Disclaimer: This is a story about men getting it on with other men. If you like this sort of thing, please read on. If you don't like it, get lost. Also, safer sex practices are not depicted here. If you decide to live out any of these fantasies, please use condoms. That is all...enjoy!
A CUP OF JOE, pt. 4
The force of Joe's thrusts pounding into Brad's bent-over hole were now so violent that both young men could feel the mattress shifting back and forth under their weight. The front of Brad's whole upper body was pressed flat to the wet rubber, and his face was turned to one side, his handsome cheek against the undulating bed, allowing him to breathe and moan. The repetitive strokes into his asshole continued their assault for several minutes beyond the time when he could ever have thought it possible to sustain such supreme pleasure. Not only was he living out his fantasy of totally submitting his body for the pleasure of a dominant man--he was also getting the best fuck of his life.
In his last relationship, believe it or not, Brad had been mostly a top. His boyfriend in San Francisco, Tim, was a thin, sinewy runner, slightly taller than Brad, with model good looks and a hot, insatiable ass. Brad loved fucking Tim, enjoyed all the different ways he could pile into that fine ass with his throbbing dick and elicit new sounds and looks of pleasure from his lover's body. Usually he fucked Tim on his back, so that he could view the expressions of bliss on Tim's face as he drove into him. Only rarely did Tim fuck Brad; as Tim explained it, Brad was the more butch of the pair, and so the notion of fucking him seemed incongruous and unappealing. So Brad, content with the great sex they were already having, never pushed to hard for versatility. By the end of their time together, however--almost two years--Brad was itching to discover more about sex in general, and especially to meet a man who would serve his needs in ways Tim could never manage.
For a while after that he went to the sex clubs around the city, but he was mostly too shy to engage in anything more than brief oral encounters and mutual fondling. Then one night, stopping by Power Exchange after a tour of drinking with some of his buddies, Brad bumped into a former co-worker named Greg, a very handsome black athlete with shining eyes and a devilish smile. The two were surprised and a little bit nervous at seeing each other, and made small talk on their way into the club before quickly separating.
A half-hour later, Brad found himself in a glory hole booth with several cocks poking through the holes toward him. The biggest and hardest one by far was a long, fat black cock, wagging up and down, enticing him to come over. Of course, he had no idea at first if it was Greg's, but in his mind he decided it was--or at least it would be for the next few minutes or so. Brad got on his knees and started sucking. He was partway into his delivery of some very skilled head when he heard a voice that was unmistakably Greg's on the other side of the wall. "You do that pretty well, Brad boy," he said breathlessly. "Why don't you come on in here and I'll finish it off up your ass."
Brad didn't need to think twice. He walked around to the back of the partition, where several men were lined up to the holes as if peeing at a community trough. He found Greg, took him by the hand, and led him into a private cubicle, where they shut the door and immediately started groping each other with all the pent-up passion they'd felt since working together years before. Almost instantly, Greg had Brad's cock out and was jerking it and kissing him forcefully as Brad struggled to push his jeans and boxers down to his feet. Then Greg forcefully turned Brad around and pushed him forward against the back wall of the cube. Brad heard him spit into his hand and rub the phlegm over his dick and Brad's asshole, and a few seconds later the huge dick was in him and they were fucking away.
Brad's ass hadn't seen much action since breaking up with Tim, and Greg fucked him so hard that it made him howl with shock and pleasure into the dark sex club nighttime air. With plenty of lube, however, he was able to take it, and soon was enjoying the long-lost sensation of a hot man sending his long, thick pole way up into his nether regions. By the time Greg deposited his dark seed up into Brad's chute, Brad was certain he wanted to be a rough sex bottom-boy more often.
Greg and Brad went for coffee after leaving the sex club, and then went to Greg's place where he fucked Brad's fine ass more times throughout the night. In the morning, both men decided that they didn't want to be dating but that they really enjoyed the hot sex they were having together. Brad told his new friend that he had secret desires to be dominated, and Greg said he'd see what he could do. However, they only met a few times again after that, and then Brad moved away from San Francisco.
Now, in his new city, Brad had quickly found bliss. If he had ever expected he would meet a stud like Joe to satisfy his desires, he would have here moved long ago.
