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Chapter Seventeen
A massively built man with cut definition and ripped muscularity was seated on a lawn chair in the yard of a lush estate. The man had bleached blonde gelled spiked hair. Boyishly cute, he sipped a bottle of beer with a shit-eating grin. Donned in ubiquitous speedo and nothing else, his ripped physique was on display for all to see. The darker haired man seated near him was equally handsome but with a smaller muscularly toned body. Equally clothed in a skimpy speedo, he placed his own bottle of beer down on a glass topped table next to his own chair.
"Dude," he spoke to the larger blonde man, "you're really something else."
The blonde chuckled, lowering his bottle from his face. "What?"
"Your body," the man known on the program as Heat moved his arm toward the man known as Twelve pack and kneaded one of the man's hard pecs. "Everyone here knows that you have the best body." Twelve pack grinned while Heat rubbed his hand across the man's entire chest....
A.J. Hammer pressed the pause on the remote and turned to Anderson Cooper. "That was where the producers cut the scene for airing." He elaborated.
The two men were casually dressed and seated in comfortable chairs within A.J. Hammer's home in the entertainment room. The large flat screen TV was central to the room and Anderson Cooper moved his gaze from the frozen clip on the screen to Hammer before sipping from the bottle of beer in his hand.
"Yeah," Cooper commented, "so what was so shocking about that?" He shrugged. "It simply showcased the usual banality of reality shows."
"True," Hammer conceded, "but the next clips, well, they make that," he indicated the screen, "look pretty tame."
Cooper grinned half in speculation. "Well, let's see."
Hammer nodded and pressed the remote's play button. Hammer and Cooper watched as the editing cut to a clip of the Tyra Banks show. Several members of the cast were seated in a round table next to Tyra for the interview.
Tyra Banks turned to one side of her chair and addressed the heavily muscled cast member of VH1's 'I Love New York' known as Twelve Pack. "Twelve Pack," she offered pleasantly, "do you have any last thoughts or comments for the audience?"
"Yeah," the muscle dude drawled, casually slumped in his chair. He gave a broad sensuous grin. "I assure you ladies that I am not gay....."
Heat and Twelve pack stumbled into the first floor bathroom and closed the door behind them. Twelve;ve pack shuffled to the toilet and whipped out his dick to piss. Heat couldn't help but gaze at his buddy's piece. He moved closer as Twelve pack let rip a stream of piss down into the bowl.
"Damn," Heat marveled, "either you've never used 'rids or what they say about them isn't true."
Twelve pack chuckled again as he aimed his ten inch cock down to the basin. He cast Heat a smug looked and then blinked in surprise as Heat yanked out his own cock.
"Dude," what are you doin'?" He asked with a grin.
"Got to piss too," Heat shrugged as he let loose a stream of urine as well.
Twelve pack looked at Heat's pecker and sneered in appreciation. It was only about an half an inch shorter than his own. "You ain't packin' something half bad your self."
"Yeah," Heat grinned with equal smugness.
"Yeah," Twelve pack nodded as he reached over and gently stroked Heat's cock.
"Your's," Heat reached over and clasped Twelve pack's cock, "has me beat."
"Only by a bit," Twelve pack's grin broadened as he gently stroked his buddy's pulsing shaft.
The men's piss trickled to a few drops and then ceased but the two men remained where they were stroking one another's hardening shafts.
"Dude," Twelve pack brightly offered, "lets really compare them and see how much bigger mine actually is."
Heat nodded, "let's go for it bro'."
The two men stepped closer and rubbed the length of their hard shafts against one another. They both held one hand and gripped around bother pulsing rubbing shafts.
"You're right," Heat murmured, "yours is only about a half an inch longer."
They moved and aced one another still gently stroking their meshed shafts. "But I think yours is a bit thicker."
"Mmm Hmmm," Heat nodded enjoying the pressure of his buddy's hand and cock against his own.
The two men jutted out their hips a bit as they stroked their shafts a few moments more in silence. Twelve pack abruptly lifted his gaze to Heat's face and grinned slyly.
"So," he murmured low, "you really think my body's that great?"
"Awesome dude," Heat supplied emphatically.
"Show me," Twelve pack challenged.
"What?" Heat queried.
"Show me how awesome you think it is," Twelve pack's cheeks dimpled and his gaze was intense.
"Now?" Heat looked around the bathroom. "Here?"
"Dude," Twelve pack almost giggled, "I doubt they installed cameras in here."
"I don't know," Heat hesitated a bit.
"Come on bro'," Twelve pack urged. "You and I both know that neither of us are here really for that silly bitch."
Heat looked cautiously around the tiled room again. "Yeah," he slowly conceded.
"Show me how envious you are of my ripped bod.," Twelve pack urged. "Show me how much you appreciate muscle."
Heat grinned a bit and dipped his head to lick at one of Twelve pack's nipples.
"Mmmmm," Twelve pack licked his own lips. "Lick my pec," he hissed.
Heat ran the tip of his tongue along the hard muscle and traced the definition.
"Both," Twelve pack huffed in encouragement.
