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I hope you enjoy this story, which concerns the sexual awakening and development of Jody through his college years and early career in the Navy. To add realism to the story, much of the story is set in real cities, college campuses, Naval bases, and places of business. No implication that these places are accepting of homosexuality is implied. Should you visit any of them, please maintain normal caution and do not assume you will be accepted.
This story is the backstory of a character who will be included in a book to be published in the Fall, 2018, titled The Deputy Boys Book 1: Gary's Senior Year. Jody's story is entirely separate from this book, although he is a character in that book. Without further ado, enjoy Jody, the Team, and the Navy!
Kenneth Kirk
Jody, the Team, and the Navy
Chapter 4
I only had to wait a couple of days until my suitemates Louis and Micky also became my lovers. Until this point, I'd only been with Len, although I'd long had a sexual curiosity about boys and men. To tell the truth, Len had provided me with plenty of sex on a thrice-daily basis since the school year had started three weeks earlier. But once I learned about the joys of male intercourse (anal sex), I was seriously hooked. He gave me full fucks a couple of times a day along with one throat-reaming BJ most afternoons when we got back to the room after classes and workouts. I was satisfied in ways I'd never imagined before, but after he had blasted my rectum with a load or two of his hot sperm, I usually had a moment of regret that we were finished for the time being. It was this feeling that gave me confidence I would enjoy receiving a second or third fuck from other guys, especially such hotties as Micky and Louis.
Saturday night was a home football game in which the Tar Heels defeated the Tennessee Volunteers by a heart-stopping 29 to 28 score. Len and I attended an after-game party at the Sig Ep's house, where beer flowed like the Mississippi River and the babes were as steamy as a Florida swamp in August. I was a bit disappointed that Len hooked up with a Kappa Kappa coed with flaming red hair and 38-D's. While he was sampling her wares, I had a goofy conversation with a Brainiac in nerd glasses about a wide variety of subjects, including the impact of last year's summer riots on US culture, his justification for eliminating immigration quotas, and the relevance of Nietzsche on higher education. He was so drunk the conversation just rambled around without rhyme or reason. But "dude" allowed me to pretend to be involved in the party while at the same time thinking about my life.
As much as I was drawn to Len, I also recognized strong attractions to other guys, such as Micky, Louis, the curly-haired brothers (Phil and Blake), and several of the anonymous frat boys at the party. I couldn't imagine losing the special relationship Len and I shared so intimately, but I could imagine adding some other guys to my freshman experiences. I'd considered myself queer since I was 13 and had grown accustomed to seeing myself in that light. While I knew most of society looked down on guys like me, I also realized that not everyone felt that way.
Len was a guy I would have thought would have beaten me up if I suggested he let me blow him. But the truth was that he sought me out for exactly that kind of relationship. He'd never said or done anything that suggested he looked down on me or didn't respect me. He always seemed concerned about my well-being, physically, mentally, emotionally, and socially. I couldn't imagine him hurting me or betraying me. He'd explained the history he had with his old roomie Ron and with Micky and Louis. Since they already knew I gave BJ's to Len regularly and probably knew he had butt-fucked me, I figured how they treated me now was a good indicator of how they would treat me if they'd enjoyed sex with me, too.
As "dude" rambled on about the intricacies of living on the surface of the moon, I sipped my beer and pictured Louis and Micky in my mind. Quickly their clothes fell off and their dicks flopped into view. Although I'd spent hours with them only wearing briefs, bikinis, or tiny swimsuits, I had not actually seen their genitals exposed yet. In my mind, I watched as each of them stroked their cocks into impressive erections. Though I knew neither was hung like Len, I still knew they had nice pieces a bit larger than mine. And my piece stiffened as I imagined going down on first one and then the other of my handsome suitemates.
Before I'd tasted either guy's cum in my fantasies, Len came staggering towards the keg for a refill. His fly was half open and his shirt was buttoned incorrectly, but he was alone. I muttered a hasty "good night" to "dude" and intercepted Len at the keg.
"How about we have our next brew at home?" I suggested.
The big, blonde Adonis practically fell into my arms, smiling broadly. "Anything you say," he slurred. It took 25 minutes to drag him back to the dorm, a distance that could be covered in a quarter the time when we were sober. I managed to get him to drink a glass of water and take a couple of aspirin before he flopped fully clothed on his bed. I took his shoes off and stripped off my clothes before I fell onto my bed.
