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The train ride home was quiet and uneventful. I was exhausted and fell sound asleep. The train arrived at our stop and we headed to my house. As we approached the house I saw Lukas' car in the drive. A big grim spread across my face thinking about Sam in some sleazy outfit from Jordy's closet. The boys were not in the living room or kitchen. I called out, "Hey, where are you guys?" The two of them came walking down the hallways like runway models. Sam and I fell out laughing.
Hank had on a hot pink, padded thong, which was very tight, Jordy's body being smaller than my little wrestler. Lukas had on a similar thong, only it was bright blue with sequins, it fit him better, he is not as thick in the hips and thighs as Hank is. "Go to the bedroom, your outfits are on the bed, yours is the leather, Mike."
I pulled Hank aside, "What is all this?" "I wanted you to get a sleazy outfit for Sam to wear, not all of us." "Lighten up, Mike." Hank replied. "We all need to have some fun and what better way than to dress up in these fabulous, flaming outfits." "Besides that, this fantasy will be the bomb and the sex will be incredible, wait and see, Lukas and I have it all planned out."
Sam and I headed to the bedroom shaking our heads and laughing. On the bed were the outfits selected for us. Mine was a leather collar with leash, a slingshot jock and a black butt plug. Sam's was sheer harem pants and vest, velvet trimmed, strings of colorful beads and a purple butt plug. "WTF! I am not wearing this." Sam said, holding up the sheer pants.
"Hey, I am sure we won't have these things on long, I think we are going to get fucked." We started undressing and putting the costumes on. "If anyone takes a photo of me in this ridiculous outfit, there is going to be a murder here tonight." Sam laughed.
I opened the bedside table drawer, took out some lube, lubed the purple butt plug, and told Sam to bend over. I lubed his ass well, and slowly inserted it. "Shit! That feels so good, Mike." I told him to lube the other one and my ass, then insert it in me. "This is another first for me, never had anything up my ass other than Hank's fingers and dick."
Walking was a challenge. The butt plug was massaging inside my chute . I was sure I was going to drop a load any minute now. Sam did not seem to be having the same problem walking as me. All set and boned up, Sam grabbed my leash, "Come on, Rover, Showtime!" We walked to the living room. Cellphones were flashing.
Sam yelled, "Give me those fucking phones!" The boys were almost rolling on the floor. Lukas came up to me, dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock. Hank was munching on Sam through the sheer material, his cock straining to be set free. He pushed Hank away then pulled the harem pants down. Hank resumed his sucking.
I told Lukas I was about to shoot, but he kept massaging my shaft and sucking eagerly. I fired off at least 6 blasts down his throat. After that intense orgasm, Lukas asked, "Do you have the butt plug in, slave?" "Yes, master, I answered." He told me to turn around so he could see. He pulled it out, sniffed it, told me I was not clean, to go shower and douche myself. Meanwhile, Hank pulled the purple one out of Sam and repeated what Lukas had said.
Sam and I were amused at this role playing, and went to the shower to cleanse our assholes. It was incredibly erotic, I was at full mast once again. Sam pushed his ass up to my cock and instinctively, I pushed it in. For someone who regularly gets fucked, Sam's ass was tight, massaging my dick to orgasm. Before I knew it, he had his big cock up my ass, feeling so good, so different from Hank's. I was moaning for him to fuck me hard.
We were so into this wild fucking, we failed to notice Lukas and Hank sitting on the toilet watching and shooting a video on the cellphone. Sam and I became aware of the audience, got out of the shower and I took the cellphone to erase the video. It was then I noticed Lukas has his cock completely engulfed in Hank's ass. Hank was humping up and down rapidly. He spun around to face Lukas and began kissing and fucking him madly.
Sam and I watched and soon we were rock hard again. I took Sam to the bed, lay him on his back, raised his legs over my shoulders and began slowly entering his hole. Once I was in balls deep, I leaned over to kiss him, he looked into my eyes and whispered, "I love you, Mike, I always have, always will."
That completely threw me for a loop. I pulled out, rushed to the bathroom to wash my face with cold water, hoping to get back to reality and pretend that never happened. Hank was now fucking Lukas and expressing his love for him. I was shattered, this is not happening, it can't be!
I shouted, "No, nooooo!" I felt someone shaking my shoulders and saying, "Mike, Mike, wake up, wake up, you are having a bad dream." I opened my eyes, we were still on the train, which was pulling into our station. I was drenched in perspiration. "What were you dreaming, Mike?" Sam asked. I said nothing, got up, gathered my things and got off the train, Sam in hot pursuit.
"Stop right there, mister!" Sam shouted. I stopped, collapsed to the sidewalk and began sobbing. People were starring at us, but I did not care. A couple of people asked if I was alright. Sam explained I had a death in the family, which they seemed to accept, expressed their condolences and left us alone. I just sat there crying and looking off in space. Sam had his arms around me, not saying anything.
After an indeterminate amount of time, I gained composure, got up and started the walk home. Sam asked me if I was going to tell him what had happened to upset me so badly. I said I would tell him later, but I needed to get home to Hank. I was walking at a fast pace, almost out of breath when we approached my house. No car in the driveway. A wave of relief flashed through me.
Entering the house, I headed straight to the kitchen, took out a glass and filled it with scotch, no ice, no water. I slugged the first one down, then poured another. Sam grabbed my hand, "Stop it! Tell me what is wrong, what did you dream that has you this upset." I could barely get it out, but I told him the details of my dream. "It was so fucking real, Sam." "I swear if those boys come in with those exact outfits, I am going to lose it."