Heat obliged and licked across both pecs before moving his tongue and lips up to one of Twelve pack's shoulders and drew a hot moist line down along one of Twelve pack's arms. Twelve pack flexed and his gun bulged. Heat licked, kissed and gently nipped the hard muscle with his teeth.
"Yeahhhhh," the spiked blonde hissed, "worship this muscle bodddddddd."
Heat licked the circumference of the arm and Twelve pack slowly lifted the arm to offer Heat ample territory to worship. Heat obliged by running his lips and tongue up to Twelve pack's musky pit. He kissed and licked it.
Twelve pack moved his other arm to grasp Heat by the back of his head and pulled him closer to his sweaty pit. "Ooooooo," he purred, "lick my smelly pit!"
Heat sucked and kissed the softer tangy flesh. He rubbed his nose in the V as well, inhaling his buddy's musky scent. Heat's own cock was rock hard. Heat worked the pit a bit more before slowly lowering to his haunches and licking down the side of Twelve pack's body. His tongue jutted over the slope of Twelve pack's hip. Heat noted his buddy's hard shaft. It pulsed blue, the veins a blue webbing of the blood that surged within the meaty staff. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip and Heat blinked appreciatively before moving around to one of Twelve pack's hard glutes. He licked the hard smooth slope and Twelve pack gyrated his hips back a bit. Both round clefts dimpled and Heat licked closer to the blonde's crack.
"Yeahhhhh," Twelve pack lifted his arms and ran his fingers through his hair. "Worship those hard glutes! Tongue my ass!"
Heat licked across one hard glute and then moved to the other, kissing the hard muscle butt before licking down the slope as well. Twelve pack spread his legs a bit and Heat sat on the floor and licked the sensitive line of flesh that ran down between Twelve pack's legs-the tangy line of flesh that ran from the bottom of Twelve pack's ass to his large low hanging balls. Heat licked and kissed the hidden flesh before hopping up on his knees and running his lips and tongue back up along Twelve pack's crack. He repeated the oral caress in a downward movement and then pulled his face away. Heat marveled at Twelve pack's hard glutes. Twelve pack contorted his muscles so the hard cheeks almost danced before Heat's eyes. Twelve Pack grinned as Heat kneaded and gently struck the cheeks.
"Show me how much you love my glutes bro'," Twelve Pack urged thrusting his hips back so that the hard glutes jutted closer to Heat's face.
Heat gripped the hard cheeks and palmed them a bit before pulling them apart to reveal Twelve Pack's hot pulsing ring. It twitched and beckoned to Heat. Heat complied by holding the spread cheeks and running his tongue and lips up along the valley of flesh, across the pucker and then back down. Pursing his lips, he hotly kissed the sensitive pecker, frenching the ass lips deeply, thrusting his tongue through the muscled barrier. Twelve Pack sighed and wiggled his but as Heat's tongue stroked the pink walls of his chute. Heat rolled his tongue in a circular motion around the fleshy walls of the chute while darting his tongue deeper. Twelve Pack pushed his ass back harder against Heat's face.
"Oooooooooo," Heat wiggled his butt. "Yeahhhh bro'! Kiss my ass!" He wiggled his bottom again. "Work that tongue deeper."
Heat twisted his head from side to side slithering his tongue deeper up Twelve Pack's love chute. He flecked the sensitive skin while the ring of ass flesh clung to his lips as well as further up his tongue. Heat tried to pull the glutes farther apart. Twelve Pack helped by spreading his legs wider. When Heat's tongue struck the nub that was Twelve Pack's prostate, the muscle stud shivered and his hard cock jutted higher in the air. Pre-cum was oozing from the slit on his bulbous cap. The piss slit spit more as Heat pressed the tip of his tongue more firmly down upon the pulsing bud. The string of pre-cum slowly stretched to the floor. Twelve Pack's balls were high and tight.
Heat thrust his tongue in and out between the clinging ring, tongue fucking his buddy deeper with each thrust. He deliberately rubbed the rough length of his tongue across the prostate causing Twelve Pack to contort his face and throw his head back. Heat whirled his tongue around pressing harder against the muscle stud's sensitive rectum walls. Twelve Pack's legs tensed.
"Dude," he hissed, "I'm gonna shoot!" Twelve Pack bent his knees a bit and his face contorted. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Heat moved swiftly down between Twelve Pack's massive legs and pulled himself up before the spasming cock, opening his mouth. He thrust out his tongue just as ropes of cum spit from Twelve Pack's expanding cock head.
"Ughhhhhhh," Twelve Pack wailed, "Fuck!"
The ropes of jizz spurted against Heat's tongue and lips. They flared like creamy rockets pooled along the cleft of Heat's tongue.
"Ughhhhh Ughhhhhhhh," Twelve Pack's entire body spasmed as his balls forced out ropes and ropes of spoog from his piss slit.
