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Chapter 22: "Boys Will Be Boys"
The January wind grabbed the door from Chris's grasp and banged it open as he struggled to haul his duffle inside; multiple curses greeted him from the crew watching TV in the living room. "Sorry!" he shouted. He slammed the door shut on the snow, then trudged upstairs to drop his stuff off in his room. On the way up he heard a muffled "Makin' dinner babe!" from Aaron in the kitchen, and his stomach rumbled: he'd had to take the bus back, and it'd been a long ride.
He was the last one back from winter break: his mom had slipped on the front walk and broken her leg right after New Year's, and he'd stayed a few more days to help his dad get her settled in and add a little ramp she could get her new scooter up. But now she was feeling well enough for his dad to get back to work, and Kelly was going to check in next weekend. At least he had a couple of days before class to unwind, he thought. And spend with Aaron--it'd been a long three weeks apart, and not being able to tell his parents why he wanted to hurry back had just made it tougher. Not to mention making their phone chats almost impossible to arrange. Kelly and Alex had been cool about his shutting the bedroom door, and even covered for him when they needed to, but three or four furtive jerkoff sessions on the phone wasn't near enough: Chris was seriously ready to get his boyfriend naked and on top of him. When did I turn into such a horn dog? he thought to himself. Was I just super-uptight before, or was it something else? Those drugs maybe? He decided he didn't care; it was what it was, and that stiffy in his pants was going to need some attention, and soon. He shucked his clothes and grabbed a towel for a quick shower in Aaron's bathroom; if he was going to get the blond wrestler's cock up his ass like he wanted, he'd better be ready for it.
He was just running a towel through his thick black hair when he heard Aaron shout from below: "Supper in 10 minutes!" "Okay!" he shouted back, "down in a minute!" He finished drying off and headed to his room to get some clothes. On the way out the door he noticed the half-empty bottle of lube on Aaron's bedside table, and his dick lurched at the sight. Might as well get ready, he thought, and squirted a glob onto one finger. In a practiced move he spread his cheeks slightly with two fingers, then quickly found the smooth pucker with his slick middle finger and slid it in. "Mmm"" he felt a surge of adrenaline and lust pound through him as he greased up his hole. "Oh jeez..." He was already shaking, and that was only one finger. His cock shot up as he wiggled his finger against his prostate, and then he forced himself to stop. He didn't want to waste a load getting off alone; he'd done enough of that the last few weeks. He could hold off a little while longer for the real thing, he reminded himself. But not a lot longer.
By the time he got downstairs he was only half-hard--until he walked into the kitchen and saw Aaron. The wrestler had his back to him, scrubbing some dishes, and Chris took a moment to admire the view. Aaron hadn't been able to make the next higher weight class like he"d hoped, but even at 185 pounds his broad-shouldered frame was a sight. And that ass.... Chris was thirsty for what was in the front of Aaron's jeans, but once he got what he wanted he was looking forward to returning the favor. His cock flexed inside his jeans, already starting to leak.
Aaron had cut his dirty blond hair short again, almost a crew cut, and as he turned at the sound of footsteps Chris could see he'd gone clean-shaven as well. Aaron was usually messing around with some random beard configuration, so the vanilla clean-cut look was actually kind of a change for him, but what mattered to Chris was the sight of that goofy grin lighting up his face--even while looking him up and down the same way Chris had been doing a minute earlier. They shared a look and then both started laughing at the way they'd been checking each other out. "Busted," Aaron said, then moved in to wrap his arms around Chris and give him a long, deep kiss. By the time it ended they were both rock hard. "Hungry"" Aaron breathed.
"Very." Chris rubbed noses in what his mom called an Eskimo kiss.
"Me too. Let"s eat some spaghetti so I can move on to dessert." Aaron waggled his eyebrows, blue eyes gleaming.
"Sounds good to me." Chris cleared his throat and then backed away so they could plate up some spaghetti. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Derrick had noticed the blast of cold air coming in with Chris, but his mind had quickly gotten back to the atmosphere in the living room. John had swung by: it was his day off so he didn't have to be at work that night, and now he was sitting on the couch between Derrick and Gabe. At least they'd finally found a cheap replacement for the piece of shit sofa they'd been stuck with all fall, and now three people could share it without sinking through the sprung cushions; it was even big enough that Dave no longer took up the whole thing by himself. It was still a snug fit for three guys, but Derrick didn't mind the body contact with John at all. In fact, he'd been spending the last half hour not-so-subtly rubbing against the built dark-haired cop, and had been rewarded by an obvious bulge in John's jeans. The last few weeks of training with the new lube and the remote-controlled vibrator had been a great success, and John had learned to embrace Derrick's sexual adventures with enthusiasm. A little questioning had revealed that the big cop had had some thoughts along those lines already, but he never would've agreed to get fucked by a guy in public like he had if Derrick hadn't given him a good push. The grant proposal was practically writing itself, he thought with satisfaction.
And now Dave was back too, and as ready for action as ever. He'd embraced his bondage kink a long time ago, and there wasn't any need for Derrick to offer him extra encouragement. In fact Dave had practically begged to get tied up and fucked when he'd gotten back to campus three days ago, and Derrick had been more than happy to oblige, pumping the hulking bottom's hungry hole until Dave had pleaded to come. After they'd both drained their swollen nuts (the last load going into their stomachs) Derrick had brought Dave up to speed on his activities with John (skipping the biochemistry side of the story of course). Dave had been more than a little interested.
And now Dave was sitting on the other couch, watching Derrick's slow-motion game of footsie with a knowing smile on his face. He could see the look of panic alternating with lust on the clean-shaven cop's face. Derrick had told him it took a little while to get John horned enough to cut loose, but once he did...Dave felt his monster growing down the leg of his jeans, and when Derrick glanced his way he gave the head a not-too-subtle rub with his thumb until he was good and hard. John was pretending to watch the movie as though nothing was going on, but Derrick had no problem looking over while he played with his junk. Dave grinned when Derrick's hand went to his own crotch, mimicking Dave's moves, and felt his breathing speed up in anticipation. He spread his legs and began rubbing his palms up and down his thighs; he could feel his dick beginning to leak each time he slid over the head.
Gabe had been watching the movie but the activity going on around him finally got his attention, and when he took in what Derrick and Dave were doing he forgot completely about the hotties in "Starship Troopers." He gave a one-sided grin of appreciation. "You two fuckers." Then he saw the lump in John's pants, and realized he was the only one in the room without a hardon. At least for a minute or two, until he started considering the possibilities. Things had gotten a little rocky with Chrissy right before break and he could use some relief. The two of them had been lying in bed after some good pre-holiday sex, when the noises from Dave's bedroom had started coming through the walls. It wasn't the first time, but then Chris and Aaron had joined in from their side, and for a few minutes the house had sounded like a porn studio. Chrissy had commented on how he was the only straight guy in the house, and wasn't that weird, and then had asked a few leading questions. The edibles Gabe had indulged in had messed with his head enough to let his guard down, and he'd maybe been a little more honest than he should've been. Not all the details at least, but now she "had a lot to think about," whatever that meant. Not good, for sure.
So now Gabe was wondering how long it was going to be before he got his dick wet again, and here were his buddies, looking like they were ready to play. He hadn't had a nice piece of tight ass (actual ass, not pussy) since Halloween, and suddenly that was sounding like a pretty good option. Hell, he wouldn't mind sucking a little dick either for a change. It'd been even longer since he'd done that, but suddenly he was hungry for a taste of a nice cock, like the time he'd taken Chris's load that one night. That had been pretty fuckin' hot, actually. He groped himself as he stiffened, making sure Derrick and Dave saw what he was doing, and they all shared a look. John was still trying to pretend nothing was happening, but he was breathing heavy himself as he filled out his own jeans, and Gabe felt his mouth water in anticipation. Yeah, he'd be down to party. He leaned forward a bit, ready to get John's attention, when Aaron and Chris blazed in from the kitchen carrying plates of pasta, and the mood was broken--at least for a little while.
"What's up dooooods?" Aaron laid on his best Cali surfer accent as he followed Chris into the living room, one eye on his spaghetti and the other on Chris's fine ass in front of him. He was starving, but the moment he got those carbs in his stomach he planned to be eating some ass. This Christmas break apart had left him with a serious case of blue balls, and jerking off was more a tease than any real relief. But first, food! Barely. Chris plunked down on the last free couch spot next to Dave, and Aaron leaned back agains his legs on the floor, eager to chow down.
