Gay Erotic Stories

Mondays usually were lightweight for me and the ramp guys. Today was no exception, with only five railcars to off load and three to load. During my morning break in our building, I wrote down my address and phone number on a small piece of scrap paper. Then, I caught Tolsen driving down one of the rows in a new Acura he was taking to the staging area.

He rolled down the window and frowned, “What the hell do you want?” Then he cracked a miniscule smile, just to let me know he was staying in character for anyone who might be around. I had made sure there wasn’t.

“Don’t mess up that new leather with your greasy butt, Jack.”

“Fuck those rich bastards. They deserve to sit in my sweat.”

I handed him the paper. “Call me when you get your last load out of here. We should be done on the ramp in about two hours.”

He took the paper and rolled up the window, tucking my info in his shirt pocket. We finished loading our three railcars and I was home by around 3 pm, where I saw a familiar car in the apartment complex lot.

Gary got out when he saw me pull into my spot. “Are you up?”

“I don’t know, let me look.” Looking to my crotch, I answered, “Not yet, how about you?”

“I’m still holding it.”

“Follow me.”

Along the way, I told him I’d given Jack my phone and address, so he could come over some time and get better acquainted. Gary pretended to be hurt.

“How come he’s got your number and I don’t?”

We had just reached the second floor and, as I unlocked my door, I played along with him. “Hell, you ain’t nobody! Why should I give my phone number to you?”

“Oh, I see. You just take whoever comes along. I’m old news now?”

Once inside with the door closed, I unbuttoned his shirt and explained, as I got a hand rubbing into that chest hair. “I’ll give you my number, darlin’. We’ve just been too busy lately. You won’t be old news until tomorrow.”

“Hurt my feelings, will ya?”

I let go of his fur and wrote the number down. “I didn’t know you were the sensitive type. Here, don’t lose this, ‘cause I only give it out once.” He took it from me, unzipped his pants and stuffed the paper inside. “There, now I’ll remember where I put it.”

“Let me get showered, and then we’ll see what else will fit in there.”

“Why don’t we just take a bath?”

“Aren’t you cleaned up yet?

“Yeah--I showered about an hour ago.”

“Why you pervert -- wanting to rape me in my own bathtub.”

He stood there with a big smile, hands on hips, pants unzipped and belly hanging out.

“No, really, I’m funky. Let me shower, then I’ll run some bath water.” I gave him a poke in the belly button.

“Oh, please sir. Don’t beat me. I’ll be good.” “Don’t make fun of poor Jack, he can’t help it. I think we freaked his shit out.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s my turn now.”

“I’m gonna shower now, you heartless S.O.B.”

“Okay, I’ll wait.”

I got cleaned up and dried, then rinsed out the tub and started running a hot bath. Still nude, I headed for my bedroom to get some undershorts, where I found Gary stretched out on my bed, also properly stripped. “Nice bed. Queen?”

“Yep,” I grabbed a pair of shorts to put on, but was interrupted. “What do you need those for?”

“I thought I’d get us a couple of beers in the kitchen.”

“I don’t want one. Go ahead, if you want. Where’d you get this mirror?”

“Same place I got the bed.”

When I bought the bed, I’d also purchased a mirror to go with it. Mounted on the wall to the right and two feet away from the edge of the mattress, the heavy glass ran the full length of the bed. The bottom of the glass ran parallel to the mattress and the top four feet above that.

“I hired two guys to put it up properly; had a good time watching them mount it, too. They both knew what it was for, but with two of them here, they were afraid to admit that they wanted to get their dicks sucked. If either of them had been alone, they’d have been easy targets. It was a kick watching them squirm.”

“You should’ve done ‘em both. What about this header?”

I had also purchased a brass railing, which separated the head of the mattress from the wall. With two posts at each end, 10 rails ran parallel in evenly spaced increments, giving a fellow multiple choices of where to latch on with hands and pose in a bondage position.

“Got ‘em all at once--those two guys weren’t worth messing with by the way, unlike other people I know. I’ll be right back.”

