This story contains graphic language and details of homosexual acts and drug use. If you are offended by such activities or if you are underage, please read no further.
This is one of several chapters about my sexual exploits in college during the mid 1980's. These stories are true, but please keep in mind that most of the sexual activities noted occurred between close long-term friends that had no possibility of being exposed to AIDS at that time. Now, safe sex is not an option, it is a requirement.
Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
KENNY'S WEDDING, PART I
After our last class on Friday, Mack and I loaded the car for the trip to my hometown. Kenny's wedding was Saturday afternoon, but I had spoken with both Carl and Jacob earlier in the week and they wanted us to come home on Friday to party with them.
The trip was relatively uneventful, and when we arrived at my parents' house, my sister and her two friends, all of whom would be seniors in high school, were in the living room, which was extremely unusual because they typically gathered in her bedroom. When I asked them what they were doing, my sister told me that they were watching television, but I knew she was lying when I saw that the channel was tuned to ESPN. Why would three teenage girls wait around for the brother of one of them to return home from college? Could it be because they knew that I was bringing home a male friend that none of them knew? They must have heard my car drive up, ran into the living room, and turned on the television. Unfortunately, their plan failed when they forgot to change the channel from the last station that my father had watched.
All three of them went gaga over Mack, and unfortunately for him, my mother came home from work shortly after we arrived, and for the next hour or so, the poor guy was inundated with question after question about his life, his home, his school, his "attachments", and everything else. After a while, the poor guy appeared as if the FBI was interrogating him, but thankfully, he was saved when my father came home from playing golf. I know this may sound a bit sexist, but my parents were raised in the 50's. When my father came home, he would sit in his recliner, turn on the television, and wait on my mom to finish dinner. Fortunately, that 50's attitude was the reason for Mack's reprieve because my mom had to cook dinner and my sister and her friends had to go to her room because my dad didn't like to be disturbed while he was watching television.
Dinner was particularly good as mom had cooked a great chicken sauce piquant served over Uncle Ben's minute rice along with canned sweet peas, sliced cucumbers, store-made french baguettes, and iced tea. (Sorry if I offend anyone, but I just couldn't resist. It just kills me when I read these Nifty stories, and someone gives detailed descriptions of what they were served at a fine restaurant or the opulence of a room. I'm sure that most of us come here for one reason, and it's not to read about food, flooring, or antiques.)
With dinner finishing around 6:30, Mack and I went into my old bedroom to get ready because I had told Carl and Jacob that we would meet them at a local bar around 8:00. I let Mack have the bathroom first, and to keep him occupied while I was getting ready, I retrieved some of my old high school yearbooks from my closet. Besides, he was always asking questions about my hometown and me, so I thought that the photos could tell him more than I could. Once he was finished, I showed him the yearbooks, and I went into the bathroom. When I returned to the room, Mack was ready, but the sight that I found shocked me. He was sitting on my bed laughing uncontrollably, and his face was red as a beet with tears streaming down his cheeks.
"What the fuck is so funny?" I asked.
"This!!!" Mack managed to point out a photo in the yearbook between outbursts.
As I looked at the photo, I could have died on the spot, and although I couldn't see it, I'm sure that my face turned white as a ghost. Mack was looking at my ninth grade class picture. I've never mentioned in this story that I was extremely overweight as a child and through my early teens. By the ninth grade, my weight had ballooned to 260 lbs., and I was wearing a size 50" pants. I also wasn't extremely concerned about my appearance, as you can imagine, so I didn't really bother with such things as conditioner, a blow dryer, and Clearasil. There before me was my former self, and the photo showed it all - the acne dotted face, the triple chins, an apparent absence of a neck, and the kinky hair parted on the side causing the top of the head to look like the tube of a wave that only a surfer could appreciate. What was even more amazing was that I was perfectly content to lead this life until the summer between the ninth and tenth grades.