"Hey fool, you save me any pasta?" Gabe asked. His voice was casual, but his eyes flicked down for just a second and Aaron wondered if Gabe noticed how he was tenting up his sweats a bit. Probably, he thought. Torqued up as he was, the idea just made him hornier.
"Thernalil lef," he said, mouth full. "Help y'self." He shoveled another mouthful in. Damn was that good! He was gonna have to start cutting weight again real soon, but not just yet. Before he realized it he'd polished off most of his plate, and from the scraping noises behind him it sounded like Chris had too. Stomach mostly satisfied, Aaron noticed that the room was pretty quiet except for the TV. "Whatchou guys watching?" Something with giant bugs...he was pretty sure he'd seen it before, but couldn't quite remember...
Dave and Gabe both snickered. "Derrick," "John," they said simultaneously.
Aaron looked up to see what the joke was, and saw John turning bright red. He was always kind of quiet--not so much shy like Chris, but more...intense. Aaron wondered for a second what would get the cop to blush, and then he saw Derrick's smirk as he groped the cop. John's face was red, but that didn't stop him from spreading his legs enough for Derrick's fingers to slide past his nuts towards his hole.
"Oh," Aaron said. He finally noticed that Gabe was rocking a serious stiffy too, and the sight made him forget the spaghetti. It wasn't pasta he wanted anymore, it was cock. A thick cock. Jesus...how long had it been since he'd had a fatty like that down his throat? Chris's birthday, with Joey.... He turned around to look up and see if Chris had tweaked to what was going on. His boyfriend had gotten over his hangups about sex with dudes, but he could still be kinda clueless sometimes....
Not this time though. He'd set his empty plate on the arm of the couch and was staring at Gabe's crotch hungrily, tongue wetting his lips. When Dave put a big paw on his thigh he didn't even twitch: he just looked Aaron in the eye and spread his legs a little. The two of them shared a nod; it was on. Part of Aaron paused to wonder if he really wanted to see his roommates fucking his boyfriend, but it got shut down by the surge of hormones running through him.
Dave's face lit up when he saw the look that Aaron and Chris shared: he knew what it meant. Sure enough, when his hand slid up Chris's thigh he didn't have to go far before he hit a lump of hot meat. When he squeezed Chris gave a little grunt and spread his legs a little more. His gaze stayed on Aaron's, but he pressed his crotch against Dave's hand. When the big jock slid a finger over the confined shaft and down to the warm balls beneath Chris sucked in his breath, and Dave rumbled in approval. "Looks like your boyfriend is pretty horny there A."
"Uh huh." Aaron set his plate down out of the way as he turned to kneel in front of Chris. He kept his gaze locked on the dark-haired jock, but his hand took Chris's and laid it on Dave's thigh. "You wanna have some fun babe?"
Dave didn't say anything, just laid his hand over Chris's smaller one and squeezed while he flexed his cock. He had some real good memories of Chris begging for that thing a few months ago, and he'd be happy to relive them now. He leaned into Chris's ear while he looked sideways at Aaron, checking. The wrestler had been pretty firm about a hands-off policy since he and Chris had been dating, but maybe that policy wasn't set in stone after all. "You want some of this bud?" He flexed again, and this time Chris squeezed the shaft without any prompting. "You want me to plow that little hole of yours while your boyfriend watches you get off?" There was a sudden gleam in Aaron's eye that said he wouldn't object to Dave's idea at all, and Dave felt his heart start to race at the thought of making it with Chris while Aaron watched. A competitive part of him wanted to show Aaron just how hungry Chris was for his fatty. Or maybe Aaron already knew, and that's why his hand had slid under Chris's ass to rub his hole through his pants.
"Oh Jesus, do me," Chris said in a hoarse whisper, and the clothes started coming off.
John watched all of it while barely containing himself. Derrick had told him that once Dave got back they were going to "have some fun," and he'd been turned on enough just thinking about the three of them together again, doing things to each other.... But then Gabe had gotten interested and John's mind instantly went back to Halloween, when that fat brown cock had split him open and made him beg for more. And now...shit, they were all hard. He'd never seen Aaron or Chris naked, but when their shirts came off he understood why the other guys thought they were hot. "Nice," he muttered, and then Derrick had clamped down on his crotch.
"Time to get your clothes off, slut," he growled, and John felt a shiver go through him. Naked and hard in front of these hot guys, while Derrick used his hole--he leapt off the couch and jumped out of his clothes. Gabe and Derrick were right behind him, kicking off their pants while he stood there in front of them awaiting orders. His nipples were already stiff, and he rolled one between his finger and thumb until his cock started to drip. Derrick and Gabe were eyeing him like a couple of wolves ready to pounce, and he felt a thrill of anticipation. Just looking at Gabe's reddish-brown shaft made his hole ache, and he slid his free hand back over his ass, wondering if Derrick would let him finger himself a little bit before the fun began.
Gabe saw John making a play for his backside and pointed his cock at the tall cop to get him thinking about it. Yeah, it'd been too long since Halloween for sure. He licked his lips in anticipation, then twitched when Derrick's hand wrapped around his head and started stroking lightly. "You want some of that?"
"Hell yeah," Gabe said, "I'm gonna murder that hole." He thrust his hips up into Derrick's hand so John could see the head getting slimy.
"Hear that slut? He's gonna bang your brains out in front of the rest of the guys. You want that?" Derrick sounded almost as horny at the thought as John looked, Gabe thought. They must've played this game more than once.
"Yeah..." John's right hand slid down his chest into his pubes, bypassing his shaft to tug on his balls. "Can't wait for it Gabe." His eyes fluttered a little, and Gabe figured he must've found his pucker back there.
"Run upstairs and get the lube then. The blue stuff, you know where it is. Go!" John sprinted off and Derrick tightened his grip on Gabe's hang. "Now, what're we gonna do with you while he's gone?..." He leaned in and Gabe met his mouth, their tongues swapping spit as they played with each other. Behind him he could hear someone making noises on the other couch, but he was too busy sucking face to turn around and see who it was.
Chris whimpered again as Aaron's tongue pushed into his hole. He was leaning back with his hands behind his knees while his boyfriend traced circles around the edge of his ass, dipping in from time to time to tease him. The intimate tickling was driving him nuts like it always did--Aaron had learned all of the buttons to push with him--and if they'd been upstairs he would've been begging for the blond wrestler to put his dick in there. But right then his mouth was full of Dave's meat, and it was all he could do to fit much more than half into his mouth, what with the awkward angle his head was at. He didn't care though: every thrust Dave made into his throat reminded Chris how big Dave was, and what he was going to do to Chris's ass when he got there. The feel of that fat cock splitting him open, stretching his hole...he remembered the raw animal fucking they'd done after his fight with Aaron in the fall, how crazy he'd gotten, and he felt his head spinning. He gave a muffled cry and pushed his face deeper into Dave's crotch until he gagged. Drool, flavored with Dave's precum, was running down his chin, but he didn't care. That fat cock was all he could think of. Aaron's tongue was deep in his hole now, each thrust opening him up while Dave's shaft pried open his mouth. Pretty soon he was going to spit it out and demand to get fucked, and fucked hard. He loved Aaron, loved sex with him, but right now he just wanted to take that fat cock up his ass and let it pound a load out of him.
Dave growled in appreciation as Chris blew him. God, the guy was so quiet most of the time Dave had forgotten the other side he had--it looked like Aaron had settled down with a serious size queen. Well whatever, they both seemed cool with it. And Dave was loving the sloppy knob job--Chris was working his shaft like a pro. He could feel himself leaking good, and was starting to think about shifting to Chris's other hole so he could really have some fun. Too bad he didn't have one of the toys down here with him: Chris's hungry attitude made him realize his own hole was feeling pretty empty. Derrick would make up for it later though, he was sure. He looked over to check in on his fuck buddy, and saw him laid back on the couch with his knees spread, while Gabe knelt in front of him and polished his knob. The muscular Hispanic guy was going to town like a pro--you wouldn't've thought he spent most of his time banging chicks. But he was bobbing up and down all the way to the root without missing a beat. And Gabe had that nice piece of meat on him too--it'd feel real good up Dave's ass. Maybe they should see if he wanted to spend a little more time with them while he and the girlfriend were on a break, Dave thought; Johny boy sure had liked their Halloween play date. "Mmmm..." Dave growled, already thinking about the next few loads after the one he was going to leave with Chris. The thought made his cock twitch and Chris sucked even harder as he got a taste of fresh juice. "Oh fuck yeah buddy," he groaned.
