I kept you waiting four months, I know, but at least it wasn't more than a year like last time! Part six sees Coop make a new friend, and didn't our parents always tell us that was a good thing to do?
I've also been writing some shorter fiction over at http://dirtyanon.tumblr.com/ (and collecting some photos of smoking hot boys generally doing wicked, wicked things) if you're in the mood for something more snackable.
As always, I love feedback, so please do drop me a line at alexp336@gmail.com and let me know if you loved it, hated it, or had some ideas for future stories. I'm also open to self-photos of hot boys in their underwear or speedos, should the summer be coaxing you out of your clothes and in front of the camera...
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On the Poolboy Payroll - Part Six
In the end, my phone had saved me from making the decision. Or, I should say, my mom calling and telling me she expected me home for dinner because we have family coming over was an overriding factor. I quickly sent Alex a message saying it would have to be some other time - hoping that maybe he'd suggest the next day - and jumped in the Mini to drive home.
We have a reasonably big family - plenty of cousins and second-cousins - so get-togethers take a lot of planning and even more cleaning up afterwards. What usually happens is that each little subdivision takes a turn at hosting, and with it finally being our turn again, my mom was probably more concerned about the aftermath in the garden than she was about feeding the five-hundred.
I had three jobs as soon as I walked in the door, and it was only by loudly insisting I needed to get changed that I managed to escape several more. I'd already showered, so it was a case of ditching my current clothes and picking out some news ones. Alex had stretched my imagination (well, that and other parts of me) when it came to underwear, and so I dug through the drawer to where some of the more unusual pairs were buried, settling on a pale blue pair of pouch-front boxer-briefs with a chunky waistband and stitching that cut across my butt and made it look... perky, somehow.
It's weird. A couple of weeks ago I don't think I gave a single thought to what my ass looked like. It was just, well, my ass. I sat on it, it filled out the back of my jeans; it was just there. Now, it's like I'm suddenly aware of it: like the extra attention that's been paid to it - fingers, tongues, dicks - has opened my eyes.
So I spent a moment with my back to the mirror, craning to look over my shoulder and see how my cheeks looked clad in the stretchy, clinging blue fabric. I had to give Alex credit, the guy sure knew how to pick sexy underwear.
A loud crash and the sort of cursing I'd get grounded for if I dared mutter it reminded me that if I didn't get downstairs sharpish I'd be hunted out, so I slipped on a new pair of jeans and tugged on a polo shirt. I was pretty proud of my biceps, not as meaty and squeezable as Alex's but still nicely rounded for someone my age I reckoned, and the short sleeves showed them - and my tan - off well.
Two hours of dishing out potato salad, topping up drinks, lugging charcoal from the garage to the grill and generally acting as an unofficial, unpaid waiter, I was starting to wish I'd found out who Simon got in to do his serving for him. Every time I tried to sit down surreptitiously, my Mom seemed to invariably catch me and do a finger-twirling movement that implied "get circulating!"
It was on my hundredth circulation that I spotted him. Young, maybe my age but he looked younger, not someone I recognized from previous family gatherings. Slightly shorter than me, dark hair and good cheekbones, gripping a cup tightly and looking like he felt completely out of place.
Perhaps it was being at home, rather than being out at the gym or by Simon's pool, but checking out a cute guy felt particularly strange. I found myself glancing around every few seconds, almost as if I was trying to figure out if anyone had caught me looking at him, but I couldn't not keep grabbing glances.
We coincided just when he had finished draining his cup, throat taut as he lifted his head back for the final drops, and I passed by with a bottle of lemonade in one hand and Coke in the other. "Want a refill?" I asked him, and for a moment he looked madly uncomfortable, until he lifted the cup back to his mouth and slid a piece of ice back into it. His lips stretching around it sent less than wholesome shivers down to the contents of my boxer-briefs.
"Thanks" he told me, finally, holding out his cup toward the lemonade bottle. "I'm Jack by the way, I'm here with Vanessa."
He looked around, as if trying to find my cousin Vanessa in the crowd. I nodded to save him the effort; I guess he was her latest conquest, and my heart sank a little at the thought of it.
"Well," I told him, trying not to let my disappointment show, "any boyfriend of Vanessa's is welcome here."
He looked at me, perhaps a little oddly. A week ago I don't think I would've noticed it, but I've been having some unusual training lately.
