Kent

By Kent's Friend

Published on May 25, 2000

Gay

Kent 7 - Changing Places

As Kent stood naked in the doorway, he had plenty to watch. At Mike's direction, I was sitting at the head of the bed. The lights were lower, but still bright enough to see every detail. A desk lamp lit up the clear bottle of gel, which Kent came over to inspect.

"Put a big glob of it into your hands," Mike told Kent, "and sit down on the bed." Kent squeezed a dollop out of the bottle and tried it between his fingers.

"More. Twice that. Really, you want it." Mike was grinning again. The bottle gave up more gel. "Now polish my meat with it."

Kent sat before Mike and unloaded the glob of lube onto Mike's condom-sheathed shaft. I had a great view, and let my hands work my own meat a little while the show was going on. Mike guided Kent in making sure every spot on his oversized monster was coated with plenty of gel, and then took the bottle.

With more instructions and adjustment, Kent was made to lie face down on the bed. His face was nearly to my crotch. I could easily place my hands on much of his upper body. Once Mike tossed me a new bottle of massage oil, I went to work on my buddy's back. I worked his neck from the end of his closely cropped hair, then down into those fantastic bat-swinger's shoulders. As I worked a shoulder joint, he brought up the other arm and draped it across my thigh. A deep groan let me know that I'd found a tight muscle, encouraging me to double my efforts there.

Meanwhile, Mike was working Kent's lower back first, then moving down from there. Kent groaned again as his hole got some of the excess lube. The next time I looked up, Mike had his index finger inside Kent. Our boy was holding up like a champ.

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Kent's head. He responded by pulling me by the waist towards him. I was to be his pillow, although a hard one. Mike smiled and nodded to me. I raised my erect prick, and without further prompting Kent took it again into his mouth. He held it, gently moving his lips and tongue along it. This was a slow and measured caress rather than the vigorous sort of blowjob we'd all shared. I placed my hands again on his shoulders, as if holding him down but without needing any force.

Mike was ready. As he wiped his hands on the towel, he asked Kent to raise his ass up by getting partway up onto his knees. Kent moved forward most of a foot as well, resting a cheek on my stomach as my cock pressed against his chest. Mike lined himself up, though Kent might not know that penetration was just moments away. I scrubbed one hand through his hair while keeping the other on his shoulder.

As Mike plowed into him, Kent let out a whimper. "Fuck! No, stop! Owww!"

"Hang in there, buddy. Just relax and let him in like I did for you." I said. "If I can take it, so can you."

Mike was not wasting any effort. He was clasped onto Kent's waist and was leaning into him with much of his weight. Kent's sphincter was unable to fight off a reaming backed by Mike's solid frame. His asshole was forced to open around Mike's girth. Kent was biting his upper lip and squeezing hard around my arms and ribs. I couldn't move.

Seeing Kent shudder after another thrust made me doubt that I wanted to take his place later. Mike was a joy to look at, and I'd suck him anytime he wanted it, but was it possible that Mike was just too big to fuck? He was only a little longer than Kent, but much fatter.

"I... I can't..." pleaded Kent. He dropped his grip on me, only to come barreling into me seconds later. Mike had stolen home plate, burying his meat fully into Kent with one more push.

"Congratulations! I'm all the way into you. My whole dick is up your ass, bottom boy. Now just relax and get used to it for a while. I feel like staying and there isn't much you can do about it." Mike was right. Kent wasn't going anywhere. I resumed dragging my fingers through his hair.

Before long, Kent lifted himself off me and was up on all fours. He was chatting some, and begged for another drink. Reluctantly, I extricated myself with the pile and fetched the whisky.

"We're sharing a glass, and you can fuck the ice," I said as I entered. I helped Mike to a drink first. He took a mouthful and drew a breath across it through pursed lips. All the time he kept bobbing gently against Kent. For his part, Kent seemed to be finally starting to enjoy his first time receiving. He took a good swing and demanded another.