The next morning, our usual sex didn't happen as Len and I slept until almost 1:00. Finally, the triple needs of bladder relief, hunger, and gonads prompted me to awaken. I found Micky in the living room reading a book for his literature class while Louis sat at the kitchen table writing a term paper. Groggily, I wished them a good morning and was informed by Micky that morning had ended an hour ago. Luckily, there was coffee left in the pot, so I made two cups and returned to the bedroom.
In silence, Len and I drank our coffee. When he finished his, Len said, "Come on. Let's shower."
With hardly a word, we soaped each other, but it was clear this was not a prelude to sex. It was more of a buddy thing this time. We finished, dressed, and went into the kitchen for some sustenance.
"Have you guys eaten?" Len asked.
"Nope," Micky replied.
"Not since breakfast four hours ago," said Louis.
"Let's go get a burger," Len suggested.
So, we piled into Louis' '69 Olds 88 and drove the couple of miles to Jake's Burger Barn, which had the juiciest, make that greasiest, burgers in Chapel Hill. We talked about the game and last night's parties, including Len's hook-up with the red-headed Doris. On the way back to the dorm, Len said simply, "Jody and I have decided the time is right to include you in our intimacy."
"Cool," Louis said with a lascivious smile.
"We were wondering how much longer before we could play, too," Micky said.
Len reached across the back seat to pat my knee.
When we got back to Room 404, everyone stripped as usual, except I was the only one who kept his briefs on, but that only lasted until I realized our little group had just gone past that barrier. Of course, I immediately scoped out the dicks I hadn't actually seen before. They weren't hard yet, but I could see they both had good potential. Louis' dick was especially interesting since it was uncut. As I looked at it, it responded by starting to harden, its foreskin pulled slightly back as the cockhead peeked out to see what was going on. Micky's cock was starting to lengthen and stiffen, too.
Louis lifted his cock and waved it from side to side while watching me watch it. In a rather sultry voice, Louis said, "Why don't you come over here and say hi to it?"
I looked at him and he smiled warmly. I stepped across the few feet between us until I was only a foot or so in front of him, looking slightly up into his dark eyes. I noticed once again his great handsomeness and his luscious, meaty lips. I wanted desperately to kiss him, but was not sure that was on our agenda, so I sank to my knees in front of him. When I was eye-to-eye with his cock, it twitched in greeting. I was fascinated as the cockhead moved out from its covering like a turtle extending its head. I put a hand on the dimple at the side of Louis' butt cheek to steady myself. He held his almost-hard cock out toward me and I opened my mouth. I leaned in and let it slide between my lips until the head was completely inside my mouth. Then I closed my mouth around the shaft and slid all the way down to his pubes. Just before I kissed his groin, his cockhead pushed past my uvula to say hello to my throat. He moaned then and I knew his cock and my throat would be good friends. He was fully hard now and I was fully motivated to suck him until he gave me a load of his own personal cum.
"Oh, fuck," he purred as I pulled back and dove back into his pubes. I swallowed on his cock and he moaned again. Soon we were going in a fine, sexy rhythm that made me hard with excitement.
"That's a talented cocksucker, huh, buddy?" Micky said.
"Fuck, yeah!" Louis answered. "Wait'll you get some."
Suddenly Micky was beside Louis, holding out his hard dick toward me. He paused a moment and then struck me on the cheek playfully as if to remind me to share. Although I wanted to take Louis all the way, I figured we had time for that and that it would be smart to not show any favoritism, so I pulled off the pretty uncut cock, turned my head thirty degrees, and sucked the pretty cut cock belonging to Micky into my throat.
"Holy shit!" Micky exclaimed as he felt my throat open to allow him entrance. He seemed slightly longer than Louis, but still somewhere between my 6.9 inches and Len's 8.7. Their dicks were almost as fat as Len's, so I knew I'd enjoy giving my ass to them, too. I bobbed up and down on Micky's hard prick several times as he moaned loudly.
Presently, Louis tapped my cheek with his dick and I switched back. I alternated between my two new playthings for six or eight minutes before Len said, "Come over here, Jody." I held Micky's dick while I looked around at Len. He was standing beside the heavy coffee table, pointing at it. He'd laid the seat cushion from the sofa across the table and covered the cushion with a large bath towel. I could see the bottle of lotion and a couple of hand towels at the ready underneath the table.