"Yeah, well..." he glanced down at his lemonade, and I noticed his fingers - long, slender, neat nails apart from one well-bitten one - were tight around the cup again. "Not so much a boyfriend, as..."
I want to say our eyes met and it was like sparks between us, but it wasn't. There was plenty of lust in there, certainly, and I noticed his gaze trailing down across the width of my shoulders, across my chest and then flicking back up to meet mine. I didn't feel like I needed him to say it; didn't really want to, because then that would mean I'd have to say something in return and I still wasn't really sure what labels applied to me and what didn't.
"Wanna go talk somewhere?" I asked, cutting off any further explanation he might feel he had to give. He took a gulp of his drink and set the half-full cup on the picnic table next to him, meeting my look again determinedly.
"Sure."
I ditched the bottles by Jack's cup, figuring people were probably capable of serving themselves and that my indentured service was reasonably up. He followed me as I skirted the edge of the garden and into the house, greeting a few slightly-tipsy uncles along the way but moving fast enough that I wasn't caught up in "any girls we should know about, eh?" conversations that could be tricky to extract myself from.
Eventually we were upstairs, in my room. I closed the door carefully, though most people were still outside and probably wouldn't have heard it if I'd slammed it.
Jack was by the window, half-hidden by the curtain and looking out at the collected relatives across the grass.
"Big family" he commented. I nodded, not quite sure what to say. "We've only got a small one, just a few of us." He stuck his hands in his jeans pockets, and I couldn't stop myself from watching the denim stretch tightly across the curve of his ass. I risked a quick adjustment, trying to nudge my dick into a more comfortable position, but he turned again and almost caught me doing it.
"Vanessa says I should get out more, meet people..." he trailed off. "So I guess I've met you."
I realized he might not know my name, and felt a flush of stupidity at not introducing myself. "I'm Cooper" I told him, grinning a little inanely. "Vanessa is my cousin."
He nodded, sagely, as if I'd just said something incredibly wise and deep. I was increasingly aware of what was going on in my pants; somehow I'd managed to half-rearrange my cock so that it jutted forward, rather than making it more discrete. I wanted to fix it, but that would look more than a little suspect with Jack now looking at me.
"So..." he said, breaking the silence. I realized he must think I was crazy - inviting him someplace to talk, and then standing all but mutely with him. I could see him still taking surreptitious glances down at my body; I knew, pretty much, that he was interested in me. But he wasn't making a move.
Gradually it was dawning on me that I might have to do something, if that is I wanted anything to actually happen. Until now I'd been a pretty willing follower, open to all of the new sensations Alex and the other guys had introduced me to, but I'd been able to walk into them passively. Even the random guy in the shower had made most of the moves, for all my clumsy attempts at - or indeed accidental - flirting.
My eyes fixed on a pile of clothes half nudged under the bed. "Do you mind if I change my shirt?" I asked him, cautiously. He shrugged. "Great, I ended up half covered in charcoal while I was lifting bags for my dad down there."
I lifted the polo shirt up, tugged it over my head. I could feel Jack's eyes on my chest, and my abs - not as defined as Brad's, certainly, but still enough for me to be proud of - dimpled slightly as I tensed them. Most of my clothes were hanging in the wardrobe behind me, but I knew there were a few old t-shirts in the chest of drawers right next to where Jack was standing.
He half-turned as I moved next to him. I pulled the top drawer and started to dig through the shirts, feeling myself preen a little as I caught him glancing down my back to the jut of my ass.
"You gay, Jack?" I tried not to look up at him when I asked him, or to let my voice crack or stutter. I knew there was a strong chance that he'd ask me the same in return, and I still wasn't sure what I'd tell him.
He took a deep breath, almost an inverted sigh. "Yeah, I am." I nodded slowly. "You gonna beat me up now?"
His tone was still pretty light, but there was a catch to it, and I couldn't help but look up and make eye contact.
"Dude, no..."
Even as I was saying it, Jack was taking a step back, and without thinking I reached out and took hold of his shirt. He flinched - fearing, I guess, that I'd hit him - as I pulled him in towards me sharply.
"Please" he blurted out, and I put my hand up, over his mouth, holding him in place with my fist bunched in his shirt while his eyes widened and glistened. I could feel his breath, hot and hurried on my hand as he breathed through his nose, nostrils flaring. He didn't try to pull away from me, though.