The "change" occurred when my family and I went on one of our annual summer visits to my dad's relatives in north Louisiana. As is typical in most families, my grandmother indulged my sister and me with fat and sugar the entire week that we were there. On our last day there, we were treated to a breakfast of fried eggs, fatback bacon, grits dripping in real butter, and buttermilk biscuits with boysenberry preserves; a lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches saturated with mayo, chips, and a couple of Little Debbie brownies; and a dinner of fried chicken, smothered potatoes, speckled butter beans, and snap beans, all of which were flavored with bacon drippings. We then had a nighttime snack of peach cobbler and homemade vanilla ice cream, and everything throughout the day was washed down with numerous glasses of "real" coke. That night, as I tried to go to sleep, I had trouble breathing, and there was even a point where I thought that I was going to suffocate under my own weight. When I got up the next day, I told my grandmother that I wasn't hungry for breakfast, and once we were on our way home, I declared to my family that I was going on a strict diet because I just couldn't stand myself any longer.
For the next couple of months, I ate like a bird and began a daily exercise regimen. By the time that my tenth grade year began, I had lost 70 lbs., and my classmates didn't even recognize me. I continued with my diet after school began, but unfortunately, I began to enjoy the adrenaline rush associated with the hunger pains. I eventually got down to 145 lbs., and I began fainting due to the lack of nourishment. It wasn't until I saw one of those ABC after school specials that focused on anorexia when I realized that I was also being afflicted with that disease. I immediately began eating a more balanced diet, and my weight ultimately settled at my ideal weight of 160 lbs. To this day, I still watch my weight, and whenever I feel that I may be gaining a few pounds, I immediately cutback my food intake and increase my exercise reps until I fall into the 160-165 lbs. range.
Now back to the story . . .
Upon hearing my silence, Mack looked in my direction, and his laughter ceased immediately. He knew that I had a weight problem when I was younger from stories that he had heard from my hometown friends and me, but I didn't think that he realized how hard it had been on me until he saw my reaction to the picture.
"Man, I'm sorry for laughing like I did. I'm a fucking asshole." He said dejectedly.
"Don't worry about it, all that shit happened a long time ago. Just seeing that picture brought back memories that seemed like they were in another lifetime." I responded in an attempt to diffuse the situation.
"Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here."
"I know that, but like I said, it was a lifetime ago. Now, don't we need to get going?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Where is this place?"
"It's just a few miles from here. It shouldn't take us longer than 5-10 minutes to get there. Oh, and watch how you act! This is kind of a rough place."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see when we get there."
I then finished dressing, and we stopped to talk to my parents on the way out. I told them that we were going to meet Carl and Jacob, and I didn't know what time we would come home because we would probably meet up with quite a few people that were in town for Kenny's wedding. They were pretty cool and told us to have fun, but Mom did warn us not to make any noise when we got home because my dad was working the dayshift at the refinery, and they had to get up early. (Don't ask me, it's another one of those 50's June Cleaver things. My dad's ass would have had to get himself up and ready for work while I slept if I were my mom. No wonder so many of those women always drank like fish, smoked like chimneys, and popped pills.)
When we arrived at the bar, it was already packed, and we had to park along the highway because the lot was overflowing. The bar, which was called The Blue Moon, had been in business at least 40 years, and it looked like it hadn't been repaired since the last nail was hammered. As a matter of fact, it actually leaned to one side and the back because the ground under the cinder block foundation had settled so much. The building was built in the typical New Orleans "shotgun" style, which is just another term for a long, narrow design. As you walked in the door, there were a few small tables and chairs off each side of the door that was followed by a bar with stools that stretched most of the remainder of the building. Behind the bar were the restrooms.
As we walked in, I could hear Mack gasp. One of the local offshore operations must have just changed shifts because the bar was teeming with some rough-looking oilfield workers. There were also quite a few fishermen in there, and as expected, several of the town tramps were busily working the crowd. I don't think that Mack had ever seen so many rubber boots and so few teeth in his life.
Carl and Jacob were already there, and we found them at the end of the bar near the restrooms. Also with them was Jacob's cousin, Steven, who is another hottie. To clarify a little, as I guess some of you are wondering, Carl and Jacob's fathers are brothers, while Jacob and Steven's mothers are sisters. Therefore, Jacob is their cousin, but Carl and Steven are not related. The "looks" must have run on the mothers' side of the family because while Carl can be considered cute, Jacob and Steven are just drop-dead gorgeous. Steven is a couple of years younger than us, but he looks almost exactly like Jacob with the exception of having his father's dark hair, dark brown eyes, and slightly darker skin tone.