I kissed both cocks and then moved away, stepping to Len's side. He helped me lay on the cushion and positioned me with my head falling over one end of the table and my ass just about even with the other end. This position certainly had a lot of possibilities! Quickly, Micky straddled my head and sank his cock back into my mouth where now he could fuck my throat. Len and Louis went to my other end and soon my legs were pushed up and held above me. Then I felt greasy fingers at my hole. For several minutes I deep-throated Micky while Len and Louis finger-fucked my asshole, sending joyous sensations from my hole throughout my body. After a while, Louis stepped around me. Micky withdrew from my mouth and throat and was instantly replaced by Louis. About five minutes later, they swapped again.
With Micky pounding my throat, the fingers pulled out of my asshole. Quickly I felt the round fleshiness of a cockhead at my anal lips. I wasn't sure if it was Len or Louis, given the viewpoint from my head-back position. As the cock pushed into me, I realized it had to be Louis because it was not as fat as I was used to.
"Holy fuck!" Louis said in a gasp as he penetrated me. There was only minimal pain this time, which turned immediately to pleasure as his cock claimed my hole for him. My grateful grunt was muffled by the mouthful of cock I had, but Louis' gasping exclamations were not muffled. "Geez!" he cried. "Oh, God, you feel so good, Jody! I love it! Fuck, little guy, you're awesome!" He was clearly a fucking machine as he pounded my ass like there was no tomorrow. I didn't need to concentrate on relaxing as much with Louis as I did with Len. I enjoyed the greater freedom to work with him to make the intercourse more intense. I squeezed the cock within me each time he paused at the point of deepest penetration. Each time he moaned and each time I whimpered.
I found this incredibly exciting. Not only was I getting to know these beautiful cocks, but I had two cocks inside me at the same time! This was a very sexy first for me. Louis was in firm control of my ass while his roommate fucked my throat for all he was worth. I was overwhelmed by the many stimulations my body and mind were receiving, and I loved every bit of it. My heart was racing, pounding at Mach 2 in my chest. Apparently, my new lovers found the whole scene quite sexy, too, as they both came after only a few minutes with me. First, Micky's cock swelled as he jammed it into my throat, yelling, "Oh, God! Yeah! I'm going to cum!" He started yipping as salvo after salvo of cream fired into my gullet. For a moment I thought he was not going to let me taste his essence, but after a few shots he pulled back and continued shooting tangy spunk onto my tongue. As I struggled to keep the bounty inside my mouth while I gulped a huge breath, Louis didn't hesitate in his fuck-strokes, but continued pounding me for another couple of minutes while I gently bathed Micky's spent prong with my tongue. I was so excited, I reached down to stroke my dripping cock, but my hand was swatted away, probably by the diligent Len. Shortly after that, Louis screamed out, "I'm cumming!" as his cock began filling my asshole with blasts of hot, hot French-Canadian spunk.
Shortly after Louis stopped shooting, he pulled out, against my wishes, of course. In a couple of seconds, I felt hands on my thighs and I was pulled along the tabletop so my head rested flat on the table. I looked between my legs to see Len's beautiful face smiling down on me. His cock was hard as it could be and he knelt slightly to bring it to the entrance of my hole. He drove in, all the way, in one long push. Even after the lovely fuck Louis had given me, Len's greater girth and length stretched my sphincter and rectum even more. I can't say it hurt, but it was slightly uncomfortable for a few seconds. Quickly we settled into a good rhythm that had me reaching for my cock again, only to have my hand swatted away. I needed to cum, too!
Micky and Louis watched Len pound me for a few minutes while playing leisurely with their just-satisfied cocks. At first, Len ignored them but when their penises had reached full staff again, he paused in his assault on my ass and asked, "You boys want to get sucked?"
"Sure," they said.
"Sit down," Len directed and they sat on the one cushion left on the sofa, their thighs touching all the way down. Len pulled out of me and lifted me off the coffee table. He pulled me over to them and gently pushed me down onto their joined knees. From this spot, I could easily turn my head from side to side to reach each of the hard cocks jutting out from their laps. They must have done this before, I thought. Len lifted my ass so I was standing, but leaning far over at the waist. I felt his hands on my hips and then his cockhead kissed my dripping hole. In a flash he was balls deep and I was also sucking cock. Damn, this was even better as I gently jacked one cock while I sucked a second cock and pushed my ass back to take every bit of a third cock at the same time. I was floating at the top of the desire for release, near to losing my mind in need.
