Jeff and Sal were a little smashed as they walked the three blocks to their apartment, giddy over the drinks and the prospect of having the delicious Wes in bed with them.
Wes put his lips together again and whistled. Sal became faint at the sight. "What a place. An' yu can look outa the window and see buildings and such. No mountains like at home, but awesome."
The guys didn't want to waste time. Jeff advised that they sleep nude and Wes told them that he does too at home. "Lessen it's real cold, then I git brother to sleep with me. He heats up the sheets like a forest fire." Then he laughed in remembrance.
Sal asked the boy if he would like anything to eat or drink before going to sleep. "I would be mighty obliged if'n you could heat of some milk and give me a glass. I allus have that 'fore bed and I sleep like a babe."
(You are already a babe thought Sal) but aloud to said, "No problem. I heat some up right away."
Pretty soon the boys were bookends to the naked farm boy, he was sipping his milk. Jeff could see that Wes's eyes were blinking and he was afraid he'd drop the glass on the bed. He carefully took the glass and put it on the bedside table. When he turned back, Wes was sound asleep. Sal noticed that the boy had a cute milk moustache and he took a tissue and blotted it. Jeff said, "You're a regular mother. I guess you really like him." Sal told him that he has tender feelings for the farm boy, but he also wants to rough-fuck him.
The boys looked over his bare chest and longed to reach out and play with his pink and brown nipples, but they thought better of it. "That would be too weird and pervy," said Sal and he settled down to sleep, dreaming of Wes's handsome ass, and how he was fucking it. Oddly the three slept through the night and the light of morning woke them all up.
"Hey, fucking farm boy," Sal said, reverting to his New Jersey cock of the walk attitude. "I saw your ass. It beats any ass in the western hemisphere and I want that ass. Are you ready to get fucked?"
"Oh my Sal, you are very angry. No need for that," said still sleepy Wes. "I never did nothin' involving the rump portion of guys I know but I can sure see how some guys are very takin' with asses. Now your ass, Sal, that's a fine one. It's full and big and brown and strong. I noted that the ass crack has nice strong dark hairs growin' there. I have not seen yur ass hole, but I bet it has a nice ring of dark Italian hair 'round it. And you Jeff, I know Irish boys are not hairy. Your ass hole must be pink and free of hair and it's probably itching now for some attention."
Sal squeezed Wes full, soft, tan checks, making his puffy lips puff out even more. "Listen kid. I will have your ass I swear. What say you turn around now and present it to me."
"Now that's a problem friends. I am scared as shit 'bout the whole idea of getting' fucked. Do you think you two fellas, as friends, could let me ease into the whole idea of having a big piece of flesh inside me. Let me see your asses and let me play around a bit 'fore I really do IT."
Jeff and Sal shrugged. Sal said, "If the kid wants to see our asses, let's do it." They got back in the position they were in for milking. "No kissing or shit, this time," said Sal in a manly voice.
"Oh my, such nice rumps." He stroked Sal's big muscular ass. Sal murmured appreciatively. "Okay get your feel and your look and then get into position for me."
"Oh yes, I will do that, but let me have a little more checking you out. Now this ass hole, it seems a little moist. It has a cute pucker mouth and a small moustache. Now that's real fine. I think I'll just get a little friendly with it." Wes took his big, flat, farm boy finger and stroked it up and down the pucker mouth. Sal tried to stifle his moan, but it escaped his lips.
Meanwhile Jeff was watching. "Hey rube, leave off playing with the son of Italy and take a look at a real fine ass. He got into position next to Sal, enjoying the heat from Sal's hips against him. Wes was quick to move on to Jeff's slim, freckled, hairless ass.
"Jeff, you got a fine ass too. I see your ass hole is pink and friendly. It's also puckering out, looking for a kiss. May I jes go inside and look fur that boy clit everyone talks 'bout. Ah, this must be it."
Jeff let out a long low croon. "Oh you shit-kickin" farm boy. You are starting something. Put another finger in and rub around. I'm beginning to get really with this ass play."