I went to the kitchen and got a cold drink of water from the fridge, when the phone rang.

“Is Kenny there?”

“This is Kenny. Hi, Jack.”

“You told me to call when I finished up.”

“Yeah, let’s set up a time this week to get together over here.”

“Will Gary be there?”

“No--just you and me. Do you know how to find these apartments?”

“Yeah, I know that street. Why do you want me to come over?”

I wondered if he was just pretending to be stupid or if it was for real. “Hell, I don’t know. I guess I kinda like you.”

There was a long pause and I began to think he was gonna chicken out. Maybe he had decided it was all a mistake and he shouldn’t do it again. Whatever, it was his turn to speak, so I patiently waited.

“Wednesday night is the only time I can get away from the house.”

“That’ll work for me. What time?”

“Probably be around 8.”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then.”

“Kenny, you’re not dickin’ me around are you?”

I remembered how things were for me when I first dealt with my sexual leanings, so I understood what the poor guy was going through. He was nervous about being exposed and needed reassurance.

“No, Jack. I don’t have time to dick people around and I don’t play silly ass games. I can’t tell on you without telling on me. Right?”

“What about Gary?”

“Gary doesn’t give a shit what I do on my time. Hell, we only started hooking up three days ago.”

“Okay, I’ll come over, but I ain’t promisin’ nothin’.”

“That’s all I want you to do. Just show up. I ain’t askin’ for nothin’!”

“See you Wednesday at 8.”

“Okay. See you then.”

I headed for the bathroom. Passing by the bedroom, I looked in to see the bed empty. Gary was sitting in the tub with his back flat on the porcelain and arms resting on the sides. He had pushed the shower curtain forward and his dick was semi-hard, floating comfortably in the water.

“How’s the temperature?”

“Just right, hop on in.”

I got some extra towels out of the closet, then stepped into the water, which was nearly too hot. “Damn, I better run some cold.”

“No. It’s okay once you’re in it. Turn it off before it runs over.”

I shut off the water and turned to stand and look down at him. In the corner was a bottle. “Hey, you found my baby oil.”

“Yep, I haven’t used this stuff in ages.”

I wasn’t quite sure where he wanted me to be, so I turned back to face the faucet and sat down between his legs, while folding mine Indian style. Then, I leaned against him and used his torso for my back rest. The water line was just below his nipples, which now poked into my shoulder blades.

“Lean forward and I’ll soak your back.”

As Gary soothed me with the hot water, I noticed an oil slick floating on the surface. “Hey. You’ve already used some of my oil.”

“Yeah, I had my dick ready to go when the phone rang.”

“That was Jack. He’s coming over Wednesday night.”

“What about me?”

“You can take a break that day.”

“Oh. Okay.”

He stopped rubbing my back, so I figured something was wrong. I looked around to see I’d broken his heart. I moved forward and turned towards him. Now kneeling between his legs, I leaned down and dished his cock out of the water, using my mouth. Once I had him hard, I reached up to grab the baby oil, and then released his dick. Holding the organ straight up and halfway out of the water with one hand, I poured oil over the head with the other and was soon hand stroking. Gary looked at me with a frown on his face, sarcastically remarking, “That’s nice.”

I let go of him, stood up and thoroughly greased up the rim of my ass. Then, I closed and discarded the baby oil bottle, turned around and sat down on that nine inch greasy pole. Yes, it had come to my attention that this man’s dick had to be more than eight. I didn’t measure it with a ruler, but in my mind it had grown bigger with each orgasm. At this point, it didn’t matter what fucking size it was, because this man knew how to use his tool. That’s all that mattered to me. Gary’s voice sounded a little more chipper. “That’s real nice.”

I leaned back onto his chest and squeezed his throbbing cock inside my ass. Then I let him know his place in our pecking order.

“Look. This is all new to Jack and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. So, I need some time alone with him.”

I put my elbows on the sides of the tub and lifted myself up a few inches. Then I dropped back down hard, taking that mighty pole as deep as it could reach.