Almost twenty minutes passed before Micky bathed my tonsils in his tasty cum. When I moved to Louis' pretty cock, another minute or two was all it took for him to add his load to my stomach. His juices tasted a bit sweeter than either Micky's or Len's and I found the flavor especially appealing. When it was obvious our suitemates were finished draining their balls, Len pulled me up from their knees. Keeping his cock buried in my well-used ass, he maneuvered us to the window beside the sofa. He plastered me against the window, my cock lying hard on the sill while he proceeded to fuck me into oblivion before finally giving me the cumload I so deserved.
By the time Len came, Micky was hard yet again. When Len pulled his cock from my hole, a big gush of cum cocktail flowed out of my ass. A towel was shoved up there for a few seconds, then removed to make room for Micky to plow into me. I whimpered and twitched as he rammed me, desperate to cum. Every time I tried to grab my cock, Len or Louis would take my hand. Since I needed at least one hand to steady myself so I wouldn't crash through the window, I was effectively prevented from beating off. "Please," I begged, "let me cum."
Len leaned into my ear. "Cum for us, Jody. You can cum whenever you want to."
I tried to grab my dick.
"No hands!" Len commanded.
Pre-cum was oozing out of my piss slit so fast I wondered if I was cumming, but without the blasts. Who knew? I was feeling wonderfully satisfied by the studly dicks taking me and completely frantic to cum all at the same time.
When Micky added his load to Louis' and Len's already in my ass, I was in a state of near apoplexy. Micky pulled out and the three of them laid me back onto the coffee table. Louis speared my ass with his sword and began to work me over again. "Cum for me, Jody," he urged. His pretty cock pounded my prostate until I thought I would die. My moaning and groaning had morphed into one huge, endless wail of ecstasy and frustration. Len knelt beside me where he pulled my arm in front of his body, effectively preventing me from reaching my dick. Micky knelt on the other side, holding my other hand in a vice-like grip.
"Oh, baby," Len said. "This is so hot! You've got all our loads in your glorious ass, baby! And still you are getting fucked by this beautiful campus stud. You have the hottest guys on campus fucking you today." His free hand caressed my face while Louis continued to make mincemeat of my innards. Len leaned closer, his face only inches from mine. "You're going to cum for us, aren't you?" He smiled. "I know you are." My breathing was very ragged. I was moaning, groaning, and crying all at once. "That wonderful cock filling you up over and over again, giving you what you want most in life, getting ready to flood your hole with Louis' own cum." I gasped. "Yeah, baby." Indescribably intense sensations collected in my abdomen. I knew it was the prelude to a mind-blowing orgasm. Len began to chant in time with Louis' powerful thrusts and my gasping, groaning breaths. "Yes. Yes! Yes! YES!" I sucked in a huge breath as I felt something new beginning in the deepest part of me. "CUM!" Len bellowed. I crested. I screamed and Len smothered my scream with his mouth. My body turned to liquid, molten lava which surged through my dick and shot out onto my abdomen and Len's back. Repeatedly, my essence destroyed my cock as it exploded onto us. These weren't ordinary cum shots, they were atomic bombs of release. I screamed into Len's throat for most of a minute, I think, as my pent-up need was fulfilled with the biggest blast of my life. My whole body convulsed with each powerful shot and Louis had to hold very tightly to keep from being thrown back into the wall.
When it was over, Louis told me he had cum from the power of my ass-squeezes, but I had been so caught up in my own orgasm, I didn't even notice his!
After that incredible weekend, I felt I had changed in irrevocable ways. I had discovered more basics about who I am and what I want from life. My Sunday afternoon mini-orgy had left me exhausted, but more satiated than ever before. As great as Len was at meeting my sexual needs, the combination of him and Micky and Louis was wonderful! My body seemed made for group sex. My asshole was tender after being plowed almost continuously for over an hour that day, but I was not really sore. I figured I could have gone a bit more if needed. Achieving an orgasm without any stimulation directly to my dick was exciting as well as very powerful.