Heat swallowed some spoog quickly, the continuing jets momentarily splattering against his chin. Heat thrust his tongue out for second helping and Twelve Pack obliged by bending at the knees more and wincing as more jets of cum were rocketed through the air. Twelve Pack began to feel the wave subside and the tension eased from his muscles a bit. The ropes of cum that now spurted were shorter and of a slower trajectory so Heat scooted closer to catch the sticky jizz with his tongue. Soon, Twelve Pack's spent cock was merely drizzling spoog so Heat wrapped his lips around the enflamed head and licked it until only drops seeped from Twelve Pack's piss slit. Heat licked until the last drops were expelled and Twelve Pack's cock head was clean.
Twelve Pack regained his breath and pulled his cock from between Heat's lips. Heat fell back a bit, holding him self up by the pressure of his arms and the pressure of his hands against the floor. He grinned up at his buddy. "Awesome bro'."
Twelve Pack shook his head and expelled a whoosh of breath. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready for another brew."
Heat scrambled up to his feet. "I'm right with you bro'."
AJ Hammer turned to Anderson Cooper with a grin. "Pretty salacious, huh?"
Cooper was silent as he gazed at Hammer.
"Ready for more?" Hammer prompted.
Cooper slowly grinned, tugging at his belt and the waistband of his slacks. "I think I'm ready for you," Cooper pulled his hard cock free of his boxers, "to suck on this."
Hammer's face was expressionless but his gaze was riveted on Cooper's hard cock bobbing upward between the man's long muscular legs. Hammer dropped the VCR remote and fell to his knees, crawling closer between Cooper's legs. Hammer grasped Cooper's cock and gently ran his lips along the underside length of the hot silky flesh. Pushing his tongue out between his lips, he licked back up the length to the rim of the bulbous cap and then gently traced around the rim of the cap. He flecked the sensitive flesh underneath the rimmed cap.. Cooper's cock surged higher. Hammer moved down around and up across the cap and gently pushed his tongue tip against the piss slit.
"That's it," Cooper hissed.
Hammer pursed his lips and kissed the spongy head before slowly sucking in the cock head and swirling it with his tongue.
"Nice," Cooper hissed blindly gazing at the TV screen..........
The tape editing quickly cut to a small bedroom within the filming house of 'I Love New York." The blinds were drawn over the room's windows but the moon's brilliance still rayed through between the blinds. Twelve Pack was sprawled out on the bed over another body. He rubbed against the body beneath his. The movement caused the sheets to slightly slide from his waist exposing his bare ass cheeks.
"Baby," Twelve Pack cooed, "It's alright." Masculine hands rubbed along Twelve Pack's back. "Baby, don't cry," Twelve Pack offered gently, "I'll take care of you."
Mr. Romance squirmed beneath Twelve Pack on his back. The men's hard cocks rubbed as did their ripped stomachs and hard pecs. Romance's cheeks were streaked with tears. "I loved her so much," he choked, more tears escaping the corners of his eyes.
"Shhh," Twelve Pack licked away several of the tears before moving his lips along one of Romance's cheek bones.
"Hold me," Romance quivered from trembling lips as more tears came unbidden. His hands clung to Twelve Pack's powerful shoulder blades. "I will baby," Twelve Pack murmured running his lips down along Romance's throat. "I'll take care of you," the more built stud cooed soothingly. "I'll hold you every night for as long as you like." He kissed up over Romance's chin and gently moved his pouty lips across Romance's trembling lips. Romance sniffled and let free a sob. Twelve Pack covered Romance's mouth and moved his lips, gently parting Romance's lips and sweeping his tongue against the tender flesh of Romance's inner mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Romance squirmed beneath the muscle stud. Their hot hard cocks meshed and pulsed against the other. Romance wrapped his legs around Twelve Pack's hips, clinging more firmly to him.
"Love me," he pleaded between kisses with the muscle stud. "I need some one to love me."
"I will baby," Twelve pack smiled gently before licking one of Romance's flushed cheek bones. "I do baby," he moved his mouth back to Romance's and gently nipped his lower lip between his straight white teeth.
Romance released a sob from deep within his throat and additional tears rolled from his eyes down the side of his face. He dug his fingers into the flesh of Twelve Pack's back, his cock throbbing and pulsing against the muscle stud's. Twelve back rose up on his knees, drawing Romance with him. The two men kissed hungrily and Twelve Pack gyrated his pelvis and hard shaft against Romance's. Both of their ripped stomachs were wet and glistening with pre-cum.
"Love you baby," Twelve pack murmured running his fingers through Romance's thick wavy hair.
"You too," Romance nearly squeaked as he ran his hands down along Twelve Pack's powerfully rippling back. He rested his hands low and clung to the muscle stud's hard glutes.
Twelve Pack moved his hips so that their hard cocks would rub up and down against the other. Both were drooling pre-cum from their piss slits and Romance tightened his legs around Twelve Pack's hips.
"I...I want you inside of me," Romance pleaded, pressing his face against the strong column of Twelve Pack's neck.
"I want that too," Twelve Pack slid his hands down Romance's back and palmed Romance's bubble butt. "But we can't," he licked the ear of Romance closest to his lips.
"Why?" Romance choked, tears welling in his eyes.