Gary repeated himself. “That’s REAL nice.”

“Listen. The first time I let someone fuck me, it hurt like hell and I hated it. Ten years later, you come along and look at me now. I don’t want Jack to have that bad experience, because if I know you, the next time we all three hook up, that’s what you’re gonna do. Am I right?”

“That would be nice.”

I lifted up and slammed back down on Mr. Big Dick.

“That’s REALLY nice.”

“So, we’ll see what happens, but I’m hoping I can get him broken in, so we’ll all have a good time.”

There was silence, so I bounced on him a couple more times. His dick was still hard as could be and I could tell he was enjoying our conversation.

“That’s REALLY, REALLY nice!”

“So, you just cool your heels, hot dog. You can come over any night but Wednesday.” I lifted up and slammed him three more times.

“That’s so FUCKING nice!”

“I’m tired of this NICE shit!”

I brought up my feet and planted them flat on the tub surface. Then, I clamped my hands on top of his thighs and started riding him hard. Rising up until the rim of his head met the rim of my ass, I held it there and squeezed the hell out of him, before slowly lowering myself back down, rhythmically flexing the muscles in my rectum and letting gravity do the rest. My big man groaned with delight, as I crushed the living daylights out of his cock. I soon discovered that the bigger the dick, the more you can punish it. Now that Gary had properly broken in my ass with his monster unit, I was ready to make him pay the price. I ruthlessly assaulted him, twisting and turning my body with each up and down stroke. Slamming my buttocks onto his underwater pelvis, I lifted up and held his mushroom in suspense, squeezing with all my might to hold him in. Then, I reached behind me, formed a cock ring with my hand and pushed my ass towards his chest, bending his tortured shaft in the middle. “Jesus H. Christ,” signaled to me that somebody’s dick liked the punishment.

I straightened him out, let go with my hand and slammed down onto his pelvis. Immediately, I rose back to the top and slowly let gravity take me back down, one hundredth of an inch at a time, while my ass muscles reduced the diameter of his mighty meat to that of a toothpick.

All I could hear behind me was a pathetic whimper, as my torturous return trip to his lap lingered on and on. Finally, my full weight again rested on him and I sat there crushing with every ounce of strength. Then, I relaxed my muscles for about five seconds, allowing that big unit to recuperate and refill with blood. Feeling his cock swelling inside me, I decided it was getting too big and I squeezed the life out of it, slowly working my way back towards his head. Again, my journey took a lifetime and the poor man inside me let out slight whimpers and moans, completely defenseless against my torturous assault.

Once I reached the top of the pole, I held myself suspended on elbows and forearms, while his mushroom throbbed just inside the rim of my ass. Then, I gave it all back to him. “Finish it, hot dog!”

Gary clasped his hands into my trapezoids and fucked up. Despite my own weight and Gary’s upper body weight pulling on me, I kept myself suspended for him and he ruthlessly pounded that mighty cock into me. Every muscle in my arms, ass, and torso strained to remain out of the water, keeping my crushing hole stationary for him.

Pow, he slammed into me hard and moved away. Bam, he pounded me again. Water was splashing in all directions – onto the walls and the floor, as my big man drilled that massive meat in as deep as it could go. The muscles in my arms had to be sore as hell, but I couldn’t feel them. All I could sense was the overwhelming power of the man underneath me, slamming that humongous, greasy pole completely through my belly.

There was no indication that he was close and I was oblivious to all sights and sounds, as all senses were shut down save one. That bulging mushroom head savagely rubbed on the lining of my rectum, stimulating my inner sense of touch to unknown heights. The incredible masculinity pounding from below lifted me to utopia and, although no thing or no one was touching my cock, white rivers of cum started squirting from the slit. This was an orgasm from inside out, as all digits and limbs were fully occupied, unavailable to stimulate the outside skin of my penis.

