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By now, I’d decided that this Vince guy knew exactly what the score was. I was still parked under the stained sheet. True it offered some attempt at modesty, but at the same time it displayed all the spots and stains of our multiple fuck sessions. I thought back to the pizza delivery earlier—of course—Curtis probably invited him to come back later and join in the fun. I focused on Curtis’ face for any telltale expression, awaiting further developments. There was none really, he just smiled and asked Vince, then me if anyone needed a beer, as he was thirsty.

Vince just said, “Yeah man, I’d kill for one.” I added to count me in too, and Curtis disappeared from the room. Vince came over to the bed and extended his hand to me. We shook, and then Vince just grabbed hold of the sheet cover and pulled it out of my hands. There I was exposed, lying there with a semi-hard dick sticking up against my stomach.

Vince just smiled and pulled out his shirt-tail, then started unbuttoning his work shirt. “Glad to get this stinkin’ pizza shirt off, the smell kinda gets to ya after a while.” He pulled his arms out of the shirt and threw it against the chair in the corner. Then his hands went for his belt, undoing it, and then pulling down the zipper. He let the pants drop around his ankles, then just stepped out of them, leaving them in a heap next to his feet. He reached down and pulled off each sock, throwing them in the direction of his shirt. He was now just clad in a pair of tightly fitting boxer-briefs.

It was very evident that he intended on inviting himself in on the action. Actually, he’d probably been invited when he’d delivered the pizzas. I guessed that this was the “See ya later” I’d heard earlier. My eyes surveyed this athletic specimen. Vince’s chest was amazing. It was clear that he probably worked out constantly. He was very nicely built, but not over done, broad shoulders and a moderate amount of hair running over the upper chest, then trailing neatly down his stomach, expanding below his navel, creating one appetizing happy trail that for now disappeared under the waistband of his briefs, which clearly showed a bulging basket and a prick that curved to the right that was slowly snaking towards his waistband. His legs were moderately hairy, sculptured and told of hours of leg lifts at the gym. He was one might fine sexy specimen of manhood all right.

“You guys enjoy the pizzas?” Vince broke the silence with small talk. “I made them myself.”

“Yes, those pies were outstanding. I can’t believe we polished both of them off, but I was so hungry, I could have probably made a dent in another still. You guys sure make one hell of a pizza—it’s probably the best one I’ve had in a long time.” “Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the compliment. Speaking of enjoy—I brought a couple more pies. I figured you guys might still be hungry…sort of a midnight snack or something. Speaking of enjoy—you’re looking pretty good too.” Vince’s eyes were directed towards my nakedness—and I looked down at my growing hardness. “Well, guess it’s time to join the crowd and get comfortable.” Vince then just whisked off his boxer-briefs and his now completely hard cock just sprang upwards. Like everything else, this leg was very impressive—probably a good 8-9 inches and respectably thick. He took a couple of steps and was at my side of the bed with his boner saluting my face. He then just sat down next to me. I started to sit up, but he just leaned over me, thwarting my progress. He pressed his body against my chest, smiled, and then leaned in for a kiss.

“Jesus, you guys could at least wait up!” Curtis boomed as he entered with his hands full of as many beers as he could balance—two apiece I think—on top of two pizza boxes. Vince and I both sat up and accepted the beers, and then we each took a slice from the top box. I hadn’t realized just how hungry I’d become already. We wolfed down two slices each, finished the first bottle of beer, then the conversation started in. Vince was filling in at his dad’s pizza business for the summer, and since they had two guys that didn’t show up for work—he’d had to blow his Saturday night plans. However, he readily admitted that he really hadn’t had any anyway, and this was going to rescue the evening.

The conversation then turned to sex. Vince was interested in how we’d hooked up, and Curtis gave him the 5 cent condensed version, omitting the episode with Ralph. When he was nearly done, I asked Curtis about Vince. Curtis told me that he and Vince had been friends ever since Junior High, and had found out about each other near the end of their senior year in High School, after both of them got screwed out of getting a date for their prom. Instead of going to the prom, they’d gone out in the country, got loaded on some beers and well, one thing sorta led to another…and before they knew it…they were all over each other. That was nearly two years ago, and they’d been getting together ever since.