"Because we're hear baby," Twelve Pack reasoned, now gently kneading Romance's butt cheeks.
"We can leave," Romance brightened, "we can be together then."
"Baby," Twelve Pack burrowed one hand between the fleshy globes. He touched Romance's pucker and Romance shivered in Twelve Pack's arms. "It won't be that easy." He stroked the quivering ring with his finger tips.
"It can be," Romance insisted, tearing streaking his face a new.
Twelve Pack gently nudged his index finger against the pursed muscle and breached it.
"Oooooooooooo," Romance whimpered, wiggling his butt as Twelve Pack thrust the finger in the hot convulsing chute to the knuckle.
"No baby," Twelve Pack rubbed around the slick soft flesh convulsing around his finger. "I have a girlfriend back home that I have to deal with first."
"A girlfriend?" Romance hiccuped on an audible sob. Romance sniffled and tried to pull from Twelve Pack's powerful arms.
"We'll work it out baby," he soothed, "we'll work it out."
Twelve Pack struck Romance's prostrate with the pad of his finger tip and Romance's objections turn to withering of pleasure.
"Mmmmmm," Romance whimpered as Twelve Pack's finger rubbed against the nub. Twelve Pack increased the tempo by rubbing his finger roughly against the nub. "Oh God," Romance hissed. Mister Romance's balls were churning. With the finger pressing and rubbing on his sphincter, he couldn't hold back. His cock jerked violently against Twelve Pack's. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," his but tensed around the finger and floods of cum shot up his cock to drizzle and seep down all over his cock and their ripped abs.
"Yeah baby," Twelve Pack encouraged, his own balls tightening from the thrashing of Romance's cock against his own. "Yeah, I'm milking it for you." Twelve pack felt his lower limbs tense. His own cock jerked. He smashed his lips against Mister Romance's and hungrily kissed him with a muffled grunt.
"Mnmph," Twelve Pack's tongue thrust against Romance's as his cock erupted with bubbly sticky spoog.
"Nmph," Romance grunted against Twelve Pack's lips as his cock roughly wrought free his jets of cum.
Twelve Pack's cock jerked and pulsed violently between them. His own spoog drizzled down his cock, mingling with Romance's as they thrashed together and smeared the sticky seed across their flat hard stomachs. The two men groaned and sighed audibly as their bodies rubbed and contorted together. Their lips continued to lock and tongues plundered and stroked the other. The oozing from their piss slits slowly subsided to trickles, their enflamed shafts pressed tightly between their hard ab riddled stomachs. The held one another tightly and closed their eyes.........
Anderson Cooper was leaning back in his chair. A.J. Hammer was positioned up over him inverted, with his knees pressed against the back of the chair. Cooper held him tightly by the waist with one arm, his face withering against Hammer's upturned bubble butt. Hammer was slobbering his mouth around Cooper's hard pulsing shaft. He twisted his lips around the rod and snaked his tongue around the hard flesh. He snorted loudly as he slurped down the leaking pre-cum coating his tongue.
Cooper pressed his face closer and slithered his tongue deeper between the enflamed butt lips. They clung to his tongue as the rough length caressed the soft pink flesh of Hammer's chute. He wiggled his head from side to side to get his tongue deeper.
"Mnmph," Cooper grunted as he pressed his lips harder against the ringed muscle and sucked against the musky hole.
Hammer's cock was rigid and enflamed pointing downward, leaking pre-cum like a faucet all over Cooper's polo. Cooper really didn't care, too mesmerized by Hammer's hot butt. He did lift his free hand to roughly jerk Hammer's shaft a few times before taking Hammer's balls and rolling them between his finger. Hammer wiggled and gyrated his butt hard against Cooper's face. Cooper inhaled the fresh musky butt scent. His eye lids fluttered and his began to thrust his tongue in and out of the chute, fucking Hammer hard with his hot rough tongue.
The video flashed brightly and the scene on the screen revealed the camera panning out to Twelve Pack and White boy relaxing in the warm bubbling Jacuzzi. White boy's long hair dusted muscular leg accidently brushed against Twelve Pack's larger more defined leg. Twelve Pack grinned and White boy cast him a curious gaze.
"Homes," White boy finally spoke. "What the fuck is your deal?"
Twelve Pack made a confused face. "What do you mean."
White boy chuckled in impatience. "Come on dog," he uttered irritably. "That lap dance for Chamo." Twelve Pack grinned broadly. White boy scoffed on, "prancing around in front of all of the other dudes practically naked."
Twelve Pack chuckled. "I'm just proud of my ripped body. I want everyone to know that I have the best bod out of the bunch."
White boy sneered in disbelief. "'you sure that's all it is?" He pressed in challenge. "Maybe you're really looking for something else."
"What?" Twelve Pack mocked in clearly feigned disbelief. "'you been talking to Sister Patterson?"
White boy narrowed his gaze on Twelve pack. "Dude, you may have the best built body. Yeah it's larger than all of ours. But those 'roids," White boy sneered. "You sure you got the size where it counts?"
"Dude," Twelve Pack grinned, "I know that I've got it."