Just when I thought my orgasm was nearing an end, I felt Gary’s hot, manly sperm exploding into my asshole. This caused my dick to start a whole new round of white torpedoes firing into the water. Precious, life regenerating cum simultaneously flooded my rectum and raised the water level in the tub. Neither of us made a sound. Neither of us took a breath. All muscles were tensed to capacity, as endless salvos streamed into me and out of me.

As he hung on for dear life, Gary’s fingers dug into my trapezoids with the strength of a masseuse. I remained suspended above him to receive the last droplets of cum. My white spittle was now in drooling mode, gently oozing into air and down to the water, forming gobs and drifting aimlessly about. Then, he collapsed back to the water, bringing me with him, as I kept his exhausted manhood deep inside. We both laid there panting, with him resting on the back of the tub and me resting on the front of him. Soon, Gary saw one of my torpedoes of sperm surface to float by his knee.

“What is that? Did I pull out too soon?”

I let out a sinister laugh, “You haven’t pulled out yet. I ain’t gonna let you. That’s my cum.”

“You got off?”

“I guess so. It looks like mine.”

“You can’t tell who’s cum that is. That’s gotta be mine.”

“No it isn’t. I shot a bigger load than you did!”

“I didn’t see you jack it.”

“I didn’t have to. It just came on out.”

“Wow. That’s a hell of a thing!”

“Guess that tells you what you do to me. Still worried about my date with Jack?”

I could feel his cock getting revved up again, as it started to swell inside me. Gary felt it too. “Does that answer your question as to whether or not I’m worried?”

“Guess not. Wanna go again?”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around my chest, squeezing tight. “You’re too fucking much. You done wore me out, pal. Give me a break already.”

“Well, okay then. Let’s see who shot the bigger load.”

I rose up and released his dick, and then I sat on the tub surface in front of him, spreading open my butt cheeks. Those little bubbles made that adorable underwater sound, as a fart preceded the exit of Gary’s cum. Soon, I could see long, white worms jiggling under the water, continuing to multiply with every push of my lower abdomen.

“There you are. You wanna count ‘em?”

Gary rose up to look over my shoulder. “Let’s call it a tie.”

“Sounds fair to me.”

I opened the drain and we stood up, waiting for the water level to get to our ankles. Then, I turned on the water and we showered together – both of us with erections, but we managed to get through it with no further damage.

Okay, I lied. The baby oil somehow got onto my hand and I jacked myself, while licking all over Gary’s water-drenched chest and belly. Amazing how water can make manly fur three times more beautiful, especially when the guy places his hands behind the head and stretches himself out for your tongue to attack.

We finally got thoroughly cleaned up and were drying ourselves, when there was a knock on the door. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I went to the front door to look through the hole. The clock on the wall said 6:30.

It was Jack. Opening the door, I immediately smelled booze.

“Come on in, bud. Gary’s already here.”

In his hand was a brown bag with a bottle inside. “Hey Kenny, how’s it goin’?”

He’d been drinking, but didn’t seem overly drunk. I yelled to the back, “Hey, Gary. Jack’s here.”

Jack apparently was unconcerned with Gary’s presence, or anything else for that matter.

“I stopped by the tavern for a couple of beers. I’s thinkin’ about you and decided to see if you was home. I brought you some whiskey. Do you like whiskey, Kenny? ‘Cause I brought you some whiskey.”

His speech was more comical than slurred and he seemed ok for the most part.

“A little whiskey goes a long way with me, but I might take a shot or two. What is it?”

He took out the bottle to reveal the Wild Turkey 101 label.

“Yeah, that’s good stuff. Let me get some shot glasses.”

As I spoke, Gary entered the room in his towel. “Well, hello Jack. Me and Kenny just got out of the shower, in case you couldn’t tell.”

“I see that. You two sure look purdy.”

“You don’t. Maybe you better hit the shower, too – if there’s any hot water left.”

I got three shot glasses from the kitchen and filled them up. Gary provided a meaningless toast. “Here’s to handsome dicks and knowin’ where to put ‘em.”