He knew Joe was getting close. Through half-open eyes, Brad could see the whole picture of them in the mirror over Joe's dresser: Jason, no longer feeding Brad's mouth, had gone to the bedside chair where he was now sitting on Lonny's lap and being fucked by his blond buddy's nine-inch cock, riding it slowly up and down as he squeezed his own meat and watched the scene on the bed. Lonny was holding Jason's waist in both hands and moaning. And Joe was yelling with every forceful thrust he made into Brad's rectum, clutching the boy's midsection in his strong rough hands and hammering his boy-pussy like there was no tomorrow.
Finally, the moment arrived. Joe let out one long scream: "YYEEEIIII-IIIAAA-AAAAHHH!!" A moment later, Brad felt the hot spray of Joe's load blasting into him, showering his insides, coating the deepest parts of his asshole with copious, sticky, fiery-hot cum.
The assault continued for several seconds as Joe continued firing salvo after hot salvo of fluid into his bitch, and Joe continued with his pummeling motions until he was drained and satisfied.
"Ahh...!" he cried, in a voice that was closer to normal finally. With a long exhale, then another, he panted a while to catch his breath. Brad simply squirmed in his tied position on the bed, relishing the feeling of his daddy's hot jizz floating inside him. He'd finally done it: made himself a receptacle for Joe's hot cum.
Not moving, Joe asked his bitch: "You liked that, boy?"
Brad couldn't respond. There was no way he could approach being verbal right now. So, he merely grunted his appreciation and hoped that his master accepted it as a reply.
Cum was leaking out of his asshole, and Brad felt Joe collect some of it into his hand and rub it around his asscheeks and lower back like lotion. It was a heavenly sensation, and for a fleeting moment he imagined what it would be like for Joe's rough hands to rub him all over with his spunk, to use his daddy cum as a massage oil for rubbing down his slave boy's body. It seemed to Brad there was plenty of it available. It felt like Joe had shot a gallon of it up Brad's ass.
"So who's next?" Joe asked, and Brad opened his eyes to view the other jocks, still engaged in their own lazy copulation on the chair.
"I am, dude," Jason said, dismounting his friend and standing up. "Only I want this boy on his back. Help me get him untied."
Lonny remained in the chair and resumed jerking his hard rod as Joe and Jason released the ties that had bound Brad's body for the last few hours. Now free, Brad's limbs all fell forward in a heap on the piss- and cum-soaked rubber bedsheet. The image of him collapsed in a helpless pile made all three boys laugh. Brad felt numb all over. It was a relief to be out of the bonds, and his aching muscles were all throbbing and spasming from their newfound freedom. "Feel better, bitch?" Joe asked him teasingly. "Bet it tingles. Like taking your foot out of a skate after a long game."
Brad then felt Joe and Jason turn him over, and he offered no help or resistance, completely yielding to their manipulation of his body. He was like a rag doll, or a marionette. He was only here for their pleasure.
The next thing he was aware of was a cock going into his ass. He was lying on his back now, and his legs were being held over him. He looked up to see Jason kneeling between his legs on the bed and drilling his fat cock into Brad's well-used butt. With one hand, Jason guided his dick into Brad's hole, and with the other he gripped Brad's left ankle. Brad's other ankle was held aloft by Joe, who was standing next to the bed and sneering down at their prey.
"How's it feel, Jason boy?" Joe asked his buddy. "Nice and warm in that snatch, isn't it?"
"Oh man, yeah," Jason responded as he pushed more of his cock in. "And plenty of your nut to lube it."
The massive prick reached its deepest point in the slave's ass, and Brad arched his back instinctively. It felt so good to be full of daddy cock again. He didn't realize how badly he needed this. He wondered how he'd ever get through another day with the feeling of absence that comes from not being fucked.
With Jason's cock buried deep in him, Brad had a moment of clarity. He was going to be used by these men, indefinitely. This was an experience he had always dreamed. Uncontrollably, his eyes welled up with tears. It felt like a baptism to a higher form of being: the day he became a willing bitch. Soon he was crying openly. His daddies just looked down at him, paused for a moment, their intense gazes penetrating Brad's consciousness as deeply as their cocks were destined to forever penetrate his mouth and ass.
With great effort, Brad spoke his first clear words since their team assault on his ass began--
"Please...use...me."
After uttering it, the slave choked on another sob.
"Oh yeah, cunt, we'll use you," Jason muttered. "We promise to fill up every hole you've got. No question about that."
With that, he pulled his fat man-stake out of Brad's cummy ditch and rammed it in again, giving the bottom boy and good shove and a lurch.