"Look, Jack, I'm not going to hurt you" I told him. "It's cool that you're gay, I'm..." I still wasn't sure what to say. "I kinda like guys sometimes too, okay?" I felt him nod, just slightly, face still half-masked by my fingers.
I let go of his shirt and took his wrist, pulling his hand up and placing it, palm flat, on my stomach. For a moment he was frozen, then he started tracing tiny circles against me: first his whole hand, and then trailing his fingertips across the contours of my abdomen. I eased my grip from his mouth, and he shifted his other hand to touch me too, fingernails gently grazing up in the cleft between my pecs and then across my nipples.
The buttons of his shirt quickly parted, and soon I could see the expanse of his creamy, pale chest. He only lifted his hands from me when I pushed the fabric down, off his shoulders, to crumple on the floor. Jack was narrow, slim, not skinny but obviously not someone who spent much time in a gym; nipples pink and small and hard as I first brushed, then gripped, then ground them between my fingertips.
He whimpered, hissed through his teeth as I tugged on his rigid little stubs. Jack dug his fingers into my lats, wriggled at my touch. I used my hold to pull him in closer, feeling his chest press against my own as his arms wrapped around my back.
"You're really hot" he whispered, as I eased my hand down, past the taut waistband of his underwear and in to cup his ass. Firm and round and as smooth as the rest of him. He pushed his butt back, chest still against me, and my fingertips automatically dipped into the cleft between his cheeks.
"I don't..." he started, eyes heavy-lidded, "I mean I haven't really... with many..." I shut him up with my lips on his, soft and gently closed initially and then opening, hungry, as I dug my fingers into his ass and he reached up to mash my face against his own.
The stab of his hardness into my hip grew more insistent; I was about to reach down and cup his bulge in my hand when my phone rang.
Jack groaned into my mouth, pulled me in closer as if to tell me not to answer, but I suddenly thought that it could be my parents wondering where I was and that - if I didn't pick up -they might come looking for me. Getting caught with five foot something of hot teen boy in my arms probably wasn't the most painless way of letting them know I might like guys.
But the caller ID said Alex, not mom or dad, and before I could stop myself I thumbed the button to answer it, slammed the phone to the side of my head with an urgency, an eagerness that surprised me.
"Hey, Coop" he drawled, and I could hear the grin in his voice. It made me smile back, unconsciously squeeze Jack with my arm wrapped around his torso. He stared at me, warily.
"Hey Alex, how're things?" He chuckled.
"Not bad, my friend, not bad at all. Look, can you come round?" I stared at Jack, and he stared right back at me, just for a beat, then looked away. I wasn't sure how much he could hear of Alex on the other end of the line.
"I've kinda got someone here..." I started.
"That's my boy" Alex started; I thought about protesting, but I guess I couldn't really deny his assumption. "Is he worth bringing along?"
I froze, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry. Until now it had felt like I had two lives - what I did with Alex, and with Cat, and with Brad and anyone else over at Simon's place, and my "real" life, tentatively experimenting with Jack and figuring out whether I was a boy who liked boys or something more complicated - and I'd never thought about what might happen if they collided. Yet here was Alex, making a suggestion that would pull the two worlds so far together that they'd overlap, and I knew how hard I found it to resist his suggestions.
But this wasn't a decision that would just affect me. If I brought Jack along, I was pretty sure he'd end up getting involved, seriously involved, in what I'd got involved in. And while I didn't think he'd object so much - the jut of his hard erection tenting out his jeans gave that away - there's a big difference to playing with other boys in private and... well, the sort of thing Alex and the boys do poolside.
"Coop...?" Alex was still on the line, and now Jack was looking at me curiously. I stared down at his narrow chest, its taper into his jeans, and wondered how he might look on all fours, back arched up. I had the feeling that, if I asked him to, he would.
"We'll see you at Simon's" I told him.
"Nice car" Jack told me as we hit the highway. I grinned sheepishly at him.
"Not mine, someone kinda loaned it to me." He raised an eyebrow.
"Sugar-daddy I should know about?"
I shook my head, smiled some more. I guess Simon was a sugar-daddy of sorts, though more of an employer than that. Either way, all I was having to pay for was gas, and while it was getting frustrating having to park the car round the corner from our house so that my parents didn't ask any difficult questions, I wasn't looking forward to the day when Simon might ask for the keys back.