We slammed down the whiskey and I took Jack by the hand. Guess the beer had made him lose his fear of me.

“Come on, I’ll get you set up.” I led him down the hallway and into the bedroom. “Just leave your clothes over there by the wall.”

“What’s the bench for? You work out?”

He was pointing to the flat bench stored by the wall with dumbells and extra plates stacked underneath.

“I used to. Don’t need to where I work now. This job keeps me hard.”

He stared at the bench, while his body gently swayed back and forth, looking for balance.

“Are you okay, Jack?”

“Yeah, I’ll be better after I shower. Maybe I should eat somethin’. Got a sandwich maybe?”

“Go ahead and get out of those clothes. I’ll get you a towel and something for your stomach.”

I headed for the kitchen, where Gary was sitting at the table. He was holding his pecker in hand, waving it at me. “Better get him broken in. Junior here’s getting excited.”

“Jesus! Do you ever stop?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Hell no! Jack ain’t feelin’ too hot. I’m gonna get him something to eat.”

“Well, hurry up. Make sure he cleans up that sweaty asshole, too.”

I began putting together a bologna and cheese sandwich. “What the fuck do you want me to do? Shower with him?”

“No, but we better watch and make sure he doesn’t fall and hurt himself.”

“Oh hellh He isn’t in that bad of shape.”

I returned to the bedroom to see Jack stripped down to his underwear. “Here, eat this. I’ll put your towel on the stool in the bathroom.”

When I came back, Gary was laying on the bed sans towel and Jack was halfway finished eating.

“Feel better?”

“Oh yeah; I shouldn’t have had those beers on an empty stomach.”

Gary piped in. “What the hell is in that sandwich, Kenny? It smells sour, like somebody died.”

“It’s just bologna. I smell it, too.” I leaned over towards Jack to get a better whiff. “Hell, it ain’t the sandwich.”

My nose followed the foul odor, which brought me in the direction of Tolsen’s shoes.

“Jesus Christ! It’s his feet. That’s what’s stinkin’ up the place.”

Gary sprang up off the bed. “Goddamn it Jack! You nasty mother fucker, hurry up and get in that shower. You’re gonna make us puke.”

I joined in to let him have it. “I gotta get those fuckers outta here.”

Jack stood there finishing his meal, looking like a whipped dog. Things were about to get worse. I carefully lifted up the work shoes from the bottom, planning to throw them out on my balcony to let them air out.

“Fuck an A, Jack. Where the hell did you get these cheap ass things? These aren’t even leather. You ARE a nasty mother fucker. Do you wear these every day?”

“Uh ... yeah.”

“You stupid son-of-a-bitch! Everyone knows you’re supposed to alternate your shoes so they can dry out. Why don’t you buy some decent shit? It’s not like you’re hard up for money.”

“Hell, I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Gary was pissed, too. “Those fuckin’ things are stinkin’ up the whole apartment. Get your ass in the shower, NOW!”

And Jack exited the room, but not before I gave him another round. “Scrub everything good, too. I’m gonna inspect you and if I smell anything but clean, me and Gary are gonna scrub you until your skin peels off.”

I opened the sliding glass door and threw Jack’s shoes out on the balcony, then ran to the bathroom, barging in just as he dropped his underwear.

“Wait! Don’t step in there yet.”

I grabbed a bottle of bleach and poured it on the bottom of the tub. “Okay, get in and walk on that. Get those feet disinfected.”

With his head dropped in shame, Tolsen stepped into the tub and did as ordered.

“Okay, that’s good. Now wash everything good and call for me when you’re finished and dried off.”

I grabbed a can of disinfectant and sprayed the bathroom, then headed back to clear out the bedroom. Gary was just closing the balcony door. “I threw his goddamn socks out there too.”

“Good. I’m gonna spray this room down.”

Gary and I looked at each other and smiled, then cracked up laughing.

“Man, Gary. You should have seen him in there. He looked like he’d just had his heart ripped out.”

“He deserves to, smelling up your apartment like that.”