New patterns of life in Room 404 emerged after that weekend. Len continued to feed me his cock three times most days, generally fucking my ass in the morning and before bed and letting me blow him in the afternoons. Sex with Micky and Louis was more random and unpredictable, but usually included at least one group fuckathon on the weekend, often on Sunday afternoon or evening, but sometimes on Saturday. Once in a while, we would do it twice in a weekend. Micky and Louis would fuck me whenever they were in the mood and I actually liked the unexpectedness of it all. I might get Louis' lovely cock in my ass while making coffee in the morning, Micky's cock in my throat after lunch, and get wakened in the night for a fuck on the sofa by one or the other. By October I was used to getting fucked about 20 times each week from my three hot lovers. I was surprised to discover that the more frequently I got fucked up the ass the easier it was to take dick. And my three handsome lovers were always respectful and careful not to hurt me. Life was wonderful!
Len had made me promise not to beat off, but to allow my body to learn to cum from direct stimulation of my prostate by fingers and cocks. The first few days were very difficult, but I soon learned how to live in a constant state of sexual tension as I would often go a day or sometimes longer without an orgasm. My roomies would shoot off in my throat or ass and ignore my own cock. I seemed to cum about every third or fourth time I got fucked whether it was hours between fucks or just minutes. The orgasms I had this way were always big, long lasting, and intense. For a few minutes after cumming, I would be exhausted, completely spent. But I was always happy to take some more cock if one of the guys was still raring to go.
Not long after my first time with Micky and Louis, Len informed me that he and I were invited to dinner at Phil and Blake's apartment a couple of days later, on Saturday. I'd seen them a couple of times since moving to Chapel Hill and found them sexy as they could be. Knowing I'd be with them on Saturday made the intervening days seem to drag on forever, although sex with my suitemates helped a lot. When Saturday finally arrived, Len reminded me to clean myself thoroughly, which I knew meant to be sure to take an enema with extra rinses. Neither Len nor the other guys had approached me for sex all day and by evening I was hot to trot!
Phil and Blake Keller lived about 10 minutes away from our dorm on the opposite side of the campus in a very well-appointed garage apartment at the home of a couple of UNC professors who went out of town frequently. On this weekend the owners were attending a professional conference in Chicago, so we would have the premises all to ourselves. The premises consisted of the main house, a 2-story Tudor that must have had five or six thousand square feet of space, a 3-car garage with the boys' apartment above it, a medium-sized in-ground swimming pool, and a hot tub that seated six easily. High fences and lots of trees in the back yard assured us of complete privacy around the pool.
The apartment was reached via a staircase on the far side of the driveway where a long porch covered the end of the garages. Inside was a very comfortable open area with living room, dining area, and kitchen in one big room. A short hall led to two bedrooms large enough to hold queen-sized beds, dressers, and desks. Each bedroom had a large closet and bath as well.
Phil Keller was 6'2"with a swimmer's trim body and a handsome face, light brown eyes, and curly light brown hair that he wore long enough to give him ringlets like a young boy. He wore cutoff jeans that revealed hairy, well-formed legs to go with hairy well-formed arms and a hairy well-formed chest as seen through the tight knit shirt with four open buttons below the neck. Phil also had a well-formed lump in his cutoffs that drew my attention immediately. He was 22 years old, a master's student in the Chemistry Department, and a former outfielder. He had a ready smile that showed beautiful teeth and suggested a nice personality.
His brother Blake was two years younger with a slightly more muscular build than Phil. Their coloring was identical and they were equally hairy, to my delight. Blake wore his hair a bit shorter but compensated with a well-trimmed mustache. He was a junior in Chemistry and was the starting catcher on the baseball team last year. He wore a similar pair of cutoffs with a suggestive lump in them, too. Above the cutoffs, Blake wore a pale blue body-hugging tank top that showed his erect nipples to great effect. I hoped we would be on the same team in the spring.
Also invited to dinner was Phil and Blake's younger brother Hal, an 18-year-old who had similar sexy looks. He was a freshman in Geology still living at the family home in nearby Durham. Hal was a bit thinner and not quite as muscular since he was more artistic and less athletic. He had played trombone in the high school band and had won a small part in a play that would open at the university theater in a few weeks. He would be a chorus member in a production of "West Side Story" and was very excited about his dramatic debut. Of course, we promised to come to see him perform. Hal was clad in white tennis shorts and a yellow tee shirt with information about a Righteous Brothers' tour all over it. Luckily, it, too, was tight enough to leave no doubt that the youngest brother had good pecs and a flat tummy.