"Hey, bitches!! What's up?" Carl shouted as he saw us.
Mack and I made our way over to them, and Jacob introduced Mack to Steven. I went to the bar to get a new round of drinks, and the party was on from there.
After his initial trepidation with the place, Mack settled in quite nicely, and all five of us were having a really good time. However, about a couple of hours and several beers later, things changed dramatically. One of the town tramps, Darla, had been working on one of the offshore guys, but he turned out to be a real lightweight. As he started slumping on the bar, Darla excused herself and made her way over to us. Darla was a very attractive girl who graduated high school with Carl, Jacob, and I, but she had a really rough life. The rumor was that her father had molested her, and in an attempt to get away from him, she starting chasing and sleeping with every guy that would have her, which was most of the town. At first, she started hitting on Jacob and Steven, but they weren't having any of it, so she made her way over to Carl. Being the horn-dog that he was, Carl ate it up, and fairly soon, they was all over each other.
Things were copasetic for a while, but eventually the oilfield worker at the bar sobered up and began looking for Darla. When he saw Carl's tongue down Darla's throat, he gathered a couple of his buddies, and they charged us. Strictly on instinct, Carl was able deflect the guy's crosscut, and he landed an uppercut to the guy's chin, which knocked him out. Fortunately, Mack and I were able to restraint one of the other guys and Jacob and Steven collared the other one until the owner and his posse were able to make their way around the bar. The owner, who was a slovenly obese dude in his early 60's did not look too pleased, and he demanded to know what happened. We tried to tell our side of the story over the objections of the other two goons, which only caused to owner to become more pissed. He then told us, "Just shut the fuck up!!! I want all of you son-of-a-bitches out of here." We started to protest, but he was having none of it, and he said, "Look, why don't you college pricks take your little cumbag slut and leave now!! We'll hold these other assholes here until y'all are out of the parking lot. I've gotten in enough shit with the pigs here lately, and I don't need to have them bust up another fight outside and try to take away my damn license. Once y'all are gone, you three pump fuckers will have to hit the bricks too." We knew that there was no point in arguing any further, so we took our beers and left.
"Fuck!!!!" Jacob screamed once we got outside. "What are we going to do now? You know that I can't stand the other hellholes around here."
"What, you mean they're worse than this??!!" Mack joked, which caused us all to start laughing.
"Hey dudes, don't worry!" Carl interjected. "I found out this afternoon that my parents were going to Florida for the weekend. My mom's boss let her use one of the company's beach condos. We could just carry the party over there, but we'll need to stock up first."
"That sounds awesome!" I replied. "Mack and I will stop by the Kwiki Mart and get a few things. Any requests?"
"I'll just have beer." Carl said, and then he nudged me and whispered, "One ought to be enough because I'm sure that Darla will have something else for me soon enough."
"Oh, Ok." I whispered back and then asked the others, "Anything else?"
"Carl, why don't you go on home, and Steven and I will go with Paul and Mack to the store to get the booze?" Jacob suggested.
"That sounds cool!" Carl replied.
Darla and Carl then got in his car, and Mack and I followed Jacob and Steven to the store, where we bought a case of beer and a bottle of Jaegermeister.
When we got to Carl's house, Carl and Darla were already making out very heavily on the sofa. They settled down once we walked in the living room. Carl showed us that he had a bag of weed and a pipe, so Mack and Steven sat on the other side of the coffee table and they offered to load for us. Jacob and I went in the kitchen to put the beers in the fridge and the Jaeger in the freezer, and we got each of us a can of beer. For the next half hour or so, we smoked and drank and had a conversation about the expected guests at Kenny's wedding (Ok, we really gossiped). During this time, I noticed that Darla had started rubbing Carl's crotch and that he was developing quite a boner. When he saw me looking at his condition, Carl winked at me.