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna use it. He ain’t felt nothing yet!”

“What’ve ya got in mind?”

“You sit on the corner of the bed right there and lay back.”

He did as I asked him, sitting on the corner of the mattress, before lying back with hands tucked behind his head and feet barely touching the floor, one on either side of the corner.

“Perfect. Just wait there and see what happens.” I leaned down and kissed his flattened belly, then his limp pecker.

“Get big boy there ready for something exciting.”

I finished spraying the room, until I heard Jack calling for me.

I smiled at Gary, and then went to get our plaything. He was standing there on the bath mat, arms at his sides and head still hanging. “I’m ready for inspection.”

“Good. Don’t move.”

I started sniffing him. I made him lift up his arms and I buried my nose into each armpit. Then, I moved all across his chest and belly, before checking out his crotch. Kneeling down, I smelled thighs, knees and calves and told him to turn around and keep his arms up. I sniffed his still damp hair and headed down the neck, shoulders and back. Opening up the butt cheeks, I thoroughly inspected his asshole and found it clean as a whistle.

I told him to lift his right leg. Grabbing the ankle, I bent his knee and brought one foot towards me, where I hesitated before taking a whiff. Fortunately for him, it was clean, as was the left one. Now we were ready.

“You did a sufficient job on yourself, but you sure fucked up my bedroom. Now get your ass in there and see what happens when you disrespect me and my home.”

Jack headed for the bedroom, while I grabbed a few items from the bathroom and followed. Gary was waiting right where I left him, but his dick was now primed and ready for whatever.

“Stand right there at the corner of the bed, punk. What do you see? That’s what a real man looks like. Take it all in and wish, because you’ll never be what he is. See that dick? That’s the real thing – something you can only dream about. You don’t deserve to be in the same room with a dick like that.”

I moved behind Jack, dropped my towel wrapping and lightly kicked the inside of each ankle, coaxing him to spread them further apart, until I was satisfied.

“Don’t move until I tell you to. Fold your arms across your chest and keep them there.”

Jack did as told. Then, I moved around him and grabbed Gary’s throbbing cock in my hand, lifting it up to horizontal position.

“Now, bend over and kiss this man’s dick.”

Tolsen bent at the waist and moved forward, keeping the hands on his chest. He placed his lips on the head of Gary’s cock and pecked it.

“If I see anything besides your mouth on this dick, I’ll beat you to a bloody pulp! Now suck it! Worship this gorgeous cock. Be thankful that I’m giving it to you. It’s mine. Show it the respect it deserves!”

Jack took that mighty penis and began to suck, as I released it from my hand into his mouth. Our slave’s waist was bent at a 90 degree angle and legs spread sufficiently for entry. One of my items was the baby oil, which I now opened and poured onto my hardened cock, efficiently greasing it up with my free hand. Cupping the same hand, I poured a fresh supply of oil and transferred it to the rim of Tolsen’s asshole. I lubed up the outer perimeter, slowly working inside the rim, until my middle finger penetrated him. Jack moaned and I could feel him tense up.

“Don’t worry about what I’m doing. You’d better concentrate on that big penis in front of you. Praise that manly tool and wish you could have one like it.”

I could see Gary lying on the bed in front of us. He was looking right at me with a huge smile. His hands were still tucked behind the head, as he lazily gazed about, taking in the events before him.

Kindly, I broke in Jack’s asshole one finger at a time, until all four were in there and his defensive muscles started to accept me. Then, I removed my fingers, dropped the bottle, grabbed my own cock and guided it to the rim of his oiled asshole.

Slowly, I pushed until I was inside. I waited for him to relax. He groaned and started to protest, but was ambushed.

“Don’t you dare take your mouth off of that cock--how dare you! I’m giving you the opportunity of a lifetime. Enjoy it while you can, before I change my mind.”