Before dinner, we were invited to enjoy the pool, so we changed into five pairs of the brothers' swimsuits which turned out to be bikinis in various colors. We took a rather quick dip in the pool as the water was a bit cool at this point in the year. We moved to deck chairs set up to catch the afternoon sun while Phil brought beers for everyone. I fought to keep from getting an erection since I was surrounded by four very sexy young men in tiny suits that bulged provocatively in all the right places. The Keller boys were all quite handsome and sexy and, of course, Len was unparalleled in his exquisite masculinity and desirability. When my dick threatened to burst out of its confining swimsuit, I turned onto my belly on the chair. It was then that I noticed the Kellers taking notice of my butt. I wondered if I would get to enjoy their cocks during the evening or if this would just be conversation, food, and drink.
When the afternoon sunlight began to fade, Blake suggested we return to the apartment. I was pleased that Phil walked with his arm around my waist as we went up the stairs. When we got to the apartment door, his hand patted my butt cheek a couple of times before he removed his arm from around me. That gave me some assurance that the evening's agenda included the action I craved.
We stayed in our swimming trunks as Phil and Blake made supper, which consisted of a garden salad, chicken breasts Phil grilled on the porch, brown rice, and a vegetable medley of yellow squash, zucchini, and carrot strips. They served a delicious white wine with the meal and we conducted a high-energy, wide-ranging conversation as we ate. All three of the brothers were charming, good-natured, and intellectually stimulating. I was seated with Blake to my left side while Phil sat at the end of the table on my right side. Frequently during the meal, Blake touched my knee or thigh as we talked. Phil's knee often fell against mine under the table. He also put his hand on my arm several times. Across the table from me, I could look deeply into the lovely Hal's eyes whenever I chose, which was often.
After the meal, Blake suggested we could have dessert later. Phil escorted Len and me to the sofa while Hal and Blake cleared the table and tidied up the kitchen. Phil got us fresh glasses of wine and brought out a few hand-rolled joints. Lighting one, he took a drag before handing it to Len, who took a deep toke and then held the joint to my mouth. I toked on it and leaned back into the cushions. The three of us were feeling good by the time the others returned from the kitchen. They took a few hits to get caught up and then we were all in a very relaxed mood.
Somehow, we all became naked, the three brothers sitting side by side on the sofa, erections in their hands. Len pulled me down onto my knees in front of them and I took the nearest plump cock into my mouth. In the distance I heard moans as I swallowed the horny hardness. Hands lifted me to a different but similar cock and I took it into my warmth. When I was content drawing it into my throat, I was shifted again to a third similar cock. Before I was done with this cock, I was lifted and carried into one of the bedrooms and laid on my back in the center of the bed.
Naked men surrounded my body, lifting my legs until my feet appeared in my peripheral vision, where they were held. A body moved over me and a cock found my mouth while fingers found my hungry asshole. More shifting and a new cock was dropped into my throat. Fingers greased my hole, forcing my sphincter to relax and opening my deepest part to their every whim. I wanted them all. My prostate was rubbed sensuously as I whimpered, thrashed about, and moaned. My nerve endings became hypersensitized; my cock drooled ample pre-cum. Cocks rotated through my mouth and fingers worked me for a long time. Once, a cock was taken away and a joint placed between my lips. I puffed a couple of times and it was removed to be replaced by another hard slab of manhood.
I was lifted, flipped over and placed face-down on the bed, my gasping mouth falling onto a turgid throbber as fingers found my asshole again. I opened my throat and accepted the cock offered to me, but the fingers were soon withdrawn. A hand on the back of my head kept me firmly impaled on the exciting cock in my mouth. Soon a cockhead kissed my asshole, pressing against me until I granted entry. The hard flesh pole entered my body, bringing with it an instant of sharp pain that made the pleasures to come more amazing by comparison. I moaned in contentment as the big cock slid down my fuck-chute to stake its claim to my ass. After a momentary pause, its owner began to pull back and thrust forward rhythmically and I began to moan constantly.