"Look, where we're going now..." I changed the subject abruptly. Jack looked at me expectantly, but I wasn't quite sure what to say. How to you tell a guy that you're taking him to some random place where boys get used in public? Where he's most likely going to see you doing stuff that, well, most people did in private in bedrooms, or maybe just watched in porn online instead.
"You're not a rent boy, are you?" he joked.
"No!" I gaped, indignantly. But then again... "No, I just... it's a guy who likes to watch guys. Y'know, doing stuff. Stuff together."
I guess Jack was going to make me say it all, out loud I mean.
"He likes to watch guys have sex with other guys, and sometimes there are other people watching too, and I'm one of the guys who has sex and gets watched."
It wasn't exactly my most eloquent moment, but it seemed to be enough to set Jack thinking. We sat in silence for a half mile or so.
"So this guy Alex..." he finally asked.
"He kinda got me into it" I told him. "We met at the gym." Jack nodded, slowly.
"And why am I here?"
I still wasn't sure of the answer to that one when we pulled up outside Simon's place, but Jack was too busy being impressed by the house to ask any more questions. As we turned the corner of the path, Alex was stood waiting for us. His shorts came down to just above mid-thigh, hanging low on the V of his hips, and his shirtless upper body glistened in the afternoon sun. A broad smile broke out across his face when he saw me, and I couldn't help but crack a similar expression myself. Something about him made me just plain gleeful.
I was expecting a handshake or maybe a bro-hug, but he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me in against him. I could feel the heat radiating off his chest and through my shirt, and then there was nothing but the press of his lips on mine as he pushed my head back with the force of the kiss. One of his hands fell naturally into the small of my back, while the other eased past the waistband of my jeans and down, cupping my ass and grinding my hips to his own.
When he let me go, I stumbled back a half-pace, light headed. Jack was staring at us, mouth slightly agape, and I had to shake myself before I could get back on track.
"Alex, this is Jack" I introduced them, and Alex put out his hand for a shake. Jack looked at it warily, as if it might pull him in to a similar clench as I'd been treated to, but all Alex did was shake his hand firmly and smile at him.
"How old are you, Jack?" he asked, eyes narrowing slightly as if doing calculations in his head. Jack swallowed before he answered.
"Eighteen." Alex nodded.
"You like to swim?"
Jack glanced at me, and I tried to give him a reassuring grin of my own. I could feel butterflies in my stomach, this somehow felt so very different from when it was just me with Alex, even back when I'd been so hopelessly naive about my body, how it could be coaxed to feel and what strange men might want to do with it.
"Sure, but I haven't got a suit with me."
Alex chuckled. "No problem, we can find you one."
We followed him into the poolhouse changing room, my bringing up the rear and Jack sandwiched in-between us. Alex went straight to a locker and began digging through its contents; I wondered what he'd pick for me and, more interestingly, what he might think Jack would look good in. I'd learned to trust his tastes, even if they did tend toward the revealing.
I was not disappointed. Alex handed him Jack a reasonably short-legged, close fit squarecut, light blue with an asymmetric pink stripe running diagonally down the left side. He gave it a slightly mistrusting look, but didn't say anything in protest.
Alex was grinning knowingly when he tossed over my suit, a little like a red racer but one that had been through a hot wash. All in proportion still - it wasn't a thong - but I knew it would put my junk front and center, and that that was just what Alex had in mind when he selected it.
"Get changed and I'll see you out there" he told us, backing out of the door and, with a final smile, leaving the pair of us to it. Jack looked over at me.
"So, he's your..." I wasn't sure where he was going with that, nor how exactly I could answer it, truthfully at least.
"We're friends, and we work together" I finally mustered. He nodded, slowly, I guess thinking back to the general mauling Alex had given me when we arrived. To be fair, none of my other friends had ever welcomed me like that.
I started to take off my shirt, and realized he was still looking at me. Expectantly.
"Look, Jack, don't feel... y'know... pressured into doing anything, okay?" I watched as his brow furrowed and suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of protectiveness flush over me. I wasn't sure quite how much control I'd have out there - to be honest, most of the time I ended up in someone else's hands, quite literally - but I knew I didn't want anything to happen that might make Jack uncomfortable.
He shook his head then, as if changing the subject, held up the swimsuit Alex had offered him, holding it out between pinched fingers in the corners.
"This is smaller than I'm used to" he said, smiling. He turned the suit around, front and back, then held it against his hips, still fully clothed. I held up my own far smaller example.