Tolsen resumed focusing on the task before him and, as he did, the asshole relaxed and I moved on in. I got my pelvis right up next to his cheeks, and then reached around with my left hand to see if his penis was stirred. It was rock solid. I held my dick in as deep as it would go, allowing Jack’s muscles to get used to me being there. Occasionally, I’d see him glance up in the mirror and, even though he could only see the scene from the front, the penis in my hand would surge each time he saw me fucking him. Then, he’d resume the slavish worship of the mighty cock crammed into his mouth. Our servant was accepting and enjoying his abuse.

I used a gentle thrust – at first. Taking my cue from Gary’s method on me, I began to pull back and push inward from different angles, bending my knees and twisting left and right, efficiently stirring Jack’s innards.

Thoroughly engrossed in my stimulation of him, Jack tried to wiggle his butt in coordination with my pokes, which brought my wrath upon him.

“Don’t move an inch. You’re here to suck dick – nothing else.”

Over Jack’s shoulder, I could see Gary turn his head in an attempt not to laugh. I truly believe he was paying more attention to me than the cock sucker working him over. This made me beam with pride and imagine that I had grown another inch or so. I don’t know if Jack’s oral worship was keeping him hard, but I made myself believe that his stimulation came from seeing me fuck the shit out of this guy, and this is what excited me.

I leaned over and put my chest on the slave’s back, so I could reach down and touch Gary’s chest and belly. Faster and faster, I pumped my cock into Jack’s inviting asshole, while savagely running my hands all over Gary’s stretched torso. My right hand left behind tiny droplets of oil on his chest hair, which sparkled in the fading daylight coming from the balcony.

Gary raised his head and our eyes met. Then, with his hands still behind the head, chest and belly sacrificed to me, he glanced at one nipple and then the other. Gary’s chest became my radio, as I fiddled with the volume and changed stations. Both nipples were gently twisted and pinched, while I continued to pound my seven-incher into Jack’s receiver.

As the last remnants of daylight left my bedroom, multiple signals beamed from our radio. Gary began to arch his back and writhe in delight. I could feel my erect nipples scraping on Jack’s broad shoulders. A rumbling began in my groin, as I shortened my thrusts, each time leaving my pulsating cock a little further in on the backstroke. Gary moved his hands out from underneath his head and stretched them far beyond, spreading the arms in a “V” shape. His back arched higher and muscles tensed to capacity, as I twisted his now tiny nipples back and forth.

I saw the abdomen flex, and then felt his big, manly feet rubbing my calves. Gary’s glazed eyes looked to me and mine to him. As he smiled, mouthed the words “holy shit” and closed his eyes, I thrust my cock in to the back side of Jack’s belly button and blew a whole through it. I watched my beautiful man writhing in orgasmic heaven, shooting his big river of cum into our slave’s accepting mouth, while my white bullets punctured his battered rectum.

Inching back ever so slightly, I pushed in and out with rapid, short strokes to stimulate a second wave of cum from my tool. Gary’s gushers kept spraying like a fountain into the warm and wet receiver, as Jack obediently continued the oral stroking on him. I refused to stop fucking before Gary had finished shooting, but this was proving to be a challenge.

This smart-ass was 20 years my senior and it was all I could do to keep up with him – but I tried. Jack’s ripped asshole was continuously pounded, as I pushed, pulled, twisted and turned, until finally, I saw Gary collapse. His balls had once again been drained, as had mine, and we both began our preparations for poor Jack’s release. I collapsed my head on his back and kept my dick stationary – deep inside, as I felt it slowly returning to its normal size. Removing my hands from Gary, I looked at him and he winked, displaying that familiar, mischievous grin. Jack was still crazily sucking on him, but he was not at all fazed.

I couldn’t believe this guy. Normally, a man’s penis is sensitive as hell after orgasm and such an attack almost becomes painful, but this man just laid there undaunted, like he didn’t even know it was happening. He was like some sort of fully charged sex machine. What would it take to turn off the switch?

As for me, I was ready for a break, so I got back into character. “Your time is up. Release that man’s dick and give it a kiss of gratitude.”

