Bivuoac 5
Cajuncock
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We awoke a tangled mess at dawn. It was the fifth day of the troubles. Things had pretty much quieted down in the city. The local police, state troopers, and the national guard were in charge and seen all over the city. The curfew was still enforced but grocery stores were now open with limited hours and food delivery was normal. Gil was the first one up. I was spooned against Parker's backside. I felt Gil move behind me with his own stiff cock poised at my hole. I moaned as he pushed into me and whispered "Time to wake up sleepy head." I moaned and pushed back on his cock. He slowly penetrated my hole just as Parker moved his ass to my own morning wood. We lay connected for 15 minutes as each of us reached our first orgasm of the day. It was a wonderful way to start any day.
We three grabbed our pants, dressed, and headed for the boys locker room and showers. The showers were busy with about ten men rushing to start their day. Gil greeted the men cheerfully. Parker and I were still groggy and muttered greetings. I was awake enough to notice that many of the men were unashamedly showing their morning wood. The variety of cocks was amazing- pink, black, brown. It was all a reflection of the men in uniform. I recognized a few of the local police and state troopers among them. I guessed that they too had bunked down in the school for the night. I wondered if any of them had enjoyed themselves as we had last night?
After a quick meal Gil and I went up to the command center on the top floor. We were briefed on the status of the city. Over 800 people had been arrested, most for looting or curfew violations. It was quiet for now. Gil made a phone call on the landline. He turned to me and asked "We will be here for a few more days. But I guess that you might want to go home for a change of cloths?" I knew that the two day's worth of cloths I'd brought needed washing and replacement. I agreed that it was a good idea. Gil called down to Parker on the intercom to get us a jeep and be ready to leave in 20 minutes. I went to retrieve my things and found that the ever thoughtful Parker had packed then in a duffle bag.
Parker would be our driver and I gave him directions to my home, commenting quietly for him to remember them for future reference. He smiled at me knowing what I meant. The normally twenty minute drive took twice as long since there was much damage. The hulks of burned our vehicles were everywhere. Every few blocks we were stopped at road blocks by armed troops or police. Finally, we reached my neighborhood. It was pretty much untouched by the rioters.
We parked in my driveway. Parker lugged the duffle into the house. I noticed that the fridge was opened and had been cleaned out. I guessed Neal, my neighbor, had really decided that it was in dire need. I dumped my cloths in the washing machine and invited Gil and Parker to add their own to the pile. They very promptly did so. Now here we were three naked men in my laundry room. Not being shy, Gil walked up behind me and whispered "How long will the wash take? Do you feel frisky?" Not waiting for an answer Parker knelt in front of me and pulled my cock to his mouth. Gil nibbled my neck and worked his hands to my ass. My cock woke in Parker's mouth and he moaned. Gil pulled me away and turned me to lean on the washing machine. Parker got down squeezing between my body and the machine to resume nursing on my cock. Gil knelt behind me, his tongue moistening my hole. In no time at all I was primed and ready to be taken again.
What we didn't notice was that we had an audience. Neal, my muscular, black neighbor and his 17 year old son, Dwain, were at the screen door staring at my defilement. Both were dressed in tank tops and cargo shorts. Dwain was actively rubbing his crotch as he and his dad smiled at each other watching the three men engaged in hot sex. Neal unbuttoned his cargo shorts letting them drop to the floor as he walked in. Dwain was already naked at that point. His black cock dripping with his own juices just like his dad's.
I opened my eyes to see the two of them naked in the doorway. Neal was divorced from his wife when his son was only ten. He'd raised the boy as a single parent. His strong muscled body built from years in the Marines was in contrast to his son's lean, muscled body from years of soccer.Both their uncut cocks were standing at attention. Gil paused when he noticed me staring. I laughed saying "Neal and Dwain I'd like you to meet two of the guard members who are protecting the city." Neal shook his hard dick saying "Happy to meet you." Parker crawled out from under me and over to Dwain. He looked up at the muscled, black teen asking for permission. The boy nodded and said "Dude we were worried about you. I guess that you were being well taken care of." While he talked Parker inhaled the teen cock sucking eagerly on his new toy. Dwain said "Dude, it's like Christmas all over again." Neal walked over to me, his dripping cock swinging in front of him. He bent down to kiss me. Gil resumed fucking as Neal raised up and offered me his cock. I wasted no time and latched on to the offered tool.
Gil increased his motion now that he had an audience. He fucked like a mad man. My poor hole was glad for him. He needed to show the world that he owned this ass. Neal moaned and muttered "Brother, you're doing just fine on his ass. I've wanted to have that for so long." Gil stopped and said "OH, he's one fine piece believe me." I moaned knowing what would happen next. Gil pulled out and nodded to Neal. Neal quickly took his place at my hole. Neal's thick, ten inch cock was poised at my entrance. Gil moved and leaned in to kiss me. Just then Neal began the assault on my hole. My colon grabbed his invading monster. I moaned into Gil's kiss as inch after inch began the invasion.
