucking in and out so swiftly, the tongue would only remain inside for a fraction of a moment. But then he felt a more solid object pressing against his arm. Then more of them. Straining to look backwards, while still keeping the dick firmed lodged in his mouth, he saw the others with their hands up behind Todd. They were trying to install their fingers inside as well. The assring did spread just a little more and he could feel a couple - maybe three fingers - thrust inside and stay pressed in place. His arm was now travelling over the fingers, so Todd's hole was spread even wider than before. But Todd only seemed t like this, as all could feel him dipping lower to try and gain more of everything, inside his body. Brett decided if this was his wish, he should have it. He forced his arm inside harder each stroke and before very long, he was within an inch or two of his elbow. Nor was his arm just average! He worked out regularly as all marines do. Hie had quite a muscular physique and his arms were no exception. The other two removed their digits and returned to licking and tonguing the ass and the arm, when they saw just how much was being crammed inside the hole. "He's ready." Cash whispered to Garth. Brett heard and centred his thoughts on the dick, to see if he could sense any indication, this was right. "How do yu' know?" Garth asked. "His ankles." Brett was in a good position to look down to the floor. He looked at Todd's ankles to see what Cash might be meaning. Todd's feet were quivering. His ankles were swerving this way and that. Then, he noticed this quiver and tremble moving up into the thighs and they buckled a little. Todd slowed his fucking movement as his whole body now began to shudder. Brett could actually see the vibrations running up and down the entire body and it was now being transmitted down the giant shaft, into his mouth and throat. He wondered how he could pull back away from Todd so he might enjoy a similar sight to the show Cash gave him. But he no sooner pondered what might be needed, when Todd slowly backed away. He pulled out completely then stepped back from the arm rest by about half a foot. His stood there shaking and in a fit of convulsions. His hands were working like pistons on his own dick until Brett forced them away and took over the task. "No!" Todd broke free of Brett's grip. He stepped back even further, almost tripping over the two on the floor behind him. Then, he take a few more steps away from all of them and dropped onto the floor. His fists pounded the dick with ever increasing pumps. His hips rose off the carpet and he aimed his dick back toward his own face. A mighty flash of white lightning burst out of his cock and shot clear over his body, landing squarely on his chin and lips. His tongue flickered out of his mouth and gathered it back inside. He let the next couple find a similar target and range, then he dropped his butt back onto the carpet so that further volleys created twisted ropes across his stomach and chest. Before it ebbed to merely rivers running down the length of his dick and collecting in pools in his thick hairs, all three men fell on their knees beside him and were cleaning him up. Three tongues made short work of it and before his dick stopped emitting its valuable cargo, only a few tickles running over his fingers and shaft remained. He took his hands away and ate these from his fingers while Garth slurped whatever run down the top side, Brett chewed on the underbelly of the stork and Cash nosed into the bushy hairs, licking the knots out of it. But it was Garth who climbed the highest, quickest, to be able to drop his lips over the flared, bright red acorn and suck for all his worth. As he lifted his mouth for a breath,, the others saw he had found a real feast. Spunk coated his teeth and tongue, but it all vanished when his lips covered the tool once more. By the time he finally fell away from the feeding frenzy on Todd's cock, not a sign of cum was in sight, anywhere. "You ain't blown yet." Garth licked his lips and reached for Brett's hard dick. "What say you share your load like Todd just did?" Brett grinned and shook his head - such oversexed guys he never met in his life! "Come on..." Garth's words stopped as his mouth closed over Brett's tool. Now, Brett had dreamed of this guy sucking his dick for 2 years! He felt his balls immediately churn and a surging thrill gushed through his entire being. "Well, lay down you guys." Brett pointed to the floor. The other two laid flat on the backs and Brett edged Garth over toward them. Soon, the three men lay side by side and Brett moved along the line, dipping his dick into each mouth for a few minutes each. Every time to slipped inside Garth, he felt the rush increase. He couldn't help himself. He wondered - when his time arrived - if he could be fair and share his spunking for all of them, or give it to the one he most adored and who he knew loved devouring cum. But then he thought, Todd had the right idea. The instant he felt he was going over the edge, he would just fall down flat and let them sort it all out between them. Meantime, he enjoyed shifting his dick from one warm mouth to another. He would drop his dick into a mouth, then fall forward and suck the dick of the guy sucking him. He never had it so good. This had to be heaven - but when did he die?? He didn't know when he died, but he knew when he was about to die - any second now. His cock was being chewed hard and rapidly by Cash. His balls were being squeezed by Todd, who was next in line for a face-fuck. But Brett knew that wasn't going to happen. It was too late and his only thought now was, do the right thing. He pulled out of Cash and Todd rose up with his mouth open, waiting for his prize. But Brett moved backwards on his knees a few paces, then fell backwards. His thighs spread wide and stretched taut by the weight of his whole body pulling back, his dick arched back toward his navel and almost kissed it with the tip of the cock. The others knew what he was doing and they quickly gathered on all sides. Garth bent over and took the head into his mouth. Brett hardly had time to think how nice it was going to be to give him the first spurt, when Garth reeled backwards when the hot blast crashed into the back of his throat. He got such a shock by its power and burning heat, his mouth came up and off the crown. As it did, the second discharge climbed high into the air and came down on Brett's chest. Todd was closest to this and he lapped it away, then turned to watch the other two snapping at the gushing jets in mid air. Garth actually achieved this once. His mouth caught the tail end of a spurting stream and he sucked at it, literally dragging it back into his mouth as if it was contained in a straw. But there was never any need for concern, as the all got a portion and as Brett squeezed more white paste out the end for them, it was all that was left. Brett was extra pleased when that glutton Garth decided to seek the last remaining bits, as he did with Todd - falling over Brett's cock and sucking it like it was his only source of oxygen. "Who wants to fuck me?" Garth asked after they had all had a good meal, shower and were sitting back with fresh drinks in hand. Yes, they actually went out for the drinks and pizza. Three hands went up while the other three hands wrapped around dicks. "Oh I see we are in for a very late night here guys."