As Jack let go of the big man, I gently pulled my peter out of him and grabbed a couple of towels I’d brought along with the baby oil. Jack’s ass, my hand, Gary’s torso and everybody’s genitals were wiped dry, and then I closed the balcony drapes and turned on the dim lamp atop the bedside table. Tolsen remained bent at the waist with hands folded on chest, awaiting further instructions.

“Okay. You can stand up now. Get on the middle of the bed and lay on your back.”

Tolsen did as ordered, while Gary stood up and stretched his back. He pointed to the bathroom and headed that direction.

Turning back to our whipping boy, I continued, “Put your hands on the rails and hold on tight.” He grabbed two rails four feet apart, at which time I forced his hands down to mattress level and ordered him to keep them there. Then, moving to the end of the bed, I clasped each of his ankles and pulled towards me, stretching him spread eagle in the middle of the bed.

“Don’t move an inch!”

Tolsen turned to his right, observing himself in the mirror. His dick had been hard since I first started poking him and now, seeing himself gloriously stretched, wondering what fate might await him, his cock bounced up and down on the belly, contracting with anticipation. Gary returned from his piss release, stopped to look at Jack, then to me.

“Poor guy; think he’s learned his lesson?”

“I don’t know. Let’s sit down and discuss it.”

I climbed onto the bed and sat on Tolsen’s belly, strategically placing his fat meat into my butt crack. He groaned at the weight on his abdomen, expanding his chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. Now I crossed my legs Indian style and slapped several times on Tolsen’s chest. “Here’s a nice seat for you.”

Gary chuckled and climbed on up. Soon we sat face to face, legs identically crossed, me on Tolsen’s belly and Gary on his chest.

We both looked in the mirror and smiled, while poor Jack moaned underneath us. Gary spoke first. “You sure are mean!”

“Well, he fucked up my shit. I can’t stand smelly feet. I think that’s worse than a dirty asshole. He probably stunk there too, but we got him in the shower before we noticed it.”

“Do you think he’s suffered enough yet?”

“I don’t know. I’m still kinda pissed off.”

“Maybe he needs some more gut punishment. You’ve got one hell of a punch, Kenny. That might help him remember.”

“I don’t know. There’s gotta be something worse than that.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you. Where did you learn to throw punches like that?”

“Well, a friend of mine showed me some boxing techniques back in high school. I even wrote a story about it called ‘Our Betting Game,’ I’ve got a print out of it around here somewhere. I’ll let you read it sometime.”

“I’d love to. It sounds fascinating.”

I had to laugh at that, as Gary spoke in his best British accent, properly enunciating the word ‘fascinating.’ Then he continued with the accent. “Well, perhaps we should release this man, so he can reflect on his stupidity for a few days.”

I gave my best Alfred Hitchcock impression, “Yes. He would love to get his rocks off. I can feel him throbbing beneath me, as we speak. I will force him to hold all of his cum for countless hours. That will...”

“Uh, guys.” Tolsen rudely interrupted me.

I barked at him, American style. “What the hell do you want?”

“I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Gary cracked up, while I exploded.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I uncrossed my legs and stood up on the bed. Then I put both feet onto Tolsen’s belly and started grinding in my heels. “That’s it. Now you’ve pushed me too far. Here--take that! Can you hold your piss now? I’m gonna squeeze it out of you for interrupting me.”

“Oh, please. I can’t take it. I gotta piss so fucking bad. Please, sir. Let me go. Don’t hurt me this way!”

“Get your ass into the bathroom and piss all you want--and wipe off my fucking toilet when you’re finished! Then come right back here and see what happens when you talk out of turn.”

We released him and he ran for the stool, leaving me and Gary in hysterics. Both of us were standing next to the bed, soon noticing that our dicks were once again swollen. He leaned over and hugged me, planting a big, slobbery kiss right onto my mouth.

“Looks like Jack’s got himself into even more trouble.”

I reached down and grabbed his big poker. “Sure looks that way to me.”

End of Part Five