Shortly thereafter, Carl said, "Well, I've had enough for tonight. Darla and I will sleep in my parent's room and y'all just make yourselves at home. You're welcome to sleep in Joey's (his brother) and my rooms if you get too fucked up, but just make sure to lock up if you leave."
They then got up and went to the bedroom, and Jacob asked if we were ready for another round. I'm sure that he got three glares from us that told him that he had asked a stupid question. When he came back, not only did he have four cans of beer, but he also had the Jaeger. He handed us each a beer, and he unscrewed the bottle, downed a shot, and handed it to Mack. Jacob was still coughing from the burning sensation as Mack downed his shot and handed the bottle to me.
"Fuck, that's some strong shit!" Jacob gasped between coughs.
"Yeah, it is." Mack managed to squeak out despite the burning of his own throat.
"Damn, we should have given the bottle to Carl before he went to bed." Jacob said.
"Why?" Steven asked.
"So, he could have sterilized Darla's pussy with it!"
Jacob, that bastard, just had to have said that just as I was downing my shot. If the liquor hadn't have been so expensive, I would have done one of those classic sitcom spit-takes. Nevertheless, I was able to hold it in and swallow, but it didn't go down the right pipe, and I started coughing so hard that I thought I was going to hock up a lung.
"You all right, man?" Mack asked as he patted me on the back.
"Yeah." I finally managed to pant as I handed to the bottle to Steven.
After I had calmed down, I looked at Jacob and said, "You fucker!!! Why'd you have to say that while I was drinking that shit? It's true and it's funny as hell, but damn, I thought I was going to choke to death."
"Well, we wouldn't want you choking, dude." Jacob said while laughing, and then a little more seriously he stated, "At least not on Jaeger."
As Mack and I looked at Jacob and then at Steven in somewhat of a shock. Steven finally said, "You know cousins have no secrets, man. When Jacob invited me to go out with y'all, he told me about how y'all like to play too."
"Too?" Mack asked.
"Yeah, Steven and I have messed around a few times, though, not as 'intense' as we have."
"What have y'all done?" I asked.
"Oh, Jacob and I have just sucked each other off. We've never fucked. He's too big for me, and he won't let me fuck him if he can't fuck me."
"Oh really??" I inquired as my ears perked up. "Have you ever fucked or been fucked by a guy?"
"Yeah, me and my friend, Eddie, fucked around quite a bit."
"Eddie's into it too, damn? What do you mean by fucked around?"
"You know, I've fucked him and he's fucked me, but to be honest with you, although he won't admit it, he loves my dick. I've screwed him about 20 times more than he's screwed me and he never complains."
"Cool!" Mack and I said in unison as we looked at each other.
For the next half hour or so, we let the conversation veer toward other subjects and continued to nurse our beers and take a few shots and tokes. Eventually, the topic once again got onto sex, and both Jacob and Steven mentioned that they were extremely horny. Mack and I suggested that we would be more than happy to help them out, and in very short order, all four of us went into Carl's room and piled on his bed. Steven was definitely not lying. His dick was just as long as Jacob's 10", but it wasn't quite a think. His chest was also smooth unlike Jacob's lightly haired pecs, but he had much more hair than Jacob in his pits, on his legs and ass, and around his cock.
We didn't kiss and make out like we normally did because Jacob whispered to me that "Steven wasn't into all that", but what we did do was really hot. We started out with me sucking Steven and Mack sucking Jacob. Then Jacob and Steven took their turns sucking us, and we eventually settled into a daisy chain with me sucking Steven, Steven sucking Mack, Mack sucking Jacob, and Jacob sucking me. I don't remember exactly how long we lasted, but I do know that the sights, sounds, and scents got me so excited that I was the first one to pop, and Jacob took every drop that I had to offer. I guess my orgasm must have caused me to do a number of Steven's dick, and he was the next to go. His load wasn't quite a big as Jacob's, but it was thick and creamy and tasted wonderful, and I had to swallow twice to get it all. Mack started cumming while Steven was in the middle of his orgasm, and before he was finished Jacob unloaded down his throat. I could tell that Mack was surprised and having a little problem with Jacob's firehose blast because I did hear him gurgling and gulping to accommodate the deluge that he was receiving (He later admitted to me that he loved every second of it and that I would have to start sharing with him whenever Jacob would visit us in Baton Rouge).