Wes tapped Sal on his strong back. Sal had been rubbing himself against Jeff, his eyes closed and his breathing deepening. "I can try to find that hot spot inside you. Would you lak that?"
"You know rube, you talk to much. If you think you know how to find it, go to it."
Wes's warm, long, tan middle finger entered the Italian boy's hole easily. He felt around and there it was, a hard nut. He stroked it softly and rapidly. Sal began a senseless babble as the sensations ran up and down his spine. He lifted his muscular ass high to feel more. "Keep it up, otherwise I got friends in the Mafia who'll whack you. You are in fucking trouble if you don't get onto what you are doing and do it right.
Wes found that he could use both hands one in each boy. Pretty soon he had them both crooning in pleasure. They had planned to fuck him, but in a moment, Jeff called out, "I've always been a top. I've fucked pretty models for ten years, but I don't care if I sound like a whore. Wes, get your cock out and in me."
Sal heard it all. He was worried that Jeff was going to get cocked and he wasn't. He reared up and grabbed Wes's throat. "Me, me me. Pay no attention to that Irish fag. It's me you want to fuck."
Wes laughed in delight. He loved to please boys. "Tell you what,new friends, I kin please you both, but not at the same time. Jes keep those hot asses up in the air and I'll...what do you call it...alternate."
"Whatever," Jeff said, "But do it."
Wes entered his cock head in Sal and jiggled it around. "Oh shit, he makes me want to cum already. He's evil."
Then he moved over to Jeff. He grabbed Jeff's slim hips and aimed for his pretty pink hole and entered. He was half way down his shaft, then he pulled out and plunged into Sal. Back and forth he went, each time sinking deeper into the dark, hot interior of the photographers. Now he entered all the way, his dark blond pubes tickling the asses of the boys.
Jeff was howling in pleasure. "If I die now, it'll be all right as I have had the best." Turning to Sal he said, "Partner, I'm getting close to the cum of my life. I want my lips against your hot Italian lips."
Sal husked, "Isn't this whole thing too gay?"
"Shit," Jeff shouted, "You idiot, you're being fucked by a milk boy, you've got your ass up in the air next to another guy, and you're rubbing against him. What could be gayer than that? Shut up and enjoy the trip. If you are like me, you're going to spew in a minute."
"Nice boys, I see that the sweat is coming on yur backs, just above yer asses. We all know what that means. If you were behind me you'd see my ass sweatin' too. You goin' feel like you're getting a fire hose up yer asses...and here it comes."
Wes's cock pulled into itself and then stiffened and lengthened and then, eight long shots of rural cum coated the boy's asses as he moved his firing cock from one to the other. Meanwhile they felt their thighs locking as they spooged heavily on the sheets below, almost weeping with the passion they felt.
Wes slid off them, falling on his side. The two boys couldn't move, they stayed in the 'fuck me' position sperm dribbling out of their well-fucked holes.
Wes could see that they were good for nothing. He got up and wiped him self off and got into his overalls. He patted the boys on their heads and slipped out of the apartment, planning to go back to the Y and get some more sleep.
Jeff was the first to become aware of his surroundings. "Who was that masked man who fucked us? Oh shit, my ass hole is as big as a port hole. How you doing babe?"
"You never called me babe before. Does that mean we are married? I feel like I need an ass holes retread."
Jeff and Sal were quiet a moment, laying on their backs. Finally Jeff said, "You know these country boys aren't as dumb as they look. Somehow we'd been turned into bottoms."
Jeff turned on his side to Sal and stared into his face. "You know Sal, I never noticed what nice eyes you have."
"Thanks. What are your plans for this morning?"
"Soon as I rest a bit, I think I'd like to reclaim my position as a top with you."
Sal leaned over and kissed his partner. "Let's do what Wes does...alternate.?
End
You've heard of the Foxy Grandpa. This was a case of the foxy grandson. I found, as an author, that I liked all of the three characters in this story equally.