"Yessssssssss..." Brad moaned. "Yes sir. Please. Fuck me."
Jason commenced a hard fuck session into Brad's ass, plowing him in deep, generous strokes. He fucked him rapidly, and yet the overall effect was somewhat more gentle than Joe's rampage of a few minutes before. Maybe it was because Brad was on his back this time, better able to relax and take the fucking he deserved. Maybe it was because, with all Joe's boy-cream in their to lube the passage, Jason's fuck got a smoother ride. Or maybe it felt smoother because Brad was that much more certain of his position, and being a worthless whore offering himself to these horny mongrels made it natural for him to let his ass lie open like an easy hole, ready for them to fill and abuse, to rape and plunder.
Brad focused on giving his current daddy the best fuck he knew how. Jason groaned with ever push he made into Brad's eager ass, and Brad groaned with him, coaxing him, egging him on. Joe stood by and watched, still holding one of Brad's legs, and fondling his own dick with his free hand. After the wild fuck with Brad, it was slowly regaining its hardness.
Soon the slave was alerted to Lonny's presence at the bed as well. The tall blond stud had gotten up from his perch in the chair and was slapping his long dick against Brad's cheeks. Brad looked straight up at this new Adonis with adoring eyes. Lonny's body appeared to be sculpted from a block of golden marble, and his surf-punk face was as handsome as a movie star. Best of all, his throbbing cock was close at hand and wanting Brad's attention. Not taking his eyes off Lonny's dominating gaze, Brad opened his mouth and licked the tip of the third daddy's dick, then took the cock in his hand and fed it into his mouth.
"Oh yeah, boy, that feels good," Lonnie sighed as the blowjob got underway. Brad noticed his dick was slightly slimy and tasted of ass--Jason's ass. "Lick it nice and clean. I can't wait for my shot at that dick-pig ass you've got. From the looks of my buddies, you seem to give up a pretty great fuck."
Brad thought the new stud sounded like he wanted a reply, so he briefly pulled Lonny's dick from his mouth and said: "Yes, sir. I do my very best."
"Bet you do," Lonny purred mischievously as he gripped his dick and spanked it around the slave's cute face a few times before using his hips to push it forward into his hot, wet mouth once again.
Jason had slowly relaxed his body into a position where he was hunched forward over the slave-bottom's body, one of the boy's legs over each shoulder, and his powerful arms supporting his upper body as he leaned into the intense fuck. By fully supporting himself above the boy's prostrate, spread-eagle form, he could focus all his energy on throwing a good hard fuck into the slave's hot hole. In and out, he pistoned his thick eight inches. His dick wasn't quite as long as his two super-hung buddies, but he made up with it in thickness and sheer gusto. He knew men and women loved to take his cock. His current girlfriend wailed like a banshee when he fucked her with it, four or five times per week. Even Lonny had agreed to take a ride on Jason's beer can a time or two, and someday he even hoped Joe might try it out. And now...
The dark-haired hockey stud's thoughts of pleasure were suddenly joined by the feeling of hands touching his ass. Jason looked up from the stud he was fucking to see that Joe had moved around behind him and was rubbing his strong hands around his ass. Lonny continued feeding his own schlong to the whore.
"Oh, dude, yesss..." Jason moaned. Joe always warmed him up this way before helping himself to Jason's hole. The hands made massaging motions around the undulating curves of Jason's ass as the boy continued fucking deep and hard into their submissive slut's eager cooze. Soon, Joe gathered some pre-cum from the head of his dick to use as lube, and with his thumb began caressing the rosy pucker of his teammate's hole. Even in this wild activity, Jason's ass was tight and succulent, a sight to behold. Joe had fucked it many times.
Joe dropped to his knees, parted Jason's cheeks, and stuck his tongue into the gorgeous crevice formed by Jason's tan, muscular cheeks. In response, his buddy let out a howl of delight.
"Yeah, dude! Do it, Joey! Lick my hole while I give this slut's ass my fuck!"
Joe held his head stationary and kept his two-handed grip on Jason's sweating globes. As Jason continued power-fucking the slave, his ass made erotic dimples under his teammate's clutches, and his tasty brown hole moved back and forth across his talented tongue.
"Ooohhh..." Jason moaned. "Dude, that's too fucking good."