John sprang down the stairs, nearly tripping on the last step thanks to his slick hand. He'd found the lube where they'd left it next to Derrick's bed, but he'd taken the time to work some into his hole before heading down: the thought of getting banged in front of Derrick's housemates had made him horny as hell, and he didn't want to waste any time once he got back to the action. Plus that blue lube...he didn't know where Derrick got his hands on that stuff, but it made a cock up his ass feel even better than usual. Put that together with getting plowed in front of a bunch of hot guys, and he was practically on fire. It seemed like he could already feel the warm glow spreading through his hole, and he couldn't wait to get it filled. He whimpered with need as he rounded the corner into the living room.
He didn't have to worry: things weren't too much farther along than when he'd left. Chris was going to town on Dave's fatty (Maybe Derrick would let Dave fuck him, he thought. He needed any cock he could get, but a massive one like that...God.), while Aaron's face was buried up in his ass. (What would Aaron be like? He was built like Derrick, but...nicer. Maybe too nice--something about Derrick bossing him around, using him like a slut, was just so...fuck....) And there was Derrick himself, eyes half shut while Gabe slobbed on his knob. Gabe's eyes were closed as he focused on the blowjob, sliding up and down at a steady pace that had gotten Derrick's hips pumping. John admired the way his abs flexed as he fed the stocky Hispanic roommate his cut piece of meat, but held off on stroking himself: Derrick would tell him when.
"Took you long enough," Derrick said. John could tell he wasn't really mad, just yanking his chain.
"Wanted to get ready myself," he said, holding up the opened bottle of lube.
Derrick opened his eyes fully and looked him up and down, assessing. "Good. You're not the only one needs a good fucking tonight though. Get some up his ass too." Derrick jerked his chin towards the threesome on the couch--which one did he mean? Better safe than sorry; he squirted a generous glob onto the fingers of both hands and walked over.
Chris was lost in a haze from the attention he'd been getting. Aaron was making him feel so, so good, like he always did, and Chris knew he'd opened up all the way by now. He was grinding his butt up to meet each thrust from Aaron's tongue, but it wasn't enough anymore. Dave's cock in his mouth wasn't enough either: he'd been tasting the steady drip of precum for what seemed like forever, and it just made him hornier. Any worries he'd had about getting fucked hard in front of his boyfriend had faded away; he couldn't have stopped this now if it had meant the end of their relationship. "Fuck me," he tried to say, but his mouth was stuffed with Dave's fat dick, and all that came out was "Uhhh eeeee!" He wasn't sure if Dave knew what he'd said, or if he just got lucky, but he was suddenly aware of Aaron pulling out of his hole, leaving it cool and empty. He wrapped his right hand around Dave's shaft and started sucking harder to make up for the emptiness.
He'd barely started going to town when he felt a couple of slick fingers slide into him. Thinking it was Aaron he smiled (as much as he could) as he looked over, and then realized it was that cop John that had some sort of thing going on with Derrick and Dave. He was a little surprised, but the fingers were filling him up more than Aaron's tongue so he wasn't going to complain. And he couldn't be totally sure, but it looked like big Dave was getting the same treatment. Chris hoped that didn't mean Dave was going to leave him hanging...God, he was such a slut--if his parents knew.... He almost started laughing then and there for some stupid reason, but then John's fingers were deep inside and it turned into a moan as he let Dave's wet shaft pop out of his mouth. If Dave wasn't going to give him what he needed soon he was going to jump whoever he could find. Gabe was right over there, and his dick--Chris remembered the one time they'd hooked up and his hunger for more of that was almost unbearable. "Oh God," he whimpered.
"You like that babe?" Aaron asked. Chris had come out his shell a long way since they'd first had sex, but it still was pretty rare to see him so ravenous for dick. He felt a brief flash of jealousy that Dave and his monster dick could get his boyfriend so fired up, while Aaron had to work at it. But then Chris smiled up at him even as he nodded and ground his ass against John's fingers, and Aaron decided he had nothing to worry about. Plus, he'd just had an idea of how to give his man what he needed and still have some fun of his own. He grabbed onto Dave's shaft and leaned across Chris to give the fat shaft a quick suck, then pulled off and tugged on it. "C'mon Dave, time to give my man what he wants. Let him in there John."
The cop slid his fingers out of both asses and backed off, leaving Dave free to move between Chris's spread legs. Aaron slid his tongue briefly into Chris's mouth, then stood up. "Show 'em what you like babe--go nuts." He smiled, then moved to stand behind Dave as he was lining up on Chris's waiting hole. The moment his hard on touched Dave's crack the big jock spread his legs apart, exposing his pucker for Aaron to find. "I bet you could use a good fucking yourself big boy." Aaron sank down a bit and slid his glans down Dave's furry crack until he touched hot wrinkled skin, then pressed forward. If he wasn't going to be fucking Chris, he could do the next best thing.
"Oh God yeah," Dave growled, "fuck me A. Make me your bitch." He rumbled in approval as Aaron slid smoothly inside, then let Aaron keep pushing him, forcing his cock into Chris's ass. He could feel the lube working, the warm glowing itch that only a cock could satisfy spreading inside him. Chris must've been feeling it too, because as tight as he was he wasn't showing any signs of discomfort taking Dave's shaft. Not at all: his ankles were hooked around Dave and Aaron's waists as best he could, and he was pulling them in with everything he had.
"Oh God, deeper," the horny little fucker groaned, and Dave slid into his tight warmth to give him the fucking Chris wanted. Aaron's shaft was stretching his own hole open, and let out a burst of air he hadn't even known he was holding in.
"Aaahuunnh, fuck yeah A, do it!" he urged. God, it felt so good to just get fucking rammed like that--and he could see Aaron's little man felt the same way as the two of them shared a look. Dave gave a slight nod, then powered into Chris's hole until his balls slapped against the couch cushions. "You like that, huh buddy?" he grunted at Chris, and the smooth jock narrowed his eyes and nodded. Yeah, he and Dave weren't that different. Maybe they scratched their itch not quite the same way, but when it came down to it they both loved a good stiff cock up their asses. As Dave leaned forward, arms braced against the couch for his next thrust, part of him couldn't help thinking about what Derrick had in mind for him later.
Derrick took a second to admire the sight of Aaron's smooth ass grinding into Dave's: it was always hot watching the big guy getting pounded. But he didn't watch for long: the feel of two hungry mouths slobbering all over him made him grunt and buck his hips. Gabe had been going to down on his dick like a champ, smoothly bobbing up and down as well as John or Dave ever did (maybe not Aaron, but he was in a class of his own). Derrick could feel his balls starting to pull up as he started leaking, and then John had pushed his way in to start licking on them. He was a little rough with his enthusiasm, but Derrick was in the mood for it and it was always hot as fuck when the big slut got into it like this. "Fuck yeah you little whore, get on my nuts." Gabe pivoted to one side to give the cop some room, and Derrick spread his legs to let John in all the way. "Mmmmyeahhhh...suck 'em." Derrick tangled his fingers in John's hair and pulled him in tight, while his other hand slid over Gabe's smooth back; he could feel the muscles flexing as Gabe stroked himself. Derrick could help with that. "Finger your hole, slut. Show everyone how much you want it."
John obliged, bracing himself with one hand while the other reached back and disappeared into his crack. He moaned as the fingers slid in deep; the lube had kicked in hard and his ass was almost aching now it felt so good. He let Derrick's balls out of his mouth for a second; they tasted so good, but "I need someone to fuck me sir. Fuck me hard." He locked eyes with Derrick, willing him to say yes. He'd do whatever Derrick said--it was hot getting bossed around by the muscle stud--but he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. He was already pushing his hips back against his hand, humping by instinct. "Please." He could feel spit running down his chin while he waited for Derrick to give him permission.
Next to him Gabe pulled off Derrick's cock. Sucking a guy's dick was great, but his own needed more than his hand to make it happy. And here was John, horned up and ready to go, with an ass that Gabe knew from experience would be a great fit. "You need some cock, buddy?" he asked.
John's gaze locked on him like a starving man. "Yeah," he said hoarsely, "my ass needs it. A thick one." He licked his lips and Gabe felt his dick dribble in anticipation.
He looked up at Derrick. "You up for a spit roast?"