"Join the club, dude."
I tried to ignore him as I pulled off my shirt and dropped my jeans. After a moment, where I guess he'd been watching me, I heard the rustling of his own clothes. It was some strange sense of prim decency that made me pull down my boxers facing away from him, stepping into the narrow confines of the bright red swimsuit and tugging it up to cling smoothly to my ass and, as I adjusted myself as best I could, around my cock. When I turned around, it was just in time to see Jack's smooth, pale butt disappear beneath stretchy blue fabric.
He turned round, and I nodded in appreciation. He was slim, sure, but neatly proportioned: tight in all the right places. His waist was super-narrow - Alex had done his usual magic in instantly knowing the right size suit to pick - but the bulge packing out the front was hardly small. Although his chest was hairless, as far as I could tell, his legs were covered in a dusting of hair, as dark as on his head.
Jack blushed a little, held his arms out from his sides some, palms out, as if to say "well here you go, then." I could tell he was looking me up and down too, and I resisted the sudden urge to re-adjust my dick. I wasn't quite sure if it was the suit or the desire to draw attention to myself that made me want to do it, anyway.
"Turn around" Jack said, hoarsely. I slowly turned on the spot, eventually doing a full 360 but giving him plenty of time to check out my ass, cheeks near-bisected by the taut material. We stood in silence for a few moments.
"Look, we should probably..." I started, and he nodded back.
"Lead the way."
I'd never quite got used to walking out to the pool near-naked, despite what I'd gone on to do there. Something about not knowing what situation I was stepping into, how many people might be there and what they might be looking at. I wasn't sure, but having Jack behind me made me walk a little taller, perhaps, as if I felt I needed to put on a strong display else he might feel nervous himself.
Alex was sprawled on a lounger, sunglasses on, looking bored and uninterested and deeply sexy. I glanced around, but there was no sign of Cat or Brad, which I was surprisingly grateful for; I wasn't sure Jack was ready for their brand of welcome. The muffled thump of music pulsed from behind the closed patio doors of the house, but the smoked glass and reflections from the pool stopped me from seeing what was going on inside.
I cleared my throat, and Alex looked up, lifted his sunglasses. "Let's take a look at you boys" he said, an edge to his tone that I recognized as part playful and part lecherous. Jack stepped out, a little nervously, from behind me, and Alex sat forward to stare at him.
"Definitely worth bringing, Coop" he said eventually. I glanced across at Jack but he was staring fixedly back at Alex, I wasn't sure whether in fear, some sort of lust or maybe just stubborn refusal to be the first to look away. He still flinched a little when Alex stood up, walked over to us.
He put a hand on Jack's shoulder, and I watched his fingers rhythmically squeezing. Alex's gaze was on me, now, perhaps a little challenging - maybe he knew how suddenly protective I was feeling about the new boy - or perhaps just that usual Alex cockiness I'd grown so obsessed with.
"Go take a swim, Coop."
It was a suggestion but a command, too, and just as I'd sucked down Alex's fingers and spread myself for him, I couldn't do anything but take myself to the pool and dive in. When I surfaced, brushing my unruly hair back from my face, Jack was looking at me with Alex stood close behind him, lips near to his ear and whispering. Jack's eyes were wide, but I was too far away to hear exactly what Alex was saying; I couldn't help but think it was something about me, though.
We stayed for a moment that way, my treading water and Jack's chest visibly shifting as his breaths deepened; Alex dripping words into his ear, occasionally glancing up to make eye-contact with me, but never stopping talking to my new friend. Eventually I turned and swam, couldn't handle seeing it happen but not knowing what was being said. Was Alex spilling all the details of what I'd been put through here, recounting to Jack ever inch I'd taken and every drop I'd swallowed? I'd been ready to try something with him, back in my room, but the thought of him hearing the lurid details of my experimentation was somehow like a betrayal of confidence.
I was angry when I reached the farthest side of the pool, and when I turned and looked back the breath caught in my throat as I saw Alex's hand had snaked around to cup possessively across Jack's chest. The boy's lips were parted, one of his own hands palm-flat against his stomach, the other hanging limply at his side. They looked at me, still, but Jack's eyes had a glaze that was too familiar to me.
I swam back across so hard, I thought my arms would wrench themselves from their sockets. Fists white around the ladder as I dragged myself from the water. Hardly noticing the warmth of the sun-drenched tiles under my bare feet.