Meanwhile seeing his dad in action spurred Dwain on. He moved Parker to lean next to me. Using only spit he lubed the poor boy's hole and his own dick. He was hot to fuck an ass and pushed all the way into the young, white boy's hole. He was buried to the root. Parker yelled out as the teen's own ten inches plugged him. Soon Parker's pain turned to an intense pleasure as the boy began a slow, well practiced fuck. Dwain was no stranger to white boys' holes. He'd taken many of the soccer team members to his bedroom before. He knew how to give them the pleasure of his inches. His dad had suspected as much. But he never interfered hoping that it was a phase. But his son soon learned at a tight athlete's hole was far better than any loose pussy. The boys of his team soon spread the word that Dwain was a master cockman. He knew how to bring the most pleasure to any straight boy. Practice often was followed by visits with at least two team members begging to have some extra time with the strong, black cock. Neal couldn't help but notice the wet spots on the backs of the boys' uniform pants when they left his house. He often wondered what it would be like to join in with his son and his team mates.
Now Neal could watch Dwain plow the young guard member as he plowed Chris. Gil offered Parker his own cock to suck and keep him quiet while Dwain fucked him. He looked over just as Neal's moaning let him know that he was close. Gil knew that soon he'd be using Neal's load as lube when he filled Chris. His own cock dripped in anticipation. The scene was wilder than any he had ever imagined. Five men, horny and with needs, fucking and being filled with each other's cum. Dwain was the first to nut. He screamed as he felt his load fill the young man's needy ass. He fell forward on Parker's back still pumping his potent cum in the willing boy.
Neal, hearing his son scream, pulled out of Chris. His cock was still spurting and pushed his son away. He shoved the spurting cock into Parker. Parker screamed at the new invader knowing that now the dad was adding his own sperm to his son's filling his man pussy to over flowing. Chris had no time to ponder the situation as Gil plowed into the cum filled hole that Neal had just vacated. With a mighty scream and a deep shove he added his own load to Neal's.
Now Parker and Chris were the only two who had not unloaded. Chris mounted Parker's just vacated hole as Dwain knelt to suck Parker's pink cock. Dwain savored the cock, just as he had those of his team mates. His expertise at sucking was quickly rewarded with a load of the white boy's own cum. He knew that someday he would share the thrill of this with his own dad. The five men all paused to recover. They sat on the floor, naked and sexually satisfied. Chris invited his guests to share his oversized shower. This turned out to be another turn on and a second wet round took place. This time there was nothing to clean up. By now the cloths were dry and the neighbors had departed. Dressed in freshly washed cloths and with a few extra days of clothing the three departed for the school. Each one of them knew that this was not the end. Gil knew that his feelings for Chris and Parker had turned something on inside him. He felt a need to be close to them and to protect them. Chris had made it clear that after this assignment he would welcome them both to his bed.
On the way back they discussed the possibility of seeing each other again. It was possible since they all lived withing 30 minutes of each other. I knew that the three of us had built a bond. I also knew that now my next door neighbors would become regular visitors to my bed. Dwain was a typical teen horn dog, always with a ready hardon. Neal was more relaxed. Both seemed to enjoy the mini-orgy at my house. Parker had admitted that it was his first orgy. He was impressed with the variety of cocks available to him. When we were alone in my office Gil had confessed that he thought we might be able to build something as a couple. He wanted to give it a try. My emotions were off the chart. Here I was resigned to spending my life alone and suddenly finding out that there were other options for me. I told Gil that all of this was very new for me. I needed time to digest it all. But I also confessed to enjoy being with him. He suggested that he might arrange some weekend visits where we would exchange visits to each others' homes.
Parker also had some ideas. He enjoyed having his dream of being with Gil fulfilled. But inside he knew that all of this was new to him. His future as a nurse left him with a world of job possibilities. He asked me if I thought that we might be room mates when he completed his degree and found a local job. I explained that he would probably want to experiment with other men before he settled on one man as a lover. B.ut I had to admit that living alone had been very empty for me. I also explained that I might have feelings for Gil. He understood all of that and promised to think about his future. He knew that he didn't want to return to his parents' rural home life. The world was an open adventure for him.
After things in the city had calmed down my life returned to normal. The school system and the city decided that they needed a full time emergency coordinator. I was pressed to fill the job. My new life and schedule was filled with planning sessions, speeches, and conferences. Gil transferred to the local guard unit and easily found a job in the city. Of course, he moved in with me. Our third partner, Parker, graduated and found a job at a local clinic. We rapidly became a functioning gay household. We invited our neighbors over frequently for dinner and play time.
At one point gay marriage became legal in the state. Gil and I had a small ceremony with the local judge presiding. Dwain grew into a man whose gay side became the norm. He took to seeing Parker a lot. I was sure that parker enjoyed visiting their home. I could hear them late at night as he was well used by both father and son. I enjoyed waking each morning with Gil spooned behind me. His cock was always buried in its nice warn home, my hole. Over the years our neighborhood became more gay as older couples moved to warmer climes, gay couples replaced them. Quite a few of my old students came out, seeking advice from their old teacher. It wasn't paradise but close to it.