Vince apparently had already known the “coast was clear” that Curtis’ parents were up at the lake for the weekend, so he’d already planned on paying a visit. The pizza delivery had just been sort of a bonus. This revelation reminded Curtis, “Oh yeah, that reminds me, I owe you $10 bucks from the delivery.” I thought to myself, “Good, that made it a deal.” While I was contemplating the windfall, Curtis sat himself down on my right side, and then leaned across my front, Vince did the same from my left. Their lips met, then they leaned in seeking out mine. I found myself in a three-way kiss briefly, then we all just tumbled backwards and the playful thrashing, dick grabbing, balling, and dick sucking began.

We kept jockeying for various positions and desired objects. We soon found we could make a circle and each of us conveniently suck cock. This was really nothing amazing, but having a third person sure made it interesting. We went at it for several minutes, before Vince pulled off Curtis’ pole and said he had to stop or he’d shoot. We all ceased our activity. Curtis reached for the lube, took some, passed it to me, and then he leaned over Vince and pushed his hand between Vince’s butt cheeks without saying a word. Apparently this was clearly something Vince enjoyed—his facial expressions gave him away. I followed suit, attacking Curtis’ ass with my lubed fingers, after passing the lube to Vince. Shortly thereafter, I felt Vince’s fingers greasing my hole, and then invading. We all were fingering each other, first one finger, then two, and then three. Curtis must have been quite an expert and finding Vince’s sweet spot, suddenly Vince was groaning and bucking. Likewise I scored a direct hit on Curtis’ prostate, and Vince found my weakness. Then I felt a warm spurt against my stomach, another, another…Vince had lost it and was shooting volley after volley of cum—without even touching himself.

Both Curtis and I were leaking readily, and we probably could have continued and followed Vince’s lead, but we stopped. Vince just said, “Don’t worry, I’m just getting’ warmed up…lots more to follow.” Curtis apparently knew this to be true as he just nodded his head in agreement. “Well, now that we’re loosened up—what say we get fucked up?” Vince offered as he swung his ass towards Curtis’ leaking pole. Curtis was on him in a flash, and had his staff buried to his balls seconds later. He turned in my direction and beckoned me to attack his backside. I eagerly obliged and Curtis was suddenly sandwich meat. Curtis was going wild and I had some difficulty in matching his rhythm, making my thrusts match, as it was pretty much a necessity, since his anus would clamp down rhythmically whenever he thrust into Vince. This pulsation was driving me wild.

I found myself being pulled along by Curtis’ rhythm, and I was on an undeniable path to a grand climax and a body shattering ejaculation, when suddenly Curtis stopped without warning. I banged into his backside once more before I too ground to a halt. Curtis pulled out of Vince, and then rolled him over on his back, grabbed his legs and placed them over his shoulders. All this movement also caused me to slip out of Curtis’ hole. This was probably a good thing, as I was very near the point of no return. A bit of a breather was a good thing.

With Vince on his back and legs in the air, Curtis re-inserted his fuck pole inside Vince’s gaping hole. Vince let out a loud and throaty moan of pleasure. Curtis just stayed there motionless, waiting for me to get into position. I was only too happy to oblige. I centered myself on Curtis’ wet rosebud and pushed in as far as I could. Curtis flinched a bit, then let out sort of a low hissed, “Oh yeah…that’s it…you got it.” With that said, he drew back and started plowing Vince’s hole. This time I matched his rhythm much more easily.

Vince was staring at us both and began spewing foul language imparting just about every four-letter word I’d ever heard of—and some new creations too! It sounded really vulgar, but at the same time it seemed to have a dramatic effect on Curtis, as he picked up both the pace and roughness of the pillaging of Vince’s chute. I noticed that Vince’s big fleshy sausage was hard again and he grabbed it and began stroking it wildly, matching Curtis’ inward thrusts. We all were on our individual paths to paradise.