My possessor gave me a serious fuck for a while before he sped up his thrusts, cried out, and came inside my clutching ass. He pulled out and was replaced with a fresh cock ready to continue the destruction of my anus. During this second fuck, the cock in my mouth exploded in a tasty spray of creamy juices giving me my first taste of cum for the day. Hmm, it was a familiar taste. When I pulled off the wonderful lollypop, I vaguely recognized Len's cock and torso. My ass was having a wonderful time as the second fuck picked up speed and power, driving me insane with need before dousing my guts with another load of Keller jizz. He was immediately replaced by the third cock and I was pounded into the mattress for several minutes before this cock swelled and rammed to the hilt as it contributed a bunch of long spurts to the giant load I was carrying in my hole. When this cock withdrew, a warm towel gently mopped up the jizz seeping out of me. I was pulled higher on the bed until I lay across Len's body. Temporarily, my exhaustion tempered my need to ejaculate. Len wrapped his arms around me and held me tenderly while the others disappeared for a moment. Soon, I was pulled out of Len's embrace and carried into the bathroom where I was put into a hot bathtub. The wet heat soothed my body, taking with it the slight ache in my asshole and making me feel fresh and more energetic.
While I soaked, the others cycled through the shower to freshen up, too. When they had finished, Len and Hal lifted me out of the tub and took me into the shower for a quick rinse. Later, we wrapped towels around our loins and joined Phil and Blake in the living room, where we all enjoyed brownies covered in bourbon sauce and vanilla ice cream. Even after a substantial dinner, everyone seemed to enjoy the dessert very much. Following the dessert, everyone had a beer or glass of wine as we talked.
"I'm very impressed with you, Jody," Phil said, patting my knee through the towel to emphasize his words. "I can't believe you could take us all on so comfortably after only a few weeks of experience."
I wasn't sure whether he was insinuating that I'm a slut or meant it all as a compliment, but I decided to act as though it was meant kindly. So, I smiled and said, "Thanks, Phil."
"He's been doing very well with our suitemates and me, too," Len added.
"Well," Hal gushed, "I am amazed at how tight your ass is!"
"Uhm, thanks, I guess," I responded.
Blake chuckled and added, "Yes, little brother, Jody has a very fine asshole. Talented, too."
"After all that," Phil said, "how are you feeling?"
"I'm good, thanks. To be honest, when we finished my ass was a little sore, but the hot bath seemed to really take out the soreness. I feel great now. Thanks, guys, for being nice to me and for giving me so much great sex tonight."
"Did you get all you want?" Blake asked.
Was he about to suggest we fuck some more? I realized I could enjoy another round if they were up for it. "That's an interesting question," I said with a grin. "Being with four great-looking, masculine, well-hung, and nice guys like you has made this a great evening. Right now I'm very happy and contented; however, I would also be glad to have more time with your cocks."
Phil and Blake laughed. "Well put," Phil stated.
"So, would you like some more fucking?" Len asked me pointedly.
"Yes, I would," I admitted shyly.
"Jody," Blake said, "you've been so great already, I have a special treat I want to give you before we work over your butt hole any more."
I had no idea what he was talking about, but noticed Len's eyebrows rise in surprise.
"Are you sure, Blake?" Len asked.
Blake smiled. "I want to give it a try."
"Okay," Len nodded. Turning toward me, Len said, "Jody, why don't you get on your knees with your face over the back of the couch?"