"Hunh," White boy grunted in disbelief. "Shit, I bet mine is larger that yours."
Twelve Pack grinned more broadly. "You're on," he rose from the water with a splash and tugged his cock free of his leopard skin briefs. "This baby is 9 fuckin' inches when rock hard."
White boy eyed it and nodded in humor. "Yeah, well," White boy lifted to his knees and pulled his own cock free of his shorts. "beat this," he stroked his cock, "11 fuckin' inches."
"Shit bro," Twelve Pack marveled.
The screen panned up to the balcony over looking the Jacuzzi. Mister Boston meandered out on the balcony to look over the night sky. He gazed at the stars a moment and then looked below. His jaw nearly dropped open when he focused on Twelve Pack and White boy down below in the Jacuzzi. He blinked in shock. Twelve Pack was laying over the side of the Jacuzzi, his briefs pulled down exposing his hard glutes while White boy stood over Twelve Pack stroking his hard boner. Suddenly White boy rammed his cock up Twelve Pack's ass.
"Ughhhhhhhh," Twelve Pack's grunt carried up to the balcony.
"What the fuck," Mister Boston murmured out loud.
"Pussy muscle boy digs this big cock," White boy grunted as he thrust his 11 inches completely up Twelve Pack's hot quivering chute. He ground his pelvis against the muscle boy's hard glutes.
"Ughh.....dude," Twelve pack turned his head back a bit, "go easy with that motha'!"
"Zip it bro'," White boy bucked back withdrawing his glistening rod until just the head was clenched between Twelve Pack's pucker. "I'm just givin' you what you've wanted all along." White boy sneered and roughly rammed deep within the clenching chute.
"Fuck!" Twelve pack gasped as the dude's rod nearly split him open. Biting his lower lip, he tried to work his rectum muscles more comfortably around the hot rod.
"That's it baby," White boy's nipples surged as he felt the suction of rectum muscles around his stiff joint. "Work that ass dog!"
Above them, Mister Boston's mouth literally hung open, his eyes wide. "What the Hell?" He stepped closer to the balcony's edge railing and watched curiously. He'd never seen two men fuck around before. It was kind of.....he colored awkwardly as his own dick began to twitch.
Whack. Whack. Whack. ` White boy's heavy ball sack swung slapping against Twelve pack's own nads as White boy piston fucked the muscle dude. He pumped his cock deep and Twelve Pack pushed back trying to suck the rod deeper.
"Oh yeah bro.'" Twelve Pack moaned as his eyelids fluttered from the warmth the friction of the veiny cock was eliciting against his slick chute walls.
"Homes," White boy gritted pumping faster, "you've got one tight ass!" White boy's fingers dug into Twelve Pack's hips as he thrust faster and hauled the hard ass closer. "Work that ass dude," he grunted as his cock slid in and out of the suctioning hole. Twelve Pack's ass lips puckered with each outward pull and stretched to the max with each forward thrust.
Hips slapped glutes loudly as the two men grunted in their sinewy connection.
Above, Mister Boston was rubbing his hard pecker beneath his shorts. Without much thought, he pulled his hard dick through the fly and stroked his boner. "Really hot," he muttered hypnotized by the two gyrating locked bodies below. He stroked his dick, rubbing his cock head until his felt pre-cum smear across his palm. His palm slickened, he began to pump his dick in an even pace, watching below.
Twelve Pack's cock was hard, rubbing against the rim of the Jacuzzi each time his body jerked from White boy's powerful thrusts. Twelve pack closed his eyes tightly and sighed as the cock pumped in and out of his ass. White boy jeered as he pummel fucked the arrogant bastard. "Homes.....think.....you're....all....that.....now," he puffed, his chest broadening with each heavy breath from the exertion of his powerful thrusts.
"You......know......my.....ass.....is," Twelve pack gasped between thrusts. His body shook as White boy impaled him harder.
"Have.....to...admit," White boy gritted, "you've....got....one....fine....asssssss!"
Above, Mister Boston was pumping his shaft faster. He was breathing hard but eyes remained riveted on the two men below. His balls were churning.
White boy knew that he was getting close. Normally he would have warned the person he was fucking, but this pussy wanted it bad. His balls churned as they slapped hard against Twelve Pack's hard glutes. Perspiration dripped down his entire body. His hips gyrated harder. Twelve Pack was really working his ass muscles around the dude's rod. He winced his eyes tighter as he concentrated on his muscles sucking the rod deeper. His own cock was drizzling pre-cum. His balls were drawing back, twisting and boiling.
White boy panted harder as his own balls churned hotter. He was so damn close.
Above them, Mister Boston couldn't hold back any longer. His face twisted and his body tensed. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he grunted as his cock expelled ropes of creamy cum. He pumped his pulsing shaft harder, releasing the ropes of cum high in the air. "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," his balls churned empty as ropes flew across the balcony railing down below.
White boy felt something slick and sticky splatter across his back. "What the fuck......" he had no time to look up because his cock was pulsing, ready to explode. "Fuckkkkkkkk," he twisted his face and rocked forward against Twelve Pack's hard glutes. His knees bent a bit, his thighs tensed. "Shittttttttttttttttttttttttttt," his cock head exploded a rush of spoog up Twelve Pack's hot chute.