Alex's eyes were twinkling, now; he knew I was riled up, defensive. I reached out, put my hand around the nape of Jack's neck and pulled him toward me. Alex's hand trailed down his flank, fingertips the last to break connection with the smaller boy.
"Problem, Coop?" he asked, and I felt the hot bloom of rage burst in my chest. A huge and angry mixture of lust for Jack, and for Alex, and from something else - some dark, greedy fury that took away my ability to speak. Jack nuzzled his neck against my hand, and I glanced down, saw for the first time the length of his erection clutched tightly across his hip. His own eyes were hungry too, cheeks flushed and pupils huge, and as I watched Alex behind him as he unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them, I felt Jack's hands take hold of my wet, dripping sides.
Alex naked still took my breath away, his long dick arching half-hard away from his groin, perfectly proportioned with the rest of his sleek body. My fury shifted then, twisted itself into a ball of hot desire as I pressed Jack's body up against my own - feeling his hands exploring my back and then dipping, tentative, down to my ass - and watched as Alex moved to sandwich him in-between us both.
I tilted my head to the side, chin above Jack's shoulder, and my face met Alex's; our kiss the eager continuation of what he'd started by the gate, tongue invading my mouth and only backing off when I pushed my own into his. All the time I could hear Jack mewling between our bodies, feel the eagerness of his dick as it ground against me. I reached down, took the rapidly filling length of Alex's cock in my hands and ground the head of it against Jack's narrow ass, squeezing and pumping at it as I rubbed it along the fabric-covered crack.
Jack's head pushed at ours, and Alex backed off, letting the younger boy take a turn at my lips. I felt the movement of Jack's suit being tugged partway down as his tongue dueled my own, felt the thud of his dick as it lurched free and against me. A hand, one of Alex's, on my shoulder pushed me down, and I dropped to my knees, facing Jack's bobbing hardness, the scrap of his suit tangled between his slightly spread thighs.
One hand around the shaft, close to the base; another steadying my crouch on his hip. I pulled his length down, guided the plump head in-between my lips and tasted a flood of precum as his fingers laced through my hair. He wasn't moving me, content to rest them there, but then I felt Alex's bolder touch on the back of my head, puling my face in until my nose was mashed against Jack's pelvis, the whole of him filling my mouth and lodged in my throat.
"He's a good cocksucker, Jack" I heard Alex say, as he held me immobile for a beat, for two, before letting me pull back and grind the tip of the kid's erection against the ridged roof of my mouth. "You should see how many loads he can take."
With one hand I pulled Jack's hips against me, setting him up into a rhythm of fucking my face. The other I reached behind, grasping Alex's dick again and feeling it leaking into my fist. My own cock was rigid in my speedo, and I let go of Jack for just long enough to pull the suit down and let myself flop free.
"Yeah, Coop, show Jack what you can do with your mouth." I lunged forward, meeting the boy's thrust and burying the swollen head of his dick deep in my throat, then held him there as I milked him with quick, jerking gulps. He moaned above me, swore as I guided the wet tip of Alex's prick between his taut cheeks to grind against his hole. As I glanced up, I could see Coop's hand wrapped around Jack's neck, holding his head back as the teen's body clenched and arched. Alex had a look of studious concentration on his face, almost a frown, as he took hold of Jack's arm and carefully twisted it around, up against his back.
Jack's body was forced forward, his torso folding down over my head as Alex manipulated him into a hunch, long fingers still gripping around his jawline. I could feel Alex shudder as the feelings grew overwhelming - the pain of Alex twisting his arm, the radiating pleasure of my mouth on his cock, the strangeness of all this happening outside, in broad daylight - and I knew what was coming.
"You need to get his hole opened up, Coop" Alex told me, and Jack gasped. I pushed my fingers in-between the oozing tip of Coop's dick and the sweaty clench of Jack's ass, using the slickness to dig first a fingertip inside and then, as his body gradually moved to accommodate them, a full finger and then two, scissoring and flexing as I stretched him ready.
"Sit down, Coop" Alex instructed, and we moved down together, Jack forced to follow sandwiched in-between us until I was sat spreadeagled on the tiles. Alex's hand on Jack's abdomen pulled at him, dragging his shaft from the wet, stretched confines of my mouth, and then I felt his other hand take hold of my dick and guide it upright as he brought the boy's body back.
