The Kid at the Bar Part 10 By: botpuppy@aol.com
I was the first to wake up, was content to lie there between my two guys. For the first time that I could remember, I didn't wake up with a hardon. The thrill of Steve's cock in me still lingered, and the memory of my orgasm left me feeling so content that I thought of nothing so much as how lucky I had been to go to that bar.. Steve had turned and was sleeping on his side, giving me a view of his back. I thrilled at the sight, his wide shoulders tapering to the narrow waist, and that graceful upward curve of his buttocks. This is what Michelangelo had in mind when he chiseled David from a chunk of marble, but I was admiring a man in the flesh.
So I just lie there, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, until the realization hit me. These guys had their pick of any guy or girl they wanted. I had no illusions that this would be a lasting relationship, and I didn't care. I would be satisfied now however this turned out. I noticed that it was near 8 o'clock and wondered if the boys needed to be anyplace this morning. I nudged Jack gently hoping that he would wake up.
I didn't know how he would receive this, but I bent over and took his dick in my mouth. He was about halfway to an erection, the way guys wake up in the morning, and I just let him rest in my mouth savoring his smell and taste. What was it that made even their aromas affect me? Just the dried sweat from a night's sleep? Maybe a drop of cum? My own dick began to stir and I felt the sticky remnants of Steve's semen in me. I didn't blame Jack for passing me off to his best friend. It seems bizarre but actually, it was very thoughtful of him. He knew I wanted, no, I needed to be fucked, and he felt that with his injury, he wouldn't be able to perform well enough. He was wrong about that, I would have been content to feel him, finally in me.
I felt Jack stiffen, then stir. Finally, he opened his eyes and flashed me a grin. "Hi kid, umm, that feels good. Sorry about last night, did Steve take good care of you?" "Oh, yeah, Jack, but I'm still waiting till you are ready for me." "Well, how about now, kid, wanna climb on board and take a ride on this rod of mine? Better lube me up, then I'll get you prepped."
I grabbed the tube and squeezed the stuff onto my hand, then massaged it onto Jack's cock, concentrating on the big flanged head which was the thickest part. He was as hard as I had ever felt him and a drop of clear fluid sat on his piss slit. Then Jack had his fingers in me, spreading my hole as he worked the lube in.
"Here, kid, get up here, one foot on either side, facing me. What you need to do is squat down over me with your hole above my dick. Get in position, Ill guide you as you go down." This was much harder to do than lay on my back and let Steve take over. I wondered if Jack thought that I had the kind of control over my body that he did, but with some effort, I managed. His hands cupped my ass cheeks as I lowered myself, hoping to be in position. I noticed that the squatting position opened me up much the same way as when Steve pinned my thighs back against my chest. He moved me forward slightly and then I felt him. His cock head was at my entrance, and then I knew what I had to do.
His hands still held my butt, but he was no longer supporting me, and I just allowed myself to go down on him. The pain of the intrusion was not quite so bad as when Steve had penetrated me, but Jack's cock was so thick that it brought a tear to my eye. This time, I knew the pain wouldn't last long, and with the lube and my own weight, he had broken through my sphincter quickly. His hands still on my ass cheeks, he guided me up and down on the length of his big cock wiggling around inside of me. I knew from last night that he, too, was searching for that magic button that triggered the massive orgasm that Steve had brought me to then.
When his cock had bottomed out in my hole, he paused for a while, then began to rotate my ass on his prick. He had me on the edge already and I longed for release, but I tried hard to resist so that Jack would get all the pleasure he deserved. But soon I felt his dick swell even fatter, and I knew instinctively that he was getting close. When I felt the first hot blast of his cum, my own dick began firing into the air, the first shot landing on his forehead, the last on his belly. He remained hard in me after I felt the last of a big deposit of his cum coat my insides.
Then I heard Steve, "Hey bud, glad you're feeling better. You had me worried last night. Anytime you pass up a beautiful piece of ass like Mark, I know something's wrong." I was still somewhat embarrassed by these occasions, feeling that such an intimate act was not meant to be a performance for an audience. It didn't seem to bother them, but I rolled off of Jack, his cock plopping out of me with a slurping sound.
"You probably forgot, dude, but the doc wants to check you out some more today, maybe take some x- rays. Mark, give me a hand, and we'll get Jack cleaned up, he's beginning to stink the place up." I began to remove the tape so we could get him in the water, being as gentle as I could. With one arm over each of our shoulders, Steve and I got Jack into the hot tub where he could sit down. I turned on the water, then got in the tub with Jack and began to lather him up, being careful to wash my cum off him, then wash his pits. I thought, hey, I like that smell, why am I doing this?
I used a wash cloth, with the thought that this would be more fun barehanded, but I didn't say anything. Then his cock, balls and even what I could of his ass without having him stand. Finally I rinsed him off, wishing this were my permanent job. Steve said, "looks like you can handle this, kid, I'm going to shower myself."
I got Jack back to his room and dressed him. Taking a pair of briefs, slipping them on, and debating whether he looked even sexier that way, with his big cock and balls embraced by the soft blue cotton. "Here, Jack, these gray slacks will be easier to slip into than those tight jeans of yours. Same for this button down, and tee." I had a mischievous thought and got his deodorant. With no warning, I raised his arms and rubbed it into his armpits. "I'll get you for that, you little fucker. As soon as my ankle is better, I'm gonna kick your pretty little ass." But he was grinning and I knew he wasn't angry. "Aw c'mon Jack don't I deserve a fuck or a spanking for that?" A pair of socks, and he was a picture out of a college recruitment poster.
Steve returned, fresh out of the shower, drying his hair again. "Let's go down to the restaurant, I'm starved. But just then the phone rang and Steve answered it. He got a puzzled expression on his face, then responded, "Yeah, I guess you better send him up." "Jack, there's a state cop downstairs to see you", and then to me, "Mark, you'd better leave now, no telling what this is about."
I agreed quickly, not wanting to get in the way of whatever was about to happen, and was in an elevator as the cop was getting off another one. He was a big guy, even compared to Jack and Steve, not much older, and with another of those chiseled bodies. He was quite an impressive specimen, his dark blue uniform showing off a powerful build, and very sexy in his shiny black calf high boots.
By: botpuppy@aol.com