"Hell yeah. John Boy would love a load in both ends, wouldn't you, whore?"
"Yes sir, fill me up." He looked at Gabe, ravenous. "I'm a fucking whore for cock. I need a man's fat cock up my ass so bad...breed me any way you want."
Gabe didn't care what Derrick thought, he wasn't going to wait any longer. He pulled John in for a rough kiss, ramming his tongue into the cop's mouth. When he pulled away they were both breathing hard. "Fuck me hard," John whispered.
"Get on my cock bitch, and we'll give you what you want." Derrick pulled John's head back down into his crotch and got him sucking, while Gabe moved into position. He gripped the tight ass cheeks hard, loving the feel of hard muscle under his hands, and spread them apart. John's hole was wide open and glistening--he wouldn't need any warmup. And John didn't seem to want one: the moment his head touched the pink flesh he moaned like a bitch in heat, the volume rising to a muffled scream of pleasure as Gabe slid in.
"Oh fuck yeah!" Gabe shivered as the slick warmth gripped his shaft. When he was balls deep he paused to catch his breath. John was already squirming and clenching his sphincter to start milking him, and he needed a second to adjust before the horned-up bottom made him blow his load. Chrissy had curves in all the right places and a tight pussy she knew how to use, but he'd forgotten how much he liked to switch it up and pound a hard muscular ass from time to time, and he wanted this to last long enough to enjoy it. He started in with a slow deep rocking, grinding his pubes against John's ass to let him know he was really there, and damned if the horny fucker didn't start pushing back like he was twerking in slo-mo. "Yeah, you like that don't you, you little bitch?" He slapped one cheek and heard John whimper, then push back into him. Derrick gave him a quick thumbs-up, then got back to face-fucking the mouth in his lap. Gabe gave the other cheek a swat to even things out, then started ramping up the intensity, pulling his dick out a little further each time to let that tight ring work over more and more of its length. "Mmmm...that's nice," he grunted.
"God, fuck meeee!" For a second Gabe thought John had somehow gotten the words out around Derrick's dick, but then he realized it was quiet little Chris who was making the noise. Damn, Aaron had landed a hot one for sure. He remembered the day last fall when he'd bred Chris's hole, and the thought made him start fucking for real.
"Mooore...oh God yes, like that! Unnnhhhhh!" That last bit sounded like a squeal, but Chris was past caring. It'd been a while since his birthday, and he hadn't realized how much he'd missed a fat, fat dick like Joey's. He loved Aaron to death, but--"God! Yeah, ram me! Hardeeeeerrraaahhhhh!"--the things Dave made him feel were so intense!
"You like that fat cock babe?" Tig's face was screwed up in concentration as he pounded into Dave's ass, but he spared a quick look for Chris.
"Yeah--yeah--oh shiiiiit!" Dave's pubes slammed against him hard enough to lift his hips off the couch, and for a second Chris thought he might come; droplets of jizz flew off his dick as it flopped around from the ramming. Chris squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his head from side to side. The pleasure in his ass had spread, and each thrust sent a surge of pleasure up the root of his shaft all the way to his cock head; his balls were pulled up as tight as they'd ever been. He moaned as he pinched his nipples; Chris knew if he touched himself lower down he'd blow. And he wasn't going to last much longer anyway. He clamped his ass down on the fat shaft splitting him open and bucked his hips in a growing frenzy. "Fuck me!" he moaned, "God, FUCK ME!!!" The fat head slammed back into him again, ramming against his prostate, and he howled.
Fuck, thought Derrick, was there anything hotter than a bottom begging to get railed? John was really going to town on his dick; even with Gabe pounding into him he was taking Derrick all the way, frantic to suck him off. From time to time Gabe would swat his ass, making the bottom moan and squirm. Initially he'd braced one arm on Derrick's thigh while his right hand tickled Derrick's balls, but as Gabe started long-dicking him he'd needed both arms to steady himself. Derrick decided his nuts needed a little attention again, so he took one hand off John's head and worked it down to play with them. They were pulled up tight and slick with drool, and it felt even better than he'd expected when he pulled on his sack; he was closer than he thought. He pressed on his taint with one finger and felt his dick leap; John growled his approval as he tasted the fresh nut juice, and Derrick arched his back and grunted. He heard Chris beg again for Dave's dick, and knew what he wanted to do. He gripped John's hair and pulled him partway up the shaft. The hungry fucker was still trying to devour him, swirling his tongue around Derrick's head, but Derrick had room to grip the bottom of his dick and give it a squeeze. Oh fuck, he was close.
He pulled the cop off his shaft and forced his head up to meet his gaze. Drool was running down his chin, and his lips were puffy from sucking. Each time Gabe rammed into him his eyes fluttered. "You want my load slut?" he grunted. He slid his thumb up to graze the head of his shaft, and flexed his hips. He was ready to come all right.
"Yeah, give it to me--uunnhh!" Gabe had just rammed him again. "Gimme your cum," he panted.
From the other couch Derrick could hear Chris squeal as Dave's fatty pushed him over the edge. Yeah, it was time. Derrick wrapped his hand around the top of his dick and started stroking as he steered John's face across and around it. The feeling of stubble against his hypersensitive head was too much to take, and he felt his balls boil. "Gonna paint your face, whore," he panted, and then he did just that. The first big jet painted John's right cheek and ear, and the second got his forehead and Derrick's left hand. Then John got his lips over the head and Derrick groaned as the wet suction pulled the rest of his load out of him. He slid his hand back down to his balls and squeezed the juice out of them for the buff cop to swallow. "Fuckin' take it," he gasped, "take it bitch!" He groaned again as his cock and balls lit up, draining into the horny stud's mouth. "Unnhhh!!" His hips bucked again as John latched on good and ramped up the suction, swirling his tongue around the spitting head as he swallowed the last couple of shots. Derrick shivered as he finished coming, breathing hard, and then sat back while John kept suckling, hoping for one last drop. Gabe was watching them both, white teeth in a big grin as he slowly pumped into John's hole and Derrick gave him a thumbs-up: he appreciated his roommate backing off his pounding so John could suck him off right. "Fuck him hard," he mouthed, and Gabe gave him a thumbs-up back then got back to his long-dicking.
John groaned as the fat cock up his ass picked up speed again. It wasn't the first time, or even the second or third, that Gabe had plowed his hole, but getting fucked in front of all of Derrick's roommates while a fresh load ran down his face--that was hot as hell. Almost as hot as the time Derrick had made him put on a show for the guys out on the street the other week...he wanted to stroke his dick so bad right now, but Derrick had grabbed his wrists and was holding him pinned face-down in his crotch. All he could do was push back into Gabe's thrusts and squeeze his ass tight in time with the rhythm, praying it would be enough to get him off soon. "Come on....fuck me harder...I need to come!" Gabe rammed into him hard enough for their balls to slap together, and John prayed the thick shaft stretching him open would be enough to get him off soon. "Harder..." he gasped.
"Harder!" Dave grunted. He was so freakin' close he could taste it. Or maybe that was some of Chris's cum: when he'd finally gotten his nut he'd gone off like a rocket without even touching himself, and the first shot had hit Dave in the chin before Chris had grabbed his dick and started yanking. His jizz was everywhere, the smell driving Dave nuts. Not as much as the warm ass wrapped around him, and definitely not as much as Aaron's prick pounding into his back side, but still--fuckin' hot. Just a little bit more.... "Fuck me Aaron, pound my ass!"
"Yeah? You wanna come in my man's ass? That what you want?" Aaron was breathing hard behind him--he must be close too.
"Yeah," Dave panted. Oh fuck: Aaron had suddenly just about stopped, balls deep and barely moving. Dave was just as deep in Chris's hole, and pinned between them all he could do was squirm; it wouldn't be enough, he knew. "C'mon A, I'm close man!"
"You think making my man come like that makes you top dog, doesn't it?" The wrestler's voice was part teasing--but part not. Aaron grabbed his hair suddenly and pulled his head back to nip on Dave's ear. The big jock shivered: Derrick would do this to him....
"No! No A, I'm not! Ahh!" Aaron had tugged hard on his hair, enough to hurt a little bit, while his dick had pulled out almost to the head before slamming back against Dave's prostate. He felt goosebumps run over his body again, and his dick had turned to stone. "He just likes it is all."