Jack's cock bobbed and pulsed between us, drips of my spit sliding down its glistening length, as he let Alex move him into a crouch above me. I looked up at his eyes, glazed and wide, mouth a perfect circle, just as Alex pressed him down on me, ass resisting the head of my dick at first and then yielding, spreading its insane clutch around my glans.
My hands instinctively moved up, to grip his waist, as Alex continued to grind him down into my lap, feeding every inch of me into his hotness. Finally, he tilted Jack's head back, until he was looking almost directly up at the cloudless blue sky, and dipped down to kiss him eagerly as he forced the last of me inside.
We held there, a moment, the wet sounds of their mouths the only distraction, before the grip of his ass grew too much for me to resist. I levered him up with my hands, forcing maybe half my length free, and then gradually pushed back into him. Looking up, I saw Alex had broken the kiss, leaving only a couple of fingers hooked inside Jack's lolling mouth. He grinned at me, winked, and I couldn't help but beam back at him - a strange sense of communion between us, at the shared experience of breaking Jack in.
He guided Jack's body down against mine, our chests clamped together, and Jack's arms quickly snaked under my armpits and hugged me tightly as my hips bucked against his cheeks. Eventually, I set up a rhythm of punching into him with short, sharp jabs, until he grunted with each thrust, the sound muffled by my ear.
Coop's fingers had begun running up and down the smooth, soft skin of my inner thighs, and then he took hold of me, spreading my legs out again. As he moved in, to crouch close to me, I knew what he was going to do, felt the sly touch of his fingertips grazing my hole as it twitched with each stab into Jack.
Then it was the bluntness of his dick, and the familiarity of his thickness spreading me open. I gasped - even now, after all I'd done, he was still big - but my ass quickly took him in to the hilt, his torso sandwiching down to push Jack even harder against me.
Now, with each thrust he pumped into me, I let that momentum drive me into Jack, until we fell in a shuddering, cascading rhythm. Alex's mouth was pressed up close to Jack's ear, and I could hear him, half-whisper and half-hiss, coaxing the climax out of him.
"Dirty little boy" Alex told him, "I'm gonna get ten men to tag-fuck you, gonna have you drowning in cum at both ends." Jack's hands had found their way into my hair, tugging almost painfully as he shook between our bodies. "I'm gonna put you on display, you little fucktoy, I'm gonna make you stand there and jerk off with an audience, gonna watch you cum and then fuck yourself with your sticky fingers."
"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." Jack was whimpering now, and I was beginning to feel the same familiar heat in my tail that told me a climax was building, and a big one at that. Alex was taking no prisoners now, throwing as hard a fuck as I'd had from him before, my legs held up so that they were clamped against Jack's flanks. Only the movements of his body against us were powering my sex with Jack now, though they were powerful enough to bring me perilously close to the edge.
"I'm gonna bust a load in Coop's ass" Alex hissed "and I'm gonna make you eat it all out, you little slut." His fingers were digging into my thighs now, painful in their grip, as he dredged the last few strokes. "Fuck... fuck, Coop, here it comes..."
He buried himself in me, and I felt the jolt of him as he came, coating my battered insides with his cream. At the last moment he reared back, hand quickly moving to grip my balls, and the touch was all it took to have me firing off my own load into Jack's hole.
We lay there a while, Jack twitching and shifting on top of me as my cock softened but, still chubby and swollen, remained jammed in his ass. Eventually, he sat up, a dazed expression on his face completely at odds with the angry, eager bob of his rigid erection. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around it, felt as Jack bucked his hips to fuck my fist until, less than thirty seconds later, he burst juice across my chest and higher, spattering my chin and into my hair.
A slow clapping. Jack's head spun as if he'd been stung; after a split-second of surprise I'd guessed it would probably be Simon. Sure enough, he was sprawled across the chair by one of the tables, eyes raking over Jack's breath-wracked torso as it glistened with sweat.
"Come over here, Cooper" he called, made a brief nod at the table. I brushed my hands up Jack's thighs and he got the message, lifted himself from his crouch as my dick slipped free. I could smell the cum as I clambered to my feet.
Over the days I'd gotten used to being naked, almost used to fucking out in the open, but I still felt utterly self-conscious walking, sticky and spunk-spattered, toward Simon's half-disinterested gaze. As I neared him, he gestured again at the table.