None of us ever got soft, and after we had all calmed down, we were ready for another round. I told Steven that I wanted him to fuck me first. He had me lay on my back, and he asked Jacob to get the Vaseline, which was in Carl's nightstand (Shock! Shock!). Within a few minutes, he was skewering my hole with three fingers, and he gave the lube to Jacob to prepare Mack for his rod. Steven then placed my legs on his shoulders and immediately speared his dick into me, which knocked the wind right out of me because I wasn't expecting him to drive his 10" pole into me as quickly as he did. Steven must have been accustomed to frantic fucking because he pulled back as soon as he hit bottom and started fucking me in earnest. After the initial shock, I could feel that he was hitting my prostate on each downstroke, and I was quickly in seventh heaven as he rode me. Our rutting was momentarily interrupted when we heard Mack squeal as Jacob also entered him in the missionary position. For the next 15 minutes or so, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of moans, groans, and skin slapping against skin as Steven and Jacob totally fucked us. However, all good things must come to an end, and Steven was the first to cum as he sent volley after volley of his hot load into my chute. Jacob joined him shortly thereafter when he unloaded in Mack. Once they had calmed down, we traded places, and I fucked Steven's hot, tight ass and Mack bred Jacob.
By this time, we were all hot and drenched in sweat, and Jacob asked me if I would mind getting each of us another beer and the weed before we went onto the second round. Of course, I didn't mind, so I pulled on my shorts and went to the kitchen.
As I was getting the beers out of the refrigerator, I heard a door open and thought that either one of the guys or Darla had to go to the bathroom. However, it wasn't them. When I heard the footsteps come into the kitchen, I looked up and was shocked as hell to see Carl's brother, Joey. Joey was older than us, and he graduated with Kenny and was one of his best friends. Carl and he looked nothing alike, and if you didn't know better, you could never tell that they were brothers. Joey was much better looking than Carl, but Carl had a hotter, more developed body. Joey is 5'10", 150 lbs., dirty blond hair, light blue eyes, and extremely smooth with only minimal hair in the usual places.
"Fuck man, you scared the shit out of me!" I said.
"Hey Paul, what's up man? Haven't seen you around lately."
"Oh, nothing much. A friend and I just came down from school for Kenny's wedding this weekend."
"That's cool! Where's everyone?"
"Carl picked up Darla at the Blue Moon. They're in your parent's room. Mack, Steven, and Jacob are in Carl's room. I was just getting us a beer and some weed. What's up with you?"
"Fucking bitch!!!!!"
At that point, I knew that Lynn, his wife, and he must have gotten into another fight. They had been together since junior high school and were married almost immediately after graduation. Lynn had just given birth to their first child about six months previously, and you could say that their marriage was the ultimate fire and ice relationship. One minute, you would never see two people more in love, and the next, you would think that they were going to kill each other.
"What happened?"
"She doesn't want to go to the wedding tomorrow because she's too tired. She says that I never help around the house or with the baby even though I have to spend over 80 hours a week around a bunch of fucking assholes to support her fat ass."
"Man, that fucking sucks!
"Tell me about it!!! What are you and Jacob up to?"
"Oh nothing much, just handing out."
"Why are ya'll in Carl's room?"
"Just having a little fun."
"Oh really??" Carl asked lasciviously as he crinkled he eyebrows ala Groucho Marx.
"Yeah, is that a problem?"
"Fuck no, who do you think taught Carl and Jacob how to have 'fun'?"
"No shit, I figured that out a long time ago."
Joey really laughed at that comment and then he asked, "Why don't you and I go toke a few hits on the back porch, and you can tell me how you figured that out?"
"O.K., but I promised the guys that I'd bring them some beers and the weed. Let me go do that, and I meet you outside."
"Cool!!!"
"Shit!!! There's only one bag of weed. We'll have to role a joint of something before I bring it to them."