Twelve Pack felt the warmth flood him and clamped his muscles tight around the expanding cock head. His own cock jerked violently. "Fuckin Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," he wailed as his back tensed and his cum rained down from his stretched piss slit to the bubbling water below. "Aghhhhhhhhhh," he gritted his teeth as his cock spewed ropes of creamy cum.
White boy gripped Twelve Pack by the waist and pressed harder into his back. "Ughhhhh," he grunted as his bads churned the sweet juice clean. Twelve Pack's hard ass glistened under the moon with a mixture of perspiration and rivulets of spong running down his glutes.
Twelve Pack collapsed atop the ledge of the Jacuzzi as his pent cock drizzled free the last drops. White boy collapsed atop Twelve Pack, expelling a gasp, as his own cock was wrung free of all the seed it could release.
"Dude," Twelve pack chuckled appreciatively.
"Pretty hot fuck for a pussy boy," White boy conceded with a sly smile. Then White boy remembered the stuff that had splattered down across his back. Reached around, he scooped up some of the mysterious fluid upon his hand. When he looked at his spoog smeared fingers..... "What the fuck.....?" White boy looked up to the balcony.
Mister Boston was down on his knees panting, his arms dangled over the railing for support. His spent cock hung between two poles on the railing glistening with spoog.
"Yo," White boy barked up at him. "Get the fuck down hear and lick this clean," he flexed his shoulders indicating his back before resting his head upon Twelve pack's broad back........
Anderson Cooper pulled AJ Hammer's creamy butt cheeks further apart and looked at the pulsing pink muscular ring of ass lips. He pursed his lips and spit, spittle splattering in a glob at the aperture. Hammer wiggled his butt. The man's knees were rested upon Cooper's shoulders, pressed back against the back of the chair. Hammer's hard cock jabbed inverted between Cooper's hard muscular pecs. Hammer worked his lips down and around Cooper's hard cock, rivulets of spittle drizzling down the partially visible shaft to a wash Cooper's trimmed pubes. He snorted loudly and slunk his lips all the way to the root, his hot breath forcing the spittle to spread further around Cooper's pubes and pelvis.
Cooper pushed his face between the smooth cheeks and thrust the tip of his tongue against the kissing ass lips. The tip forced through and the ass lips clung to his tongue as he slithered it deeper within the hot slick chute. Cooper twisted his head from side to side inching it deeper while Hammer's rectum muscles churned trying to suck and work the tongue even deeper. The rough hot flesh strokes the soft warm walls in a circular motion, with Hammer wiggling his butt back in response. Cooper's nose grazed the sensitive valley flesh and inhaled deeply. The musky masculine scent permeated him, causing his eyelids to flutter. He whirled his tongue faster, snaking it back and forth against the hot sensitive tissue lining of the boi pussy. His lips pursed against the twitching pursed ass lips that seems to kiss back. His palms held the globes tightly, fingers digging slightly into the soft flesh as his tongue fucked the molten hole.
Hammer slowly released a hiss of breath while he twisted his lips around Cooper's veiny shaft. He opened the back of his throat and pressed harder along the length, his nose slightly smashed against Cooper's hard pelvis. The cap of the cock pumped against the back of his throat, pre-cum oozing from the slit down to his gullet. Cooper thrust his hips up and the cock head inched a bit deeper. Hammer snorted and choked a bit, spittle bubbling from one flared nostril. But he inhaled deeply and slid his hands down between the chair cushion and Cooper's hard thighs and dimpling glutes. He clung to the firm cheeks and tried to haul the cock deeper down his throat.
Cooper pulled his tongue back and the ass lips pursed out around the rough oral muscle, suctioning against it, trying to draw it back in. Cooper obliged by thrusting the tongue back even deeper, the rough texture grazing Hammer's prostate causing the younger man's flesh to flush and raise in goose bumps. Cooper's tongue tip swiped the pulsing bud again and Hammer shivered physically. The textured tip gently pressed the softly vibrating bud. Hammer gulped around Cooper's cock and bucked his butt back firmly against Cooper's buried face.
On the screen an extended slightly curved tongue gently lapped up the spinal valley of White boy's lithe muscular back.
"Mnmph," Mister Boston painted a glistening line of spittle up the central of the tanned broad fleshy frame.
"Come on," White boy hissed," resting his head, one cheek side down, against Twelve pack's flushed hard glutes. His own cum drizzled from Twelve pack's pulsing quim down to his thighs. "Lick me clean cause you've got more to lick right here." White boy lifted an arm up and rubbed the side of Twelve Pack's hard glute.
Mister Boston had never done anything like this before but was turned on like hell. His hard cock jutted between his pasty legs, a drip of pre-cum glistening at the cap. He swiped his tongue up across one of White Boy's broad muscular shoulder blades and smeared his own spoog against the wet abrasive flesh of his pink tongue. "Umph," he enjoyed the sweet-salty taste as he gulped some of it down his throat.