Spurred on, Joe increased his attack. He loved a nice juicy ass. He pushed his face forward into Jason's butthole, taking a deep breath of his manly aroma and licking all around the boy's inner hole. His hot friend's thrusts slowed down slightly and eventually paused altogether to allow this new pleasure. For a few minutes, they were freeze-framed on the bed: Brad sucking off Lonny on his back with Jason's hard-on buried in his hole; and Jason hunched forward, his sexy face screwed up in an expression of unbelievable ecstasy as dominant Joe made a meal out of his fine, tight, jock bubble ass.
"Dude...man...that's so good," Jason moaned, looking up bleary-eyed at his friend Lonny, who just smiled back down at him with a nod. "Jesus...eat that hole...eat that raunchy asshole...oh dude, that's it."
Joe kept licking as his own throbbing cock continued spitting pre-cum out its tip, where it collected and ran in a stream down his engorged pole and dripped onto the bedroom floor. Finally, he stood up behind the handsome jock and pressed the shaft of his cock against the well-eaten hole.
"How about this, dude," he asked breathlessly. "You want some cock too."
"Oh fuck yes, dude, please," Jason begged. "Yes, Joey, I gotta have your cock. You gotta fuck me. I need you to pound me with that pole. Fuck me while I do this bitch."
"You got it." In a swift, no-nonsense motion, he swiped his dripping dick with his hand, wiped more pre- cum onto Jason's asshole, and fed his whole throbbing bone inside.
"FU-U-UCK!!" Jason yelled. "Oh Jesus! Fuck, it feels so fucking huge!"
"Yeah, but you can take it," Joe snarled with a grin. "You done it enough times before. Hell, bitch, I fucked you two nights ago. You love this dick!"
"Yes...I do..." Jason agreed softly, his mind reeling as he began to take his buddy's fuck up his ass. Then, remembering where his own hard dick was, he slowly started pushing into Brad's hole once again. It was a chain reaction of pleasure. Brad, feeling the sensation of his hole being newly used, was consumed with pleasure all over and increased his oral attack on Lonny's hot monster of a cock. Soon the four-man machine of sex was off and running, with Joe slamming hard into Jason's sexy rear-end, and Jason and Lonny fucking the slave at both ends.
Before long, Jason was at the edge of an intense orgasm, but his mind was so gone from the pleasure that he could barely get the words out of his mouth: "Dude...I gotta...I...I gotta, oh god, oh shit...I'm gonna fuckin' cum..."
"Yes!" Joe commanded. "Do it. Hose down that bitch from the inside. When you've shot it all in his worthless hole, I'll do the same to your ass, dude."
Hearing that, Jason shot loose. His hot load filled Brad to capacity, and he continued his hammering strokes with his still-hard cock afterward, shooting so much cum that his plunging dick forced some of it out the sides of the bitch's hole. When he was fully spent, he leaned forward over the boy's body and turned back to his friend:
"Yeah, do it Joey, use up my ass. Fill me with your hot jock seed."
Jason's legs bent slightly so he could push back with his ass to meet Joe's hard thrusts. Joe's leg's on the other hand, straightened so completely that the knees locked into place as he pushed off from his toes to deliver the hardest, most solid pounding possible in his hockey friend's butch-tight hole. Soon his own load shot loose, and with a bellowing that was probably heard in every apartment on the floor, he banged his hot load into Jason's willing ass.
When it was over, both studs collapsed. Not wanting to remove their cocks from the holes where they had found such pleasure, they stayed in place, and Joe wrapped his arms around his friend's strong torso in a loose embrace, then settled forward with his cheek to the boy's back and closed his eyes. Jason, meanwhile, fell down to his elbows, giving his arms a break, and relaxed with his belly against the bitch's hard cock, supporting easily his own weight and Joe's.
"Okay, lovebirds," Lonny said after a few more minutes of head from Brad. "My turn."
Lonny's cock was ready to explode, and he knew he wouldn't last long inside Brad's ass. But he wanted his turn. If the fuck-slave's hole had given his two friends that much pleasure, he was dying for his own piece of the action. Both Jason and Joe dismounted, and Lonny took his place between the slut's legs and fed his aching rod into his gaping pussy.
Joe retreated into the bathroom and ran some hot water for towels so they could all get cleaned up. Jason, meanwhile, had another idea.
"Bitch, you want to taste some of that daddy's spent cum?" He approached Brad and climbed onto the bed, straddling his face. "I got some of it right here in my dinner-hole, ready for you to lick clean!"
To be continued.
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