"Damn straight," Aaron growled. There might've been a bit of jealousy in his voice, but Aaron's free hand had reached around to pinch Dave's right nipple, hard, and all Dave could really think about was the muscular body pressed into his back side, pinning him in place while that magic stick made his ass feel so, so good. Chris watched all this beneath him, a curious expression on his face. Maybe he'd never seen this side of his boyfriend before--but he didn't seem to mind. His dick had barely gotten soft, and he had started stroking it slowly as he watched they guys above him. "I might let you fuck my guy Dave, but don't forget who's top dog. Right?" He pulled Dave's head back roughly and pinched--hard--and Dave thought he might come right there. But Derrick had trained him well, and he held off--barely.
"You are Aaron," he whined. God, please: get this stud back to fucking him so he could come. This was almost like his nights with Derrick, begging the hard-assed jock to get him off.
"Wrong." Aaron sank all the way in then began the slightest movement in his hips, barely tickling Dave's prostate. "Chris is. Your job is to make him happy, because he's the boss. Got it?"
"Yes! Yes! Anytime you want Chris, I'll do you bud! Any way you want!" Dave was ready to scream: his dick head and ass were being wiggled around enough to tease him, but not enough to push him over the edge. He ground hard into Chris's ass, hoping it would inspire the dark-haired jock to get him off. Chris looked almost as surprised as Dave by the turn things had taken, but Dave could see the wheels turning in his head. And his cock had started twitching again as Dave's pubes mashed against him. Dave grabbed his sticky shaft and gave it a tug; it was warm and wet and thickening. "Anytime you say, Chris," he said hoarsely.
"Okay," Chris nodded.
"Don't forget what you promised, big guy," Aaron growled. And then he pulled nearly all the way out before punching back into Dave's hole, his long strokes battering the prostate while giving him room to pump the tight ass underneath him. Dave trembled with lust as his balls pulled up tight, and dropped Chris's dick to brace both hands against the sofa before Aaron knocked him over.
"Yes!" he sobbed, "Yes! Aaahuuunnnnggghh!" There was nothing but his cock and ass now, getting stroked and rammed as he and Aaron pumped in and out in sync with each other. "Harder!!!" he bellowed, "Fuckin' fuck me! Gaaaaawd!! AAAAHHH!!" Dave could feel the jets leaving him and coating Chris's guts. The trainer reached up and grabbed his tits, giving his nipples a good pinch as he came, and Dave howled at the combined pain and pleasure and his vision blurred. He was vaguely aware of Aaron filling his own hole, his cock sliding even more easily through the extra lube it'd just supplied. "Ohhhh Goddamn--fuck!!" he cried, "Yes!" Aaron tightened his grip on Dave's hips and kept pounding, using Dave's spasming ring to wring the juice out of his dick. Dave could already feel it trickling out of his hole, and he shivered at the way he was being bred hard by the wrestler. No wonder Chris was always in such a good mood. "Uuunnh..."
Aaron let out a long satisfied breath as he dumped the last of his cum up Dave's hole. Chris was such a sweetie, he didn't completely realize what a size queen he was: even in their best sex he never got that hungry look on his face like he had when Dave was railing him. Aaron knew he was good in the sack, but like it or not (and he still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it), sometimes Chris needed his itch scratched by a monster dick, just like Aaron needed to taste a thick load of spunk. Difference was, Aaron got what he needed anytime, but for Chris it was a little tougher. Better that he do it with Aaron there, and with someone they knew, than having him sneak off or (worse), pretend everything was fine. That was okay, right? Aaron rammed into Dave's hole for one last good squeeze on his dick, then peered around hiss shoulder to see how Chris was doing. His face was red and he'd broken out in a light sweat. One hand was still on Dave's pec but the other was wrapped around his dick again, tugging lightly on the hard shaft. His face said he'd be ready to go again soon. Good, Aaron thought as he pulled out: he wasn't done for the night either. As he caught his breath he turned around, curious to see how the other three were doing. From the sound of it they were wrapping up round one too. Aaron had helped Chris out, maybe he could get what he craved....
John shook his head in frustration, his whole body squirming in response to the fat cock tearing him open. Derrick was still gripping his hands, and all he could do was push back into Gabe as hard and as fast as he could. Each panting breath he took filled him with the scent of Derrick's crotch, and if it weren't for Gabe pounding him so hard he'd've had a mouthful of cock again. Instead he just let out an explosive moan each time Gabe grunted and slammed against his ass; the motion made his wet glans slap up against his abs, another tease that wasn't quite enough to get him off. "Naaunngh! Unh! Unh! Unhhhh! God! Fuck me! Fuck! Me! Aaaahhnn!!!" He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his cum-slick face into Derrick's thigh, nose buried in his pubes, while his fingers and Derrick's tightened on each other's wrists. It felt like Gabe's dick was swelling even bigger inside him, and he prayed it meant he'd come soon, and that John would be able to come with him. "Pleeeaase," he moaned, "I gotta--"
Suddenly Gabe's hands were in his hair, pulling his head up, while Derrick shoved him upright. Gabe's arms wrapped around him, pulling them tight together while he thrust hard against John's ass. "Fuck! Yes!!" he grunted into John's ear, and John echoed his words as he felt the first warm spurt seeding his hole. He squeezed his eyes shut in concentration, ground his slick ass back against the furry warmth and pinched his nipples as Gabe came inside him. He was so close...so close! He licked his lips, tasting Derrick's cum again, and shuddered. "Unnnhhh...don't stop!!"
John's hole was getting sloppy, and he'd just started to wonder how long Gabe was going to keep coming for, when a warm mouth wrapped itself around his shaft. He didn't even have a chance to cry out before his balls exploded, the orgasm slamming into him as hard as he'd ever come. On the second jet his eyes and mouth flew open and he screamed loud enough to drown out Gabe's noises. "AH AHHHHH GOD FUCK YEAH! FUCK!!" It almost hurt he was coming so hard, but he didn't care: the relief was so, so worth it. And Aaron didn't seem to mind: he was on his knees bobbing up and down like he was dying of thirst he swallowed so fast. He'd taken John all the way to the root, and each jet was going right down his throat to the sounds of greedy gulping. This was a whole new level of blowjob, and John groaned his appreciation again and again as Aaron drained him dry. "Oh God...oh God that feels so fucking good...uhnnnn...." His voice faded away as his climax slowly ebbed and he came back to his senses. He and Gabe were both slick with sweat from their exertions, and he could feel warm liquid starting to run down the back of his ball sack. "Jesus that was hot."
"You liked that huh, slut?" Gabe licked John's neck, satisfied that he'd thrown a good fuck. It was a little weird being pressed up against a big muscular body with some hair on it instead of soft curves and titties, but damn if it wasn't just as hot. Different, but hot--he'd forgotten. He grunted a little as John shivered with one last cum spasm, ass squeezing Gabe's dick one last very nice time. Yeah, nothing wrong with a hard bubble butt every now and again. Especially such a hungry one--he guessed that had something to do with the "training together" Derrick had joked about earlier. Hey, if his roomie wanted to share that shit with him, he sure wasn't going to complain. This sure beat using his right hand while Chrissy had him on lockdown.
"Yeahooohhhh..." John sighed and twitched as Aaron slid his mouth up and off his shaft, then gave it a goodbye squeeze before he sat back on his heels, a satisfied look on his face.
"Whadya think A? He meet your standards?" Derrick asked, one eyebrow cocked.
"Oh yeah," Aaron grinned as he wiped a bit of saliva off his lips. He'd swallowed all of John's protein shake, no problem, but a good blowjob needed plenty of spit. "Second-best I've ever had." He looked over his shoulder to give Chris a look, and the dark-haired stud's face colored.
"That ass was pretty fine too," Gabe said in satisfaction as he pulled out with a soft pop. He gave one cheek a soft swat. "Wouldn't mind tapping that again." This time it was John's turn to blush, but he looked as pleased as Chris did.
"Well maybe you will," Derrick said with a lazy grin. "John-boy, go grab some wipes so we can clean up a bit, huh?"
John scrambled to his feet. Fuck yeah, he thought, another round! His dick was still recovering, but he was already thinking about what Derrick might have him do next. He sprinted upstairs to Derrick's room to grab the cleanup stash.
When he came back down he saw Derrick and Gabe were where he'd left them, sprawled on the couch and carpet respectively, while Dave had settled in next to Derrick on the couch so they two of them could make out; Derrick was already hard again and Dave was showing signs of life too. Aaron had sprawled next to Chris with one thigh over his boyfriend's and was whispering in his ear while he slowly jacked the trainer's hard-on; Chris's eyes were closed and he was nodding. Even though he'd just come, the sight of the hot bodies arranged around the room was enough to get John's own dick thickening in anticipation. That and the smell of cum filling the air.