"Taste good bro'?" White boy snickered with a laid back grin as he gently kissed the glute his face rested upon.
Twelve Pack sighed, resting his head against his crossed arms upon the ledge of the Jacuzzi. He felt White Boy gently kiss his rump and lifted his hips a bit higher. White Boy complied to the gesture by lifting his head a bit to kiss the opposite cheek.
Mister Boston trailed his tongue back along the hard ridge of White Boy's collar bone, across the column of throat to trail across the other shoulder blade. "Mmmmmmm," he purred lapping the splotches of spoog from the other man's tanned flesh.
"Good boi," White Boy approved before reaching up to grasp the back of Mister Boston's head and turning his face to roughly draw the nerdy-but cute guy's lips to his own. Mister Boston initially fumbled awkwardly in the kiss but White Boy drew the tip of his tongue gently across Boston's lips until the other man parted them a bit so that White Boy's tongue could thrust within. Mister Boston suckled against the tongue, his lips pursed and moving against White Boy's more assured hungry strokes. White boy's tongue razed against the flat of Boston's tongue, lapping up a bit of mingled spittle and cum from the plain. He swirled his tongue, seemingly painting Boston's palate with the mixture before slipping his tongue back within his own mouth briefly to taste and swallow a bit himself.
"Mmmmm," Mister Boston sighed against White Boy's feeding lips as he moved his own lips in rhythm in a more assured dance. Boston's tongue caressed and traced the clean straight form of White Boy's teeth before flecking at the upper palate and wrapping his arms about the man's neck.
White Boy pulled his lips away a bit. "Ok," he rained gently kisses against Boston's now pouty lips, "babe, now you're going to kiss some other lips."
Mister Boston silently nodded, attempting to kiss White Boy gently. White Boy grinned, shaking his head gently and moved a bit to completely reveal Twelve Pack's hard bubble butt. Mister looked at the hard glutes curiously while White Boy gently pulled them apart with the palms of his hands. The quivering pink quim was revealed, a slight water fall of oozing spoog seeping from the pink pucker running down along the valley of the globes.
"Go on baby," White Boy encouraged.
Mister Boston tentatively crawled closer and extended his tongue from between his lips. Gently he ran the textured flesh up along the sensitive cum smeared flesh.
"Ooooooo," Twelve Pack cooed, his eyes closed contently and wiggled his butt a bit in response.
Mister Boston's tongue tip flecked the sensitive recently fucked ring and Twelve Pack shivered and jerked a bit in response. The tongue tip traced the circumference of the ring and it pulsed more, squishing out more rivulets of man juice. Mister Boston allowed it to drizzle upon his tongue before flecking it again and again, a bit more rapidly.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Twelve Pack sighed in relaxation, his head still resting on his uplifted crossed arms.
"That's it," White Boy encouraged. He slid one of his hands closer and swiped up some spoog from the quim before offering the coated finger to Mister Boston, who gently sucked it in, whirling and laving his tongue against the digit. White Boy gently slipped his finger back and forth between Mister Boston's lips, finger fucking the pretty mouth while he dipped his head and lapped his tongue across Twelve Pack's sensitive rim, collecting spoog against his rough textured tongue. He lifted his head against and withdrew the finger from between Mister Boston's lips only to replace it with his own lips. White Boy hungrily kissed Boston, slipping his tongue between his lips and smearing the glob of spoog against Boston's tongue. Mister Boston rolled the glob in his mouth before slithering his tongue between White boys, moving parted lips, to smear the cum back against White Boy's tongue. White Boy whirled the glob about within his own mouth and then transferred it back to Boston, who repeated the exercise.
While Mister Boston and White Boy snowballed, Twelve Pack languidly moved one massive arm from beneath his face and reached back around and roughly pierced his own quim with a digit and swirled it about a bit, gyrating his massive hips before withdrawing it and bringing the glossy coated finger back up to his lips. He pursed his pouty lips and gently slid the finger between, lapping the spoog and butt juices from it like a lollipop.
"Mmmmmmmmm oooooooooooooooo," he murmured twisting the finger between his lips against his flecking tongue.
White Boy and Mister Boston continued kissing and snowballing, but White Boy led their faces down closer to Twelve Pack's hard muscular ass. White Boy broke the kiss and moved so his tongue could pierce and slither up Twelve Pack's hot sloshy chute. He licked in a circular motion along the sticky, slick muscular tissue, slurping noisily before withdrawing and encouraging Mister Boston to resume his position, with a sly grin.
Mister Boston moved closer in awe and awkwardly pressed the tip of his tongue against the pursed opening. He thrust and worked his tongue and Twelve Pack opened for him with a muffled sigh. Mister Boston's tongue tentatively touched the tissue and whirled against it.
"Mnmph," Twelve Pack grunted and pushed back his butt in response to the hot tongue sending shivers up his spine.
Mister Boston tasted the musky spoog coated flesh and gurgled pleasantly, lapping more assuredly.