Still clueless, I did as Len suggested, laying my head on top of my hands which were doubled on the back of the sofa back. Someone pulled my towel from my waist and I felt hands on my buns, gently rubbing them in a sort of caressing massage that felt both relaxing and sensuous. After a few moments, lips brushed my butt cheek. No one had ever kissed me there before. It was tender, loving, and quite erotic. Several more kisses followed and then the loving mouth moved to my other cheek where several additional kisses were given. Involuntarily, I moaned a couple of times from a combination of desire from the sweet, loving nature of the kisses and the anticipation of more probing, stretching action I expected to follow soon. I appreciated the gentleness and tenderness implicit in Blake's kisses, which seemed very unusual and, therefore, quite meaningful. His special treat was indeed very special. His kisses slowly moved around on my buns as his hands massaged my fleshy orbs. Sometimes he pulled my buns apart and I felt a twinge of need for cock. Suddenly, I felt something so intense I screamed out, "Oh! Yes!" I didn't know exactly what was happening, but I felt a feather-light moist, soothing – what? -- brush across my anus. I almost convulsed from the intensity of the sensation. Before I fully recovered from the shock of the unexpected touch, it happened again. But this time the light brush was followed with a heavy touch, a ... oh, my God! ... a lick! I could discern a tongue tracing the outline of my sphincter, igniting a fire in my loins that was more than I'd experienced before. When I understood that Blake's special treat was to kiss and lick my asshole, I was overwhelmed by the erotic aspect of this unimagined act. Damn, this was a wild thing and the feelings it was generating in me had never happened before. They were unprecedented and so intense my conscious mind couldn't quite process them. His lips kissed the edges of my hole and his tongue focused its attention at the opening as it tickled and caressed my pulsating flesh. His incredible tongue circled and rubbed, pushed against me and relaxed, wiggled and jiggled. My cock went from relaxed to hard in sixty seconds but went to super-stiff thirty seconds later. Then it went to swollen and edged toward bursting. My anus felt alive for the first time in my life, like a whole colony of ants was scurrying around, darting in and out, having a party. "Oh!" I moaned, unable to form even a simple word like "damn" or "god" or "yes." My moaning went all the way into whimpering as the unbelievable tongue worked magic on my hole. My hole was so relaxed I almost didn't understand what had happened when the tongue worked into my body, passing through my sphincter, pushing it open from the inside. My synapses were overheating as sensation after sensation went shooting up my body like electrical current free to roam anywhere it wants. Inscrutably, I felt fear, not because I was being hurt, but because my body was reacting so strongly to the sensory input I feared my heart might give out or my brain might fry. I whimpered and gasped and panted, fidgeting like never before. Armed with nothing more sinister than saliva, Blake worked me over until I wanted to beg him to stop, but, incongruously, just as powerfully, I wanted to beg him never to stop. After the initial piercing of my anal defenses, Blake's tongue took on the force of a small ramrod, pushing into me and scouring the inner surface of my sphincter with unbelievable power and strength. When at last he gave my entire being some relief by retracting his tongue and taking his lips back to himself, I lay, collapsed against the sofa back, puffing to draw in sufficient oxygen, tears running down my cheeks, and cock pointing out beneath my body so hard the skin covering my all-time biggest erection actually hurt.
"Holy shit!" somebody said behind me. "Damn, Blake, that's hot!"
"It was fun, too," Blake said. "I love to eat an appreciative ass and there's no question this one likes to be eaten."
"Well, if you're through," another person said, "move it, `cause I have a dick that needs to fuck that drippy ass now."
There were sounds of movement behind me and I felt the more familiar feeling of a cockhead against my hole, pushing forward until its girth broke through and the crown slid through on its way into me. The shaft was greased up and passed into me easily and I was very, very grateful. I moaned loudly again as the rhythmic slap of balls against my ass could be heard. "Oh, fuck me!" I begged. "Please!" For perhaps ten minutes I was expertly pounded by Phil while my dick slobbered copious amounts of pre-cum onto the sofa. Then, my prostate seemed to send me over the edge and with little warning heavy cream began shooting out of my piss slit until the back and seat of the sofa were covered in my juices. Luckily, the sofa was covered in Naugahyde, which could easily be cleaned. Phil held his cock still in my bowels while I came. When my massive orgasm was finally completed, he resumed fucking me, giving me another ten-minute pounding before giving me the first load of this session. Following Phil, Blake plowed me for about twenty minutes before nutting, then Hal pumped me for sixteen or seventeen minutes before giving up his personal jism. When his spent cock was withdrawn, Len's familiar hands lifted me, turned me, and laid me on my back along the sofa seat. He pulled me to the end of the sofa and lifted my legs very high so that my rump came up from the sofa cushions. Pulling me gently forward, he lay my rump onto the arm of the sofa. Then he blessed me with a full insertion of his massive ass-stretcher. Of course, my ass was extremely relaxed at this point in the evening and his greater girth was no challenge for me then. He rewarded me with another twenty minutes of prime butt-fucking before he unloaded in my ass.
Len withdrew and a warm towel was pressed to my hole as four big loads of boycum began to flow out of my ass. I wanted to hold it all within me, tokens of our glorious fuckathon, but, of course, the capacity of my hole had been greatly exceeded so a half-pint of baby-makers needed to slide out.
After I was mopped up, I was put back into the tub for a few minutes' soak before Len, Blake, and I curled up together in the bed. I slept like I was in a coma for the next nine hours.