"Here," he held out the box of Handi Wipes to Derrick, expecting him to wipe up the cum that had leaked into his bush, but Derrick just used handed it to Dave, who used one to clean up his slimy dick and the splatters of goo Chris had left on his chest.
"See if anyone else wants one, then get back over here. You can clean me up yourself." Derrick handed the box back and leaned back while he waited for Dave to finish up.
Aaron broke off from sucking on Chris's neck long enough to grab a couple to wipe up his crotch, but when John offered one to Chris the wrestler grabbed his wrist. "I got this," he said. Chris watched through slitted eyes as Aaron's mouth moved down his body, tonguing the stripes of jizz clean as he went. John tugged on his dick without even thinking as he watched for a few seconds, tempted to join them.
"Hey, I could use one." Gabe's voice broke the spell, and John turned around to see the muscular Hispanic guy watching him with a smirk on his face: both of them knew just how big a load he'd left in John's ass. Gabe grabbed a sheet from the box, giving John's balls a light tickle as he did, and grinned knowingly when the big cop jumped. His dick twitched and pulsed, stiff enough to start lifting up off his nut sack. He shot a look at Gabe's crotch as he swabbed at his dark black fur, then licked his lips: Gabe was starting to swell again too. Maybe John's ass would get a second treat today....
But then Derrick was clearing his throat. "Get over here slut. My balls need cleaning." John spun around and dropped eagerly to his knees, then buried his face between Derrick's lightly-furred thighs. Cum and spit had dribbled everywhere when Derrick shot his load, and he eagerly dove in to clean it up. He caught a glimpse of Derrick sliding his fingers into Dave's mouth to suck them clean, and then he was face-down in Derrick's lap, nose pressed against a stiffening cock while he chased down the last bits of juice he'd missed.
Gabe tugged on his dick a bit while he watched the two groups getting back into it. He couldn't quite decide what he wanted to do next: he wouldn't mind some more cock to suck, but his dick had really like John's ass. Like, a lot. Yeah, he decided, he needed another round of fucking. He'd already tagged the cop, and he was pretty sure Derrick wouldn't let him near that pale ass (too bad), so who.... Dave had joined John in working over Derrick's dick, giving Gabe a sweet view of his blond-furred ass pointed up in the air; he'd appreciate something in it, no question. File that option away.
Gabe glanced over to where Aaron was back on his knees in front of Chris, tonguing his abs. His thighs were spread and Gabe could just glimpse his smooth balls swinging as he moved back and forth. Fuck was that sexy; he pulled his foreskin back and rubbed his thumb over the head as he enjoyed the view. Maybe a piece of wrestler meat would do the trick. Gabe's eyes wandered over the taught ass and up the muscular back--and then he caught Chris looking at him. His smooth pale body was squirming under Aaron's touch, but his eyes were locked on Gabe, and he looked thirsty as fuck. Oh yeah, that was the ass that needed a pounding. Gabe rolled on his side so his dick was pointed at Chris, and started jacking while his gaze bored into the Chris's dark eyes. Gonna fuck you good, he mouthed, and Chris's eyes widened.
He sat up and pulled Aaron's mouth up to meet his, then whispered something in his ear; he alternated between nuzzling and glancing at Gabe, who was more than happy to keep putting on a show. Gabe saw Aaron lean in and tongue Chris's ear, whispering back, and then slide one hand into Chris's crotch. Chris's eyes widened and then he shuddered and his hips started rocking; Aaron must be fingering him. "Fuck yeah," Gabe whispered to himself. Where did that lube go? He found the tube on the floor by the couch and hurried to snag it: he was ready to go, and he didn't think Chris was going to want to wait either.
Chris watched impatiently while Gabe lubed himself up. "Tig, do you think--would it be okay if?..." He hadn't been sure how to finish the sentence. Dave's fat dick had woken a hunger, and seeing Gabe's even thicker one pointed right at him had made his ass twitch instinctively. But he wasn't sure how to ask Aaron without making it seem like he wanted to trade up (Even if it is, the sluttiest part of him thought). And he'd seen a look on his boyfriend's face that said maybe he wasn't as totally cool with this as he'd acted. But...crap, Gabe was mouthing something about fucking him, and he was almost trembling at the thought of that thing inside him.
Tig had saved him any worries, leaning in to nuzzle his ear. "You still want a big ol' dick, don't you babe? A real fat one? In your hole?" He'd slid two fingers into Chris's ass, and the trainer whimpered.
"Yes," he'd whispered. "Then you," he remembered to add. He just had to get this out of his system first.
"Damn right," Aaron growled, and his fingering got more aggressive. "I've waited too long for that ass already. Aaron gonna fuck you good!" he growled in a caveman voice, and Chris couldn't keep a smile off his face.
"You bet." He shuddered as Aaron wiggled around inside him, then locked his mouth against the wrestler's for a hungry wet kiss before finally leaning back. His dick was rock hard again and leaking, and for a second he thought Aaron was going to dive in and start blowing him again.
Instead the wrestler sat back on his heels and slid his fingers out of Chris's ass. Shooting him a lopsided grin he gestured behind him to Gabe's waiting penis. "Go for it babe." Chris didn't have to be asked twice; he stood up and straddled Gabe's hips, and while the buff Hispanic grinned up at him he settled down smoothly onto his shaft. The head was noticeably fatter than Dave's and he had to take a few breaths to work it in. He'd forgotten that the shaft was fatter too, and so it was a couple of minutes before he felt Gabe's pubes up against him and knew he'd bottomed out. He shut his eyes and groaned in satisfaction, loud enough to make Dave and John look over their shoulders from Derrick's crotch and give him a knowing look.
Aaron had just planned to watch for a bit, but watching his boyfriend's expression when he impaled himself sent a stab of jealousy he hadn't expected into his gut. He'd remind Chris that there was more than one dick around.... He stood up and straddled Gabe's chest, hard-on right in front of Chris's face. Chris didn't even open his eyes: he'd somehow sensed Aaron was there and and just leaned in with his mouth open, taking Aaron's whole length in one go. Aaron felt a surge of satisfaction at the same time the wave of pleasure came up from his dick and he grunted happily. "That's it babe," he said, and put his hands on Chris's head to start guiding him. "Yeah, just like that...." He closed his eyes and started rocking his hips, his dick tingling as Chris's tongue tickled drops of precum out of him. Was he hungrier than usual, or was Aaron just imagining that Gabe's dick was turning Chris something extra? Chris cupped his balls with one hand and started tickling Aaron's sack just the way he liked, and the wrestler decided he didn't care: that warm suction felt too damn good to worry about anything else. At least until he felt the lubed finger tip probing his ass.
"Mind if I join in?" Derrick ran his left hand over Aaron's pecs and down his tight abs, while his right toyed with the wrestler's pucker. He'd seen the look on the stocky blond's face, and decided that maybe Aaron needed a way to even things up with his boyfriend--and Derrick was more than happy to give him a chance. He hadn't tapped that ass in, what, 7 months? It'd been a long time for sure. And Dave and John could wait--he'd have plenty of time to enjoy their slutty little asses later. Who knew when Aaron would be primed to let Derrick play Hide the Sausage again? And he was primed too: Derrick's finger had barely circled twice when he felt the sphincter loosen, inviting him in, and when he slipped into the tight warmth Aaron let out a grunt and arched his ass back to let his roommate know he didn't mind at all. Very nice...
He positioned himself behind Aaron's smooth ass, sliding his lubed glans through the crack until it met the eager opening. He pushed in a little: not enough to get his head all the way in, but enough for Aaron to know what was coming. The wrestler groaned and reached one arm around to pull Derrick closer. Yeah, this was going to be hot.
"Hey Chris," he said, "you mind if I fuck your boyfriend? I'll make sure he drops an extra-big load for you." Chris's eyes flew open to take in this new development--sure enough, the horny little fucker had been so into Gabe's dick splitting him open he hadn't noticed Derrick's arrival. But now he saw them, saw the look of ecstasy on Aaron's face as he pawed at Derrick's body, and it made him pause. Good: let him see what it was like watching Aaron begging for cock. They could either fight it out or fuck it out, Derrick didn't care which too much, but at least they'd be even.