After several more moments, White Boy gently pulled Mister Boston's face away and resumed the position against the hard ass. His tongue thrust and Twelve Pack's lips parted but clung to the rough texture. He pressed his lips against the ass rim and snaked his tongue deep. Twelve Pack's butt muscles tensed and clung tighter to the hot tongue causing White Boy to chuckle against the ass. Mister Boston moved his face close to White Boy and began kissing along the man's exposed cheek bone up to his ear lobe before gently running the tip of his tongue along the folds and contours of White Boy's ear. Then he moved his lips down along to the underside of the man's face and licked up his chin. White Boy lifted a bit without removing his lips and tongue from Twelve Pack's roughly fucked ass and Mister Boston scooted a bit beneath him to kiss and suckle against White Boy's eraser tipped nipples.
Twelve Pack lifted his head at the sensations of White Boy's tongue and threw his head back with a sigh. His cock was hard again and leaking pre-cum like a faucet atop the surface of the warm water. He knew he'd shoot again without evening touching himself. It was fantastic.......
New York faced the gentlemen in a sexy elegant dress. She sighed almost like a small child. "I'm sorry," she addressed the ripped muscular man. "Twelve Pack, you have to go because you aren't really here for me."
Twelve Pack grinned and shrugged, stepping down from the dais to walk toward the opened doors. There was a slight twitch to his walk as if his rear end somehow hurt a bit. White Boy and Mister Boston were probably the only ones who noted the slight oddness to the muscle stud's usual swagger.
Twelve Pack looked out from the screen. "It was an experience," he grinned nonchalantly, his boyish face handsome and alight. "But I guess my time was up." He chuckled, "now I just can't wait to get back home so I can really screw the hell out of my ex-girlfriend."
The screen abruptly cut to White Boy's face looking out to the television audience. He snicked with a sneered. "Yeah right, homes," he drawled in ridicule.
Anderson Cooper pressed his face closer between A.J. Hammer's spread butt cheeks. He rubbed his tongue rapidly against Hammer's throbbing prostate. The younger man's flushed sensitive ass lips clung tightly to the rough texture of Cooper's slither's tongue. Cooper palmed Hammer's bubbly cheeks, pulling them apart as far as possible, his finger's digging into the soft creamy flesh. He could feel the drizzle of Hammer's spoog puddling down upon his pelvis and ripped abs.
Hammer twisted his lips savagely about Cooper's hot rod. The blood pulsed through the veins that spider webbed the hard silky shaft. Hammer's tongue whirled about the shaft before flecking the cap and tracing along one powerfully pumping vein. Hammer slurped hungrily, his lips pursed and tight around the thick circumference. His own cock was rigid and his balls were boiling from the warm invasive tongue up his chute. He worked his rectum muscles tightly and pushed his butt back. His balls churned.
"Mnmph," Cooper grunted against the boi's bottom as his tongue fucked rapidly against the pulsing inner nub. It pounded against his tongue tip. Cooper kissed the flared puckery ass lips, twisting his face a bit left and right and back again.
Hammer's balls twisted, pulling up tightly., his pale flesh flushed deeply red and his legs muscles tensed. "Umphhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he gulped loudly over Cooper's stiff rod as his cock jerked and his cap expanded raining jets of spoog down across Cooper's chest and flat stomach. "Nmphhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned as he continued to work Cooper's cock, running his tongue along the sensitive flesh underneath the pulsing cock head. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," Hammer withered back against Cooper's face as his body rocked from the waves of spoog forced through his shaft. "Mmmmmmmm," he murmured stretching his lips wider to take the cock further back in his throat.
Cooper's legs tightened and tensed. His butt cheeks dimpled and jerked, but his tongue slithered deeper up the clinging hole. His balls exploded. "Mnmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he grunted as his cock released jets of cum against the back of Hammer's throat. His cock pulsed rawly, the veins bloated as his cock spurted and spurted.
"Umnphhhhhh," Hammer gulped loudly, nearly choking on the rushing wave of seed. He barely had time to taste it as it flooded the back of his throat. He swallowed and gulped. The cum flooded his mouth, causing him to choke and rivulets to run up through his nostrils.
"Arggggggggggggggggg," Cooper licked and whirled his tongue while every muscle in his body tensed from the churning release of his flood of spoog from his balls and enflamed shaft. The spoog continued to rush free, Hammer's own spray now reduced to a few drops and drizzles from the stretched piss slit.
Hammer slurped around the shaft, swallowing the tasty seed. Spoog on his lips stretched and drooped down to Cooper's thighs. Hammer tried to slurp them up but his mouth was still a wash with too much spoog. He snorted loudly and some spoog from his nostrils was sucked back up. He choked a bit but continued to swallow the seed until the force subsided to a slow drizzle.
Cooper was breathing rapidly, the rush of breath tickling Hammer's blood puffed ass lips, Cooper's tongue still sunk deep within Hammer's molten chute. Hammer inhaled sharply and blinked his eyes rapidly a moment before regaining a bit of control. Once he was calmed, he proceeded to lick Cooper's spent raw cock clean.
The television screen before the chair had long gone black.
to be continued.....