Jack introduces the story.
That evening, the purple shadows were gathering, casting the apartment into a slight gloom. Even though the bedside lamp was on, the bulb was low wattage, as I stood, leaning against the veranda doorway, a bath towel loosely tied round my waist, though, looking down, it was hardly able to disguise the swell of my cock that had been so well used that day. I watched my cigarette smoke curl lazily up and out into the night sky, as I listened to the cicadas, and the sounds of the two guys making out in the bedroom behind me.
It was my 35th birthday, and I'd been celebrating in the gay bar, where I'd worked ever since I'd been slung out of the Navy for 'depravity likely to corrupt my fellow officers' which, roughly translated, meant that I'd been caught below decks with two of those fellow officers; fucking one, and taking it in the mouth from the other, and so I entered civilian life.
An old pal, Scott - one of the two guys rutting on the bed behind me in the room - was a partner in a local nightclub, and he'd fixed me up with a job behind the bar, where I got into the habit of picking up more than just tips.
Scott was 25, a good-looking blond guy - into weights and workouts in a big way, and with a cock, to die for - permanently hard and pumping, and he'd insisted that I stay with him until I got settled so, naturally, I never got settled, and he and I soon became lovers.
As a birthday treat, we'd both been given the evening off from the night-club, but we'd gone along anyway as members of the audience, to see one those muscle-boy dance troupes, and had picked up one of them - Adam, who had just turned 19 - and after several drinks with him at the bar, then later, in the dressing room after the rest of the act had packed up and gone, Scott a had managed to persuade him to come home with two total, but horny, strangers.
I wasn't actually there when he persuaded the boy - he'd asked me to wait outside while he made arrangements. This I did, kicking my heels outside in the corridor for twenty minutes or so while I left them alone in the dressing room. Eventually the door opened, and they both emerged. Adam's face was flushed, and his eyes bright and excited, so I could only guess that Scott had used is sexual athleticism to sway the boy in my favor.
The cab ride home had been fairly uneventful; Scott had occupied the driver by sucking him off as he drove, while I undressed Adam in the back of the cab, running my hands over his small, hard, muscular body, and stroking his long, slim dick, before sucking him off. He'd seemed to be so excited by the prospects of the night ahead that he'd cum almost immediately, but he then made up for it by licking it all from my face, and kissing me, hard, with his mouth still full of my cum.
I was horny as all hell by the time we reached our apartment, and as Scott paid off the driver - giving him his phone number and a kiss - he looked over into the back, and saw me with the naked Adam entwined on the rear seat.
"Fuck it, Jack - you might have waited!" he yelled me, laughing.
I had no plans to get Adam dressed again.
"Let's just take a run at it." I suggested.
So we did.
We kept Adam tightly between us, and dashed for the steps, which luckily weren't too well lit, and we tumbled in through the front door. Adam was giggling and writhing between us as we negotiated the stairs, but we finally reached our floor without anyone seeing us, and managed to negotiate the front door key in the lock.
Hardly had we got inside the door when Adam pressed me hard against the wall, kissing me wildly and running his hands feverishly over my body. He slipped one hand down and unzipped my slacks then gasped as his fingers found my engorged cock. It was a fully distended 10 inches, and his eyes were wide as he pulled his face from mine and stared at me. We staggered about the room as if in some surreal ballet, while I attempted to take off the rest of my clothes, our lips almost glued to each other.
Scott had stripped off, and opened the drinks cupboard. He poured three large brandies, took one over to the bed, stroking his cock as he watched us.
Adam was gasping as I forced him backwards onto the bed, sliding up his body, leaving a snail-trail of my cum on the boy's skin, until we were cock to cock, our erections lying side by side between us, our lips grinding against each other.
I rolled over and back and swung one arm out to the open drawer in the bedside cupboard, and pulled out a tube of jelly, which I managed to open with only one hand, then I brought my hand back to squeeze a large blob onto my cock. Adam felt this, and stole some to smear round his ring, as I greased up my shaft.
Then I rolled back, and as I kneeled up between Adam's thighs, he obliged by raising his legs back, knees level with his ears, as I lifted his ass, and inserted two fingers.
There'll be no problems there, I thought - this guys seen some action, so I squeezed some more grease onto my fingers and inserted four fingers, making him writhe and squirm on the bedspread. "Feels like you've had some cock in your time, baby" I murmured, as I twisted and turned my hand inside him. "Sure," Adam gasped as I probed, then smiled, flirting with me, and licking his lips, "I'm an exotic dancer. I like men fucking me. Y'know?" "How many men have you had at one time?" I asked. Adam thought for a moment. "Seven," he laughed, "It was a big bed." He closed his eyes for s second as I pushed in, just past the knuckle of my fist. "We were on tour, and we went to a party, and you know how it is - I had a little too much to drink..." he paused, as if trying to remember, then gave a little gasp as I pushed in further. "They were very gentle - I think - and they all wanted to have me, and then they came over me!" He laughed again. "You know? The cumshot! It was all over me. I was bathed in cum!"