Vince ceased his cursing and barrage of verbal abuse just long enough to let out an unmistakable guttural moan of ecstasy, letting both of us know he was going over the edge. Over the edge was an understatement—more like over his head. The first two globs sailed right over his forehead striking the headboard. The next three spurts landed on his forehead and face. The next couple landed on his neck and upper chest. Vince was a cum covered mess from his nipples up. His cock continued to ooze the rest of his load making a mess of his “happy trail” and pooling in his navel. He was still bucking wildly to Curtis’ continuing assaults. I watched his tongue lick some of the cum around his mouth—whatever it could reach, and then he angrily spewed forth his lust driven demands.

“You queer fuckin’ assholes—you sick pervs—fuck yeah—I wanna see you shoot your fuckin’ pricks! Come on you asshole fucks—shoot it in my face!” Vince snarled.

I’d been planning on just plowing Curtis’ asshole and filling him up again—something that was going to happen damn soon. Curtis changed all that—he responded to Vince’s command two thrusts later. He pulled out and still on his knees, scooted up on Vince’s slippery chest, his balls dragging themselves up through his slime coated “happy trail”. This was enough to set him off. Curtis arched his back, then pointed his leaking poker squarely at Vince’s open mouth, “Take my fuckin’ load you greedy assed bastard!”

Curtis’ cock began to spew forth—load after load—all of his viscous juices landing squarely on Vince’s face and in his greedy mouth. Vince’s tongue was flicking furiously—going for all the gusto he could lap up. I had been really close to dropping my load when Curtis had pulled away. Now after witnessing all this—I felt the churning start—I wasn’t even touching the damn thing! I quickly stepped back, maneuvered around Curtis and parked my prong adjacent to Curtis’ subsiding flow. I let go. Vince just eagerly turned his head a bit—directing his mouth at my eruptions. I let the raunchy bastard have it but good—right in the face.

In my haste, I’d positioned myself a bit closer to fuck-face’s mouth, so my prick was right on target—too close! Next thing I knew, Vince’s gullet was covering my still pulsing boner. God—the feeling! Vince sure was one talented cocksucker. He was intent on getting every last shot and licking me clean. That’s what he thought—but the sensation was just too much of a good thing—I involuntarily pulled out—he was driving me nuts. As soon as I pulled away, Vince began attacking Curtis’ turgid cock. He sucked the remaining life out of it, cleaning off its turbid cocktail of cum, lube, and anal juices.

Since I had finished—boy was I finished—I set about catching my breath. The mixture of man sweat, cum, and juicy assholes was even stronger coming from the three of us. The bed sheets were all but completely soaked through now, a rumpled and sticky mess. It was sort of impossible to distinguish between the misdirected lube and the errant cum, but the light tan spots, clearly told of their origin. I was noticing these when Vince pulled off Curtis’ cock and spun him around on his chest so Curtis’s cock was staring tip to tip with Vince’s. Then Vince reached around Curtis, pulling his butt cheeks up his chest towards his face, all the while dragging the ass cheeks through the cum field on his body. He then buried his face in the stuff and began rimming the hell out of Curtis’ wet anus.

Amazingly, Vince’s cock was throbbing again, and soon began leaking a steady stream of pre-cum, and then it erupted again without any further stimulation. This time however, it was just a steady group of lesser spurts that barely reached Curtis’ crotch and dick—coating them with a new load. And yes—true to form—Vince made sure he cleaned his load off Curtis’ dick and balls. My own dick was hard again, after taking all of this in. Vince noticed, and then looked up at me grinning, but I let him know there was no way I was ready for anything more. This guy was some kind of perverted maniac! Besides, I wasn’t at all keen on kissin’ that face of his!

Finally, we were all pretty much spent, and discovered that we had worked up a thirst—well maybe not Vince. But we all had that second beer and finished off the luke-warm pizza. Again, showers were not in the cards. The three of us piled into bed and watched a late-late movie, curved around each other in a piggy mess. The last thing I remembered before I drifted off was that my cock was sore to the point of hurting. The damn thing needed a rest—I was sure I couldn’t use it again anytime soon. Thank GOD it was already Sunday—a day of rest—it had to be!