"Don't worry about it." Carl said as he pulled his cigarettes out of his shorts and showed me that he already had about six joints in the pack.
I then gave Joey two beers to take with him, and I took three beers and the bag of weed to Carl's bedroom.
"Man what took you so long?" Jacob asked.
"You'll never guess who just showed up." I said.
"Who?" All three of them asked in unison.
"Fucking Joey. He wants me to go party with him on the back patio."
"What's he doing here?" Steven asked.
"Who the fuck is Joey?" Mack asked simultaneously.
"Joey is Carl's brother, Mack. He came here because he and his old lady had a fight."
At this point, Jacob and I conversed.
"Does he know we're in here?" Jacob questioned.
"Yeah!" I answered.
"Then he knows what we're doing?"
"Yeah, I think he got the gist of it."
"He's not just wanting to party with you, man. He wants to get some."
"That's cool."
"Well watch out, bro. He can be a little rough."
"I think I can handle myself. You and Steven take care of Mack for a little while, and I'll come join y'all when I'm through."
"If you can still walk!" Jacob responded, which made the all three of them laugh.
When I got to the back patio, Joey had already sparked one of the joints, and when he saw me, he motioned from me to take a seat next to him on a large wicker couch that looked like it was part of Blanche Devereaux's living room set. Nevertheless, I was encouraged because he chose the couch and not one of the numerous available chairs.
Carl and Joey's parents were pretty well off, and although they lived extremely close to my house, about a minute and a half drive, they were able to afford one of the pricier lots along the river, i.e. that's the Mississippi River, not some backwater creek or ditch to which many others refer as "rivers". Their back porch was more specifically a second story deck that was completely private and had a great view.
Joey gave me the joint, and after we each took a few hits, he asked, "So, how'd you know that I messed around with Carl and Jacob?"
"It wasn't that hard man. Both of them mentioned fooling around with someone older when they were young in passing and then I remembered the incident with you and Bill in P.E."
"Bill?"
"Fucker, don't tell me you don't remember?!"
"Oh, you saw that?"
"Yeah, remember? I was sitting right in front on you two in the bleachers when y'all got in that argument and you told him that you would teach him a lesson. He then got mad and left, and you sat there bitching to Kyle and Kenny about how pissed off you were and how you were going to fuck him."
"I remember that, but I don't remember you."
"Yeah, I was sitting two rows down from you, and you told me that you were going to get some ass. As a matter of fact, your dick got hard and you grabbed it through your jeans and showed it to me."
"That was you? I almost forgot about that. You hadn't lost your weight yet?"
"No, I was still a butterball."
"You saw what happened between me and Bill in the locker room?"
"Uh huh! Y'all had pulled Bill's shorts to his ankles and thrown him on his back on the floor between the benches. Kenny then held one leg and Kyle held the other while you unzipped your pants and just stuck it in him. You fucked him for a little while, but he was yelling like crazy so you pulled out and let him up."
"No, I didn't pull out to stop him from yelling."
"You came, that quick?"
"Fuck yeah, I overflowed that hole with my cream. I had been playing with it almost the whole hour, and I had to finish quick before the coach caught us."
"Damn, Bill never tried to get you back?"
"Nah! We actually became buddies after that. You know, sometimes you just have to let people know that you won't put up with their shit."
"Yeah. So, do you think that you and Lynn will be able to work things out?"
"I think so, but that bitch better get off my back and start giving it up, or I'll have to just let the whole damn thing go."
"She's not giving you any??"
"Hell no!! I can count on one hand the number of times that we've done it since the baby was born."
"They say that it takes women awhile to recover from having a baby."
"Recover, my ass!!! She just doesn't want to do it anymore. Do you know how long it's been since she gave me some?"
"No, how long?"
"Almost six fucking weeks, and with her whining all of the time and my working, do you know how long it's been since I last got off?"
"No??"
"Over two weeks!!! My nuts feel like their going to explode at any minute!!"
"Well, I'm sure that you figured this out already, but I'll be more than happy to help you those nuts."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Then get down here and suck my dick!"