Something like that must've gone through Chris's brain, because he paused his blowjob long enough to say "Do it," before diving back down and going to town on the wrestler's meat, his necklace swinging as he bobbed up and down. Aaron sucked in his breath, and then let it out in a long low moan as Derrick slid into him. Not tearing him open, but not going slow either. Let him feel a little of what Chris was getting.
"Fuck that's tight," he breathed, "fuck yeah." Aaron gave a strained chuckle and clamped down hard, then started rocking back into him energetically. "Fuck," he grunted, "fuckin' tight, boss."
"Shit, they both are," Gabe grunted beneath him. "Goddamn Chris, ride it buddy." Chris started bouncing up and down more vigorously, and Derrick could hear him groan.
Dave did too, but he didn't turn to look: he was too busy swallowing John's cock to worry about what anyone else was doing. With a grunt he pushed his head down all the way until his chin was resting in the cop's thick black bush and the smell of balls filled his nose. Now that was like it: sucking a hard cock got him going ever since the first time he'd tried it with Derrick, and going down on a leaker like John was icing on the cake. Or precum on the tongue, maybe. Whatever, the flavor made him drool as he bobbed his head up and down. He purred in satisfaction as he sucked, rubbing his hands over John's tight ass and thighs. So fucking good, he thought. He pulled up so he could swirl his tongue and lips around John's rigid helmet head a few times, and was rewarded with another thick droplet of precum.
John's hips moved on their own, thrusting into Dave's warm mouth at the extra sensation coming from his cock. He knew if it kept up he'd probably nut soon, even after Gabe had fucked a load out of him, and Derrick had ordered them both not to come until he said so. But it was getting hard to resist. And with the warm glow from the lube still lighting up his ass he'd be a goner for sure if Dave started fingering him. Which he wanted in the worst way, but Derrick had been clear--and doing what he said was always worth it in the end. Images of the things they'd done flashed through his mind's eye, and John groaned in frustration and need. At least he could give Dave a taste of his own medicine. He grabbed the furry glutes framing his face and pulled down, jamming another inch of that monster cock down his throat. He could barely breath, but he didn't care: getting face-fucked by a Viking stud was worth gagging every now and then. He tilted his head back and opened his throat a bit more, and with a muffled whine Dave slid that much further down his throat, his fuzzy balls brushing John's face. John knew he couldn't hold this position for much longer--he'd need a breath soon--but he could feel Dave's ass quivering from John's mouth work, and his dick had swollen even further; John was sure there was a fresh trickle of juice running down his throat. The thought of taking all of it pushed the cop into a frenzy as he imagined Dave blasting into his mouth until the cum started leaking out, coating his face and neck. Oh Jesus, he thought, I don't care what Derrick said, I want a load down my throat! He dropped his head back long enough to catch his breath, then swallowed Dave deep again, sucking in a frenzy.
Dave moaned and dropped his head onto John's thigh, letting the wet shaft slip out of his mouth. "Aacchhgod!" he gasped, and squeezed the smooth ass in his grip. His hips had a mind of their own, pumping into the remorseless vacuum cleaner John had turned into. He'd always given good head, but he'd picked up some tricks over Christmas and Dave was helpless. He could feel the first twinges of orgasm starting in his balls as they pulled up--not over the edge yet, but he was playing with fire. As long as John just kept up the sucking he'd be--"Ahhhnnngg--no!" A thick finger had just crept into his crack, sliding through the sweat until it found his hole. Found it and started circling. "John!" he gasped, "you've gotta uuunnnhh!!" John had pressed, not even hard, and Dave opened up for him instantly. No deep breathing or relaxing to make room: his hole was hungry. And slick with Aaron's cum. That finger didn't meet any resistance at all as it worked its way in. "Ohfuuuck! John, you gotta stop man! Aaahh! You gotta--I'm gonna nut! Derrick said--aaaahh!!!" His ass had a mind of it's own now: he couldn't help grinding his hips, rocking from the mouth hoovering the jizz out of him back onto the finger--oh God, fingers--that were two knuckles in and not done yet. "Oh God, John!" All he could do was whine and squirm, just like when Derrick was working him over and making him beg for cock. And there was nothing he could do--it felt too good to make John stop, and then he'd be punished. Unless...well, he didn't have to go down alone. With a shudder he lifted his head and took John's deep red shaft back in his mouth, savoring the goo that had built up on it. Then he sent his own fingers searching....
John could tell he was close: Dave's shaft was as swollen as it had ever been, and the juice leaking out had taken on a richer flavor that said there was a lot more in its way. He'd only half-heard Dave's pleas--he was too busy focusing on getting the cum he wanted to pay much attention. Even when Dave started sucking him again he just grunted. It felt really good, but he knew he could outlast the big guy if he just kept up his concentration.
...Which was shattered by the three fingers that suddenly rammed into his hole. He'd barely noticed the first tentative tickle as Dave found his target, but he sure felt that: it was the finger-bang version of Gabe's piece of meat slamming into him. A white-hot wave of pleasure and pain shot out from his ass, and he yelped. But Dave was relentless: pressing hard into him, forcing his hole back open wide with every thrust. And the motion had triggered the lube all over again: that warm maddening itch was ramping up from the friction, and he bucked his hips hard against Dave's thick fingers. Now it was his turn to lose concentration: he could barely keep Dave's fatty in his mouth to suck on it as he shook his head from side to side, and the fingers working Dave's ass were an afterthought. He whimpered as Dave forced himself in until he was grinding against John's swollen prostate; he knew he couldn't outlast that. He let Dave's slimy shaft out of his mouth.
"Okay, okay!" he gasped. "Just stop dude! Ah fuck! Dave, I'm gonna nut--stop!" He pulled his fingers out of Dave's hole and slapped the furry ass cheeks to get his attention. "Derrick said--ahhh..." Dave had finally relented and was sliding his fingers out. But slowly, so slowly. And he was still suckling on John's dick, working to get all the pre-jizz he could. Finally he lifted his head up, letting John's rod slide out from his lips at the same time his fingers let his ass lips close back up. He looked down between their bodies to catch John's eye.
"Truce, motherfucker?" His grin said he knew he'd won, and that he'd have John blowing his load in no time if the cop didn't agree.
"Yeah," John panted, "truce. But I'm still getting that load of yours." He took the tip of Dave's cock between his lips and gave it a short suck. Not enough to start anything, not really, but it still made the big blond grunt, and a fresh droplet leaked onto John's tongue before he let go.
"Oh yeah," Dave sighed, "every drop. If he lets us." He rolled onto his side to see how Derrick and the rest of his housemates were doing.
Gabe's eyes were closed in concentration as he thrust up into Chris's ass. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls, getting closer to release each time the slick chute glided along his shaft. He could hear the black-haired jock's muffled whimpering as he bounced up and down faster and faster while Aaron's dick filled him at the other end. Aaron and Derrick were making noises of their own, the sounds and sensations turning Gabe on even more. The only thing that would make this hotter would be a dick of his own to suck on. Or at least.... He wrapped one hand around Chris's nice seven-incher and started stroking; there was more than enough precum and saliva there to make it nice and slick. Yeah, a fresh load of jizz landing on him would be fucking sick--perfect. He started stroking and Chris gave a muffled yelp, then began bouncing up and down even faster while his hungry ass clamped down tight on Gabe's sausage.
"Oh fuck yeah," he groaned. He was about to pop, but Chris beat him to it: Gabe opened his eyes in time to see the first creamy jets erupt from Chris's purple head, raining down on his stomach and chest. The smell of fresh cum hit him just as his own orgasm took off, and he bucked in pleasure as his balls started draining into Chris's hole. "FUCK!" he shouted, "Fuckin' take it!! Aaah!" Gabe's head thrashed from side to side in ecstasy, and he shivered as he blasted jet after jet into Chris's guts. "Aw sweet Jesus!" he moaned, "Fuck!"
Aaron could tell from the sudden pause in Chris's suction that his boyfriend was getting close to coming, even before he started mewling and Gabe started cursing up a storm. Aaron watched intently as Chris got his O face--seeing him come was always a huge turn-on, even if it was someone else doing it. Even as Chris's body jerked under Gabe's grip he kept his mouth on Aaron's cock, determined to keep sucking him, which was somehow even hotter than usual. Aaron cupped his head gently as Chris came. "Yeah baby, come for me," he whispered hoarsely, "blow your load...yeah, you look so hot...ahhh...."