I moved behind Mike, who was now pushing down on Kent's shoulders. I watched from below as Mike pulsed in and out. It seemed incredible that such a big cock could disappear into Kent's ass. Again at the side of the bed, I had a view of total submission. Kent had buried his face into a pile of pillows. His arms, strewn forward, were limp. Mike was riding high on Kent's ass, his oversized cock fully inserted. Most impressively, Mike was pushing down on Kent's shoulders so hard that his arm muscles were tensed. In addition to throwing his hips up and down, Mike arched his back to accentuate the thrusts that Kent was receiving. Kent's complaints had been replaced by gentle moans.

Mike saw me watching. "Hell, he's into this," Mike said with another wide grin. "I've deep drilled dozens of chicks, but I never thought a frat jock like Kent would take it up the ass, and not all the way. It's all over for you now, buddy. Once you've let a man stretch out your asshole, you can't get it back. Your cherry is gone, and any guy who sees you hole will know that you've been a bottom for someone."

"I take it you still have your cherry, Mike?" I asked.

"Yep. Right where it's supposed to be." Mike answered. "Yours is gone. Kent's is gone. That makes mine the only one left around here. You bottom boys have only a memory of when your manhood was still intact. I'm keeping mine."

Mike pulled out of Kent. "Look at that stretched-out thing. Poor bastard. Used to be a real stud. I even sucked him off. Ha! Roll over, Kent."

Kent flipped over. Mike grabbed Kent's ankles and threw them up onto his shoulders. As Mike moved back forwards, Kent's back arched up to expose his tenderized ass. His knees were pushed to his chest as Mike continued to press on.

"I want to see your face as I take you ass, boy." Mike sneered at Kent. "Now invite me in."

Kent, totally exposed and in Mike's eyes stripped of his manhood, did as he was asked. The second penetration was greeted by a sharp exhale and bared teeth. This only encouraged Mike to pull out and reenter Kent several times.

"Go deep. Deep inside me. Fuck..." Kent begged, perhaps to spare himself additional penetrations. He never got to finish the thought as Mike plowed into him. Kent's eyes were wide open and locked onto Mike's.

Mike had worked up quite a sweat. He was inches from Kent's face when he asked "Do you want me to cum inside your ass? Is that what you want, cumrag?"

Kent nodded, but instead Mike pulled out and ripped off the condom. He climbed up to Kent's chest and started to stroke himself furiously. "Too bad. Open your mouth, fuckboy. Prepare to eat cum."

Kent closed his eyes and let his mouth drop open. Mike was asserting himself over Kent in the same way Kent had marked me, and it was going to be incredibly hot. In moments, Mike let out a groan and exploded onto Kent's face. A spoonful of hit jism grazed Kent's forehead and raced off into the pillows. The second shot hit directly on his lips, half the load disappearing into his mouth. From there, Mike spewed more of a stream than a series of shots. I watched Kent lick his lips. When I looked back, Kent's upper chest was home to a tablespoon of thick, white jism.

Mike whipped the last few drops from his penis and leaned back. He looked at me and said, "Clean it up." Instead of tossing me the towel, he wiped his hands and threw it into the corner. I knew what he meant, but I couldn't believe it.

I climbed onto the bed, facing Mike. I wanted to play along with him. "I wouldn't want to waste any cum, not from a top stud like you." I leaned forward and plowed my tongue into the load of cum on Kent's chest. I noisily sucked it up, rolling it around in my mouth for Mike to see.

"Oh, I like you bottom boys. You follow instructions." Mike delighted in having his jism in the mouths of his two buddies. "Now clean up this." He bobbed his softening dick by pulsing the muscles around his ass.

I climbed around Kent and lay down with my cheek on his solid stomach. I took a moment to gaze at the meat in front of me, the meat that had just reamed Kent.

"Very nice." Mike complimented me as I worked for him. He seemed far bigger than Kent once inside my mouth, and it was pure pleasure to service him.

"You two boys staying over?" asked Mike. Kent grunted, showing no signs of moving.

"Would you let me finish this in the morning?" I asked.

"You bet. Now move over." came the reply.

The three of us jockeyed for space. I was in the middle, with Mike nestled up along my backside, Kent along my front. Morning could take its time. This was nice.

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