I quickly stood up and kneeled between Joey's outstretched legs. He had already started unbuttoning his shorts, so I reached for the zipper, and in no time, we had thrown all of his clothes somewhere on the porch. Joey's cock looked alot like Carl's except that it was a little longer, about 8" to Carl's 7", and it was about a half inch thicker. However, what was really different was that Joey's balls were huge. They were almost the size of large eggs, and from the feel of them, they were full!! Also, while Carl had more body hair, Joey's bush was quite a bit thicker.
After sucking those huge nuts, licking up and down the shaft, and teasing the corona with the tip of my tongue, I impaled my throat on his cock on the first gulp. This set Joey off, and he quickly grabbed the sides of my head and began to fiercely facefuck me. We must have kept this up for a good five minutes or so before he pushed me away from his cock.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing, man. I was just getting too close. I don't want to cum this way."
"How do you want to cum?"
"Let me fuck you?!"
"O.K. How do you want to do it?"
"Kneel over the couch. I want it doggy."
I stood up, dropped my shorts, kneeled on the sofa, leaned over the back of it, and pushed my ass up.
"Like this?"
"Yeah! Do you need any lube?"
"No. I think Steven left enough there for you."
"Fuck yeah!! Here goes."
Joey then shoved all 8" into me in one quick thrust, and he started fucking like crazy. However, after only about two minutes, he let out a loud groan, his entire body stiffened, and I felt him empty his built-up load into me. What was a first for me though was that after he caught his breath he resumed his pumping and his dick never got soft. Within a couple of minutes, he was fucking me again like he hadn't even cum, and boy, was he a madman. He kept telling me how good my ass felt, and he was calling me his bitch and his pussyboy. Prior to this, I never thought that this was particularly erotic, but I guess under these circumstances, I was turned on to no end. By the time that he finally got his second nut, after tearing up my ass for nearly 15 ball-busting minutes, I had one of the hardest orgasms that I ever had in my life.
Once we calmed down, we slumped back down on the couch, and Joey lit another joint.
"Damn, that was hot!" He told me as he gave me the joint to toke.
"Yeah, it was! I don't think that I've ever cum so hard in my life."
"Fuck, it's been a while since I came that hard myself."
"I can't believe you came twice. You must have been really hard-up."
"It's just felt too good to stop, man."
"Well, anytime you want a repeat, just let me know."
"Let's finish this joint, and I think I'll be ready for a repeat. Cool??"
"Cool!"
That's exactly what we did. By the time that the joint was extinguished, both of us were once again rock hard. We stood up, Joey pulled the sofa cushion on the ground, and he had me lay on my back. For the next half hour, he literally pounded me in the missionary position. About halfway through, we were both sweating like crazy, and I came twice more. When I felt him tensing up, I told Joey that I wanted him to pull out and cum in my mouth. So, at the very last minute, he quickly withdrew himself from me, crawled over me, and aimed his dick at my mouth as he vigorously pumped it. All that I can say is that the boy definitely needed some relief because he was till shooting live rounds on his third load. His cum was nice and sweet, and he still had enough left in him for two mouthfuls.
After we had calmed down, Joey said that he was going to take a shower and go to bed. I told him good night and said that I would see him at the wedding. I then went to Carl's room, and Jacob, Steven, and Mack looked as exhausted as I. I asked Mack if he was ready to go home, and he said that he was. As we were dressing, Jacob asked me about Joey. I told him that he didn't lie to me. Joey was definitely one rough fuck, but I was able to wear him out, which certainly seemed to impress Jacob. When then said our goodbyes as Mack and I got in my car and Jacob and Steven got in his.
On the way home, I asked Mack how it went with Jacob and Steven. He said that they each came twice more as he got to fuck each of them in between their taking turns with his mouth and ass. He asked me about Joey, and I told him about our encounter.
When we got home, we saw that Mom had made a pallet on the floor in my room for Mack, but we didn't use it as Mack slept in the bed with me. It didn't take long for either one of us to drift off to sleep that night, but I do remember that as I was falling asleep I was thinking of how much I was looking forward to the wedding the next day.
TO BE CONTINUED
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