Sam was silent, then said, "I do love you, Mike, but as a friend, nothing more." "We may even have sex occasionally, but that is it, I love Lukas and you love Hank." About that time the front door opened and the boys walked in. Lukas handed a bag to Sam, "I went to the mall and bought you some clothes for the weekend." I asked what happened to the flashy outfits I had requested from Jordy's closet. Hank explained there was nothing that would fit Sam, so they went to the mall.
Lukas was giggling like a school girl, "I have to admit I would have loved seeing you in a sheer teddy and crotchless panties, but they were way too small." I breathed a sigh of relief, just as Hank came over to give me a kiss. "Whew! Someone has a head start on the party!" "Anything I should know?" I said I would tell him later, but right now I was hungry and we needed to get something to eat. "I want Italian, is that ok with everyone?" I asked.
Sam and I went to the bedrooms to change in to comfortable clothing. After changing, I suggested we take my car, but Hank was to drive since I was feeling the effects of the scotch on my empty stomach. We drove to our favorite Italian eatery, a hole in the wall, which had the best, 'made from scratch' food. I was really feeling the scotch now. I just prayed the food would neutralize the effects and that I would not get sick.
During the meal, we talked about pleasant things, no mention of Jordy or Roberta. However, I did ask how the cleanup was going. "It's almost done, should be ready for business early next week." Lukas replied. After eating a hearty meal, including dessert, we drove home. My stomach was growling in protest of the amount of food I had eaten. I rushed to the bathroom. It was like Niagara Falls, top and bottom, with a stream of piss flowing into my crotch. I was a mess.
Hank came to me, helped me undress and into the shower. He then gathered up all my soiled clothing, rinsed the shit out of my boxer briefs and took them to the laundry room. I was totally embarrassed, feeling the heat of shame, even as the refreshing water flowed over my body. Soon, the shower door opened, Hank stepped in and began washing my body.
"Feeling better, Mike?" he asked. I answered that I actually felt good. "I am sorry for that, Hank." "You know, that is not like me to get drunk and well, you know the rest?thanks for loving me and taking care of me." "OMG, is this what I have to look forward to in old age, pissing and shitting on myself." Hank laughed, "I don't think we have to worry about that any time soon, Mike, but when you get to that age, I will be there to take care of you, I promise."
I wanted to cry, I loved this boy so much. I turned off the water, got out, dried myself, then brushed my teeth and gargled. I pulled Hank into the bedroom, lay on the bed and waited for him to make love to me. Hank said, "Mike, we do have guest, maybe we should get dressed and?" Just at that moment, we heard Lukas screaming, "Fuck me harder, baby, shove it in as deep as you can?fuck me, Sam." We both started laughing?Lukas is so loud when he is getting fucked.
Listening to their love making only made me hornier. In jest, I said loudly to Hank, "Fuck me now, Hank, shove that dick up my ass, make me scream like Lukas!" We both fell into fits of laughter, knowing the other two had heard me. "Fuck you, Mike!" we heard Lukas shout back. "Hank is just about to do just that, Lukas." I yelled back. I whispered, "Come on babe, I need you inside me."
We made passionate love for what seemed like hours, but in reality, was less than that. As we lay in each others arms, feeling the after glow of great sex, Hank asked me to tell him what had me so upset. I stammered, not knowing how to relate the dream or explain why I would have such thoughts running around in my mind. I took several deep breaths and let it all flow out.
Hank had an amused look on his face, but did not laugh. He told me that would never happen, he loved me and only me. "Do you believe me, Mike?" I told him I knew he did, but I supposed it was my own insecurities that made me dream such things. "Do you want Sam to fuck you?" he asked. "No, I do not, at least in my conscious being." " Maybe deep inside I wonder how that monster would feel up my ass, but no, you completely satisfy me, and what we do is make love, not fuck."
"Can I be honest, Mike?" I shook my head, yes, and held my breath briefly. "I have the same, but slightly different insecurities." "Will I some day wake up from this dream and find myself back on the streets?" "That scares the crap out of me." "Do I have visions of being fucked by Sam or Lukas, of course, I do, who wouldn't, they are bot hot as hell." "But, I would never act on those dreams for fear of losing you?that would kill me."
We were holding each other tightly and shedding a few tears. "Never, Hank, never will I give you up, even if you wanted to and did have relations with Sam or Lukas, never, never." "I know you get tired of hearing me say this, but you make me so happy, so complete, I love you so much it hurts." Hank said that was exactly how he felt. We lay there a few minutes more, when all of a sudden I realized how hungry I was. I said, "Enough of this love fest, I need to eat!"
We went to the kitchen, not bothering to put on any clothes. Hank started pulling food out of the refrigerator and preparing a light meal for me. I was starving. He straddled my lap and began feeding me tidbits of snack foods, fruit, cheese, crackers, etc. In between bites, I got lots of kisses. It was the most romantic thing I have ever experienced in my life.
We were almost finished when Sam and Lukas came strolling out, naked, like us. "Feeling better, I see." said Sam. "Yep, better, and now no longer hungry, thanks to my wonderful man, I am full, top to bottom." We all laughed. Lukas smirked, "You are just as loud as I am, Mike." "Maybe." I said. "Just imagine the decibel level if I fucked you or you fucked me, the neighbors would call 911 to report a murder in progress." Lukas roared at that, "Wanna try it?'" "Maybe tomorrow, right now I need sleep."
We said our good nights and went to bed. I loved snuggling with Hank, kissing his neck and shoulder, feeling so loved. Soon we were fast asleep.
Another installment done, a little different. More to come involving the resolution of the Roberta/Jordy situation. Have many ideas, just have not settled on one yet. I welcome any comments or suggestions. Meanwhile, if you enjoy these stories on Nifty, PLEASE DONATE.