Chris wasn't the only one on the edge: Derrick's dick felt way better than the fingers Aaron had been stuck with while he was on break, and if it wasn't Chris up in there, well, it still felt good. Really good. Really, really g--"Aaah, yeah!" Derrick had just pinched a nipple, hard, while thrusting even deeper than before, enough to lift Aaron up on his toes slightly. The impact had tagged his prostate but good, the ripples spreading out from his ass through the length of his cock. Up until now Derrick had just been pumping away at a steady pace, not really trying to push things, but that sudden pounding took things to a new level. Distracted as he was Chris was still pulling some good suction, and Aaron realized that between Derrick's aggressive new style and Chris's mouth he wasn't going to last much longer. Not that he wanted to: it'd been way too long since Chris had taken a load from him, and just imagining that boyish face gulping down his cum got his blood boiling.
"I'm gonna come soon babe," he panted, "you ready?" He hoped so: Derrick's hands were all over him, not just playing with his nipples but rubbing his abs, pressing into his pubes, pulling his hips back hard against the top's thrusts...shit, his whole body was on fire, inside and out. And that blue lube amplified it all. It'd been a while since he'd used any of that shit: Dave and Joey had run out of their tube a while back and there hadn't been any more, but it looked like Derrick had a line on a supply. And man, did it make getting fucked feel even better than usual: the harder Derrick rode him the better it felt, each thrust of his cock increasing the waves of pleasure. No wonder Chris had gone nuts; Aaron's ass hadn't felt like this since Joey had plowed him. "Oh God," he whimpered, "fuck me. Fuck me hard bro!" His legs were starting to shake as he pushed back against Derrick, straining to get that dick all the way in there. "Yeah," he groaned, "harder!" He realized he was starting to whimper a little each time Derrick slammed into him, but he was too horned up to care. And now Chris was ramping his blow job back up. Aaron looked down to see the trainer smiling up at him around a mouthful of his cock, and he whimpered again. "Jesus you're hot," he gasped, then shuddered as Derrick's body slapped up against his. Chris's lips slid down the length of his shaft, so warm and wet, and when Aaron's head nestled into the back of his throat he knew it was over.
"Oh fuck! Coming baeaaah!!" His asshole spasmed around Derrick's shaft as what felt like a gallon of semen unloaded into Chris's thirsty mouth. Dave's ass had felt great, but watching Chris gulping down his cum, feeling that warm wet mouth pulling his load out, and all while Derrick's cock was pounding his hole...."Oh God...yeauuhh!" he grunted, "Fuckin'--fuck--aaah that feels so good! Aaaahh!" His load was leaking out the corners of Chris's mouth now, mixed with drool. "Oh Jesus that's hot," he gasped. Chris shot him a knowing look that said the "leak" was a show just for him, and Aaron gave him an approving look as he shuddered one last time. "God you're sexy," he said. Chris's eyes brightened, and then he closed them in concentration as he took Aaron all the way in again to suck the last few drops out of him.
Or: being pounded out of him. Derrick was panting hard as he rammed into Aaron's hole, his muscular arms holding Aaron in a bear hug as he started to come. "Take it," he panted in Aaron's ear, and the wrestler started squeezing his ass in earnest to help his stocky housemate over the edge.
"Shoot it Derrick, fuck me good," he panted. His orgasm was ending, but he still loved the feel of a hard cock pounding into him, wringing his prostate dry, and he shivered with pleasure as Derrick's thrusts stretched his hole open. He heard the blocky top grunt, and then he started filling Aaron's ass.
Derrick gave a long strangled groan as he blew his load. He could feel his balls banging into Aaron's as their bodies slapped together.The wrestler's ass was tighter than John's or Dave's--he must not get fucked that much Derrick thought--but he sure liked it as much as anyone. And it was hot to plow a different hole for a change. Not that his boys hadn't learned how to make him happy, but "fuuuuck," he gasped, "fuuuck yeah!" God, there was nothing like the feel of a tight ass wrapped around your dick, he thought as he came. The slick warmth rubbing him from tip to root was one of the best feelings in the world, and he grunted again and again as he rocked in and out of the wrestler's hole. As his jizz filled Aaron's guts the extra lube made his cock even more sensitive--and then Aaron squeezed down hard. "Oh shit!" Derrick gasped. His mouth fell open as the sensations coming from his groin became almost painful. "Aaangh!" His hips bucked twice more, then again, as he came hard, and then it was finally over. Or almost: he shivered as he kept a more relaxed pumping going, letting Aaron milk the last few drops of cum out of him; the wrestler purred in satisfaction as Derrick kept sliding inside him. Or maybe it was Chris's mouth. Either way, the noises the muscular blond was making didn't sound like complaining. It was almost enough for Derrick to consider bottoming again. Speaking of which....
He twisted around and looked over his shoulder at the couch to see how the other two were doing, and was greeted with the sight of them tangled up head to toe on the couch, and both still rock hard. Good, they hadn't gotten off yet--it was going to be a good night. Dave caught his gaze and held it, then leaned in and took the swollen head of John's cock into his mouth. The cop shuddered and groaned as the big blond polished his knob, and then leaned in to return the favor. It was time to get them up to the bedroom before they got too carried away, Derrick decided. He wanted them both to be begging for it before they got off again, and that wouldn't happen if they came again. He slid out of Aaron's ass and turned around to face them. "Okay you two, knock it off. Time to go upstairs." John stopped sucking Dave's fatty instantly, but Dave eyeballed Derrick for a second before letting John's cock slide--slowly--out of his mouth. It looked like he was going to need a little refresher course in obedience--which was probably what he was angling for in the first place.
It looked like things were breaking up, and Chris reluctantly let Aaron's cock slide from his mouth, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; it was slick with spit and cum. He looked at it, then up at Aaron and grinned. Aaron smiled back--God, he was sexy--and offered him a hand up. Chris lifted himself off Gabe slowly: even after he'd come and his dick was starting to soften up, it still felt really good having that fat shaft moving inside him one last time. He shivered at the sensation, then let Gabe slide out with a soft pop.
"Fuck dude, that is one fine ass," Gabe said. Chris saw a faint flicker of annoyance on Aaron's face for a second, but he flashed Gabe a quick smile while Aaron helped him up. He didn't think he was that vain, but having a hot, hung guy compliment his ass--well, it didn't hurt his ego any.
"Thanks. You were pretty good too," he said, blushing a little. And then he noticed Aaron's grip had tightened just a hair, and his grin was looking a little fixed. Uh oh. Ummm....
"But I've got a better one here," he said, and grabbed Aaron's butt. That fantastic, tight butt. That he would pick over Gabe's cock for sure if he had to. "Right Tigg?"
Aaron grabbed the back of his neck and gave a mock growl, then pulled him in for a deep kiss, his tongue pushing forcefully into Chris's mouth. This soon after coming twice it wasn't having an obvious effect down below, but in a few minutes... He broke for air and grinned. "Why don't we go clean up and go to bed?" he asked.
"Yeah, and maybe move so I can get up?" Gabe asked. Chris realized they were still straddling his torso, and hopped over to get out of the way. Aaron did to, then looked down and grinned at the buff Hispanic on the carpet. Gabe may have fucked Chris good, but Aaron was who he was leaving with.
"Later dude," he said, and tugging on Chris's chain necklace he led him upstairs to their bedroom. The other four could hear them laughing as they disappeared up the stairs.
"Well they're out," Derrick said. He was a little disappointed he hadn't had a chance to play around with Chris, but he wasn't too surprised they'd bailed: group action didn't seem to be their regular thing. The others though... Dave and John looked up at him expectantly, like a couple of horny puppies. Or horn dogs. Both of them were rock hard and dripping nicely, and Derrick was looking forward to tasting some of that. Maybe not just him either: Gabe had sat up and was eyeballing the two on the couch while he idly rubbed one hand in his crotch. "How 'bout you Gabe? Up for a little tag team fun?"
A lazy smile spread across Gabe's face. "Yeah, I could probably go another round." He stood up. "Lead the way boss."
Derrick jerked his head at the two on the couch. "C'mon sluts, we'll go to Dave's room." Hard-ons bobbing in front of them they sprinted up the stairs with Gabe and Derrick right behind.
If the windows had been open the next door neighbors would've filed another noise complaint that night, but by the time Dave had his next explosive orgasm they were already asleep; only a squirrel nearby heard the bellows as he finally shot his load.