I pulled out my hand, slowly, seeing it glisten as it emerged from him, and pressed the flared head of my thick cock against his sphincter ring. I pushed in, its girth sliding smoothly into him like a knife through butter, though he arched his back in a cat-like way; stretching himself, sinuously, off the bed his hard cock pointing stiffly up towards his belly as my last few inches buried themselves within him, until we were completely body-to-body. I propped myself up with my hands on the bed and looked down at him, smiling up at me, his arms outstretched. Scott stroked the boy's hair as he lay there.
I played with his nipples, grasping them between thumb and forefingers, making him squirm and gasp, while he reached down and grabbed his own cock, and began to masturbate, slowly.
"I'll do that," said Scott, quietly, and took it from him.
"I love this, Jack," he gasped, as I started to ride him, "I love your big hard cock inside me!" "It's all yours, baby." My voice had a slight rasp in it; this was all getting to me, and I loved the feeling of Scott's hand moving between us, as I slowly pumped in and out, his ass ring clamped tightly round my cock, my length flaring within him, buried in his warmth as I fucked him, solidly, my balls pounding against the boy's butt.
"Fill me up, Jack," Adam whispered hoarsely, "fill me with your spunk! Cream me, cream my ass!" "I'm gonna fill you so full of jizz, Adam!" I cried, gritting my teeth as I pulled out slightly, making him gasp loudly at the loss, then hearing him gulp as I plunged, quick and hard, back into him again.
"Make me your fuck-boy, Jack! Make me your whore!" Adam's voice rose in pitch, in the otherwise silent bedroom, as my movements became harder and harder, shifting the boy further and further up the bed as I plundered him.
Scott continued jacking him with one hand, the other stroking his face, while he kissed the boy's forehead. Meanwhile his own cock was swelling and stretching, as Adam reached up to him, trying to kiss Scott's open lips, before finally succeeding, and I watched them, their tongues snaking into each other's mouths, their saliva dribbling and bubbling from the corners of Adam's lips.
"You've got a great butt," I hissed, as I pummelled into him, feeling my spunk boiling deep within me, while Scott's hand was a blur on the boy's cock, jerking him off between us, until Adam finally tore his lips from Scott's, eyes wide open and mouth gaping, his rectal walls gripping my shaft as his ass began to spasm.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!...Jack!!...I'm...I'm..gonna...cummmmmmm...I...!!!!" His voice rose higher. "Sheeeee-itttt....AAAHHHHH!!!!!"
The cry became shrill and I gazed down, as though through a film of sweat, as a solid, seemingly endless, stream of cum shot up from his cock, and splattered his hairless chest.
"I...AAAHHH!!!...That's so...so...good, Jack!! Keep it there...keep...aaahhh...it there!!!" he was still shrieking as I continued to shudder and slam into him, my spunk now on its way, unstoppable, as it snaked in a scalding ribbon, bursting from my piss-slit into his churning guts.
He jerked and bucked up from the bed, against Scott and me, as the heat hit his insides, his perfect white teeth gleaming in the half-light, eyes tightly shut, and his head thrashing from side to side, as again and again, my cum filled him with liquid love.
His feet drummed on the bed sheets as we peaked, his belly a creamy mess between us, as I slowly withdrew and took a handful of tissues, thoughtfully taken from the bedside drawer by Scott, and I wiped my streaked cock as it emerged, bubbling from Adam's hole, followed, almost immediately by a gush of cream, pouring onto the bed.
I stood up shakily, leaving Adam with his legs still drawn up tightly to his shoulders, as his ass streamed, and staggered to the bathroom and into the shower.
I leaned back under the hot water and washed off my throbbing cock, and aching body.
When I back into the bedroom after I'd slowly dried myself and wrapped the towel around me, he and Scott were now lying side by side on the big bed, with their arms wound round each other. They didn't even notice me as I stepped out onto the veranda and lit a cigarette. I stood there, staring out over the small town, watching the fireflies in the garden below, and thinking my own private thoughts.
I turned and looked in again. Adam was now lying spread-eagled on his back, Scott's tongue trailing from the tip of his hard cock, all the way down into the boy's tight curly bush, making him gasp and rise beneath him.
I watched thoughtfully, then turned away again.
What neither of them realised, was that the main reason I'd got Scott to persuade Adam to join us, wasn't just that he was attractive.
It was because Adam reminded me of someone. Someone I'd not seen for a long time...