"Up you get, and call your friend over."
I glanced around, back to where Coop had quietly moved behind Jack and was standing, towering almost, above the smaller boy. Gingerly I climbed up onto the tabletop; was about to turn and sit, when Simon stopped me.
"No, that should do."
I knew then what he had in mind, and sure enough when I glanced back over my shoulder, body crouched on all fours, I watched as Alex led Jack over to us, the hand on the back of his neck simultaneously protective and controlling.
"Time to show your good buddy Coop what a dirty little cumslut you are, Jack" I heard him mutter. Jack's eyes were still glazed over; he looked shell-shocked somehow. "Coop," Alex called out, "spread your ass and help Jackie-boy out will you."
I reached back, letting my shoulders rest on the table and my back arch, and pulled at my cheeks, baring my hole. I could imagine how red and puffy and wet with Alex's spunk it would be, how obscene I must look. From this angle I could only half-see Jack as he moved up close, but I could make out enough to know Alex was pushing his head down, his face in close to my butt.
Then the first, tentative lap, and then the second, until Jack picked up enthusiasm and steam, and then his hands were on top of mine, tugging my ass apart so that he could force his lips onto me, tongue skating the length of my crack and digging into my hole. I grunted, felt my hips work their way back automatically almost, as he lapped the juice oozing out of me.
"Yeah, that's it, I knew you'd be a little slut" I heard Alex say approvingly, and Jack pushed up against me more, snuffling and moaning as his mouth roamed down, lapping at my balls and then pulling my cock back in its half-hardness, sucking it clean. "Want to return the favor, Coop?"
I grudgingly pulled away from the delicious sensations of Jack's tongue, turned so that I was lying on my back. He climbed up onto the table, straddling me on his knees, and I pulled him forward until, with a hand on each of his hips, I could pull him down so that he was sitting on my face. His hole was still tight, despite the rough fucking I'd just deal him, and so I dove in hard from the off, rasping my tongue down the salty split between his cheeks.
After a minute or so he was bucking and rocking on me, grinding his ass against my face, and I could feel his dick hardening as it bobbed and knocked against my forehead. I reached up, tugged at it as I circled the tip of my tongue around the spit-slicked rim of his ass. With my other hand I reached down, yanked at my own renewed erection in time with the strokes I gave him. I knew Simon and Alex were sat or stood right by us, watching intently, and I didn't care.
"Oh, Cooper..." he grunted, thighs tight against the sides of my head. His cock grew thicker in my fist, and I knew he was about to blow; I quickened my own jerking to catch up to his final moments.
With a grunt, he lost his load across my face, thick dribbles of cum sliding into my wet hair. I hit my own peak just a few seconds later, a couple of strong jets that coated my abs and then the warm, oozy afterglow. Jack eagerly took my fingers into his mouth, lapped away first my juice and then his own.
We'd ended up in the pool after that, still naked, Alex and I tossing a ball between us while Jack tried to catch it in the middle. It was weird: part of me felt totally connected, caught up with Alex, and yet I felt a strange link with Jack too. Perhaps it was his relative innocence in all this; Alex had been the one to bring me in through the door, to open my eyes to what I could feel and to what could be brought out of my body, but I'd been the one to find Jack and help him realize his own feelings.
So, sometimes I'd be grinning at Alex as though we both shared the biggest fucking secret in the world, and then other times there'd be these coy glances with Jack, that feeling of excitement in my chest at the possibilities ahead. Was I supposed to be with Alex, the guy who had woken me up from eighteen or so years of confusion and blindness? Or was that just some strange, fucked-up puppy love, and was I supposed to move on - not fall for him, definitely not fall for him - and find someone different, like Jack?
Big thoughts, and I could feel myself starting to zone out as my brain began to get caught up in processing them, just as the ball - and a fair amount of water - smacked me in the side of the head. I shook chlorine from my eyes, spluttering, and looked up to see Alex cracking up laughing and Jack grinning, trying not to bust up too.
Deep feelings and love and "must" could wait, I decided, weighing the ball in my hands and wondering which to target first. This meant war.
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So that's part six. To be blunt, I'm not quite sure where else I want to take Cooper, or if it's time to leave him to his own devices for a while. Perhaps a new story is in order? Let me know what you think at alexp336@gmail.com, and make sure to check out http://dirtyanon.tumblr.com/ for more...