Paper Route Rim

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PAPER ROUTE RIM (Part Two)

From Tom's Tongue

"Lemme give your hole a quick lick before you go, Sean," I begged. He just laughed at me, turned and bent as he quickly dropped his dress slacks and briefs. We were in a hurry, so I just traced his hot tan line with my tongue before giving his sweet hole a quick slurp and kiss or two.

He stood quickly, straightened his appearance up, and said, "There's lot more where that came from, Tom." Giving me a quick smooch, he was out the bathroom door, headed back to his wife.

All through the service, I thought about what Sean had suggested to me, or make that WHO (?). He said it was someone who was there at the service and that I'd be surprised and PLEASED, big time! I tried to look at all the men in the crowded sanctuary, and there were lots of hot men, but I had NO IDEA which of them could walk on the "wild side" as Sean had suggested.

Sean told me that the mystery man was going to be my first experiment with "seduction," and the thought excited and scared me at the same time. "Listen, Tom," he told me, "I've been watching guys watching OTHER guys for a long time, and the mystery man has the look in his eyes, for sure. Meet me at your `spot' in the woods at four this afternoon and we'll DISCUSS it. in DEPTH." We both laughed.

That afternoon, after he had eaten my ass for three quarters of an hour, he slid his thick, dripping-with-pre-cum Irish prick deep into my guts, and I loved every second of it. He fucked me slow, fast, on my back, on my stomach, with me bouncing happily on is up thrusting rammer; the two of us loved talking dirty and his nasty dialogue and deep thrusting cock were amazing -- he turned me every which way but loose.

Our final position was me on my right side with my left knee pulled up to my chest and Sean behind me, whispering obscenities into my ear, telling exactly what I could do to bring my new accolade on board. It was during this final prostate massage, that he said to me, "AND," shove, throb "your victim is..." three final powerful strokes, "JOSHUA HART!!" And THAT turned me on even more! I actually CAME -- surprising myself --picturing the man he named, as did he in an earthshaking finale.

Sean and I attended the largest Presbyterian Church in the area -- a very liberal group of people. We had a new youth minister, Joshua "Josh" Hart, and all the girls in the "young adult" group thought he was "dreamy." Blonde hair, blue eyes and a body like those guys you see in the movies. I'll admit, I thought he was pretty dreamy too.

Josh's apartment was one of my stops on Luke's paper route -- on the same street as the Riley's, a few houses from my last stop. It was a the left hand side of a home turned into a duplex apartment -- the other half occupied by Mrs. Creighton, a near-deaf widow who also attended our church. She took Josh under her wing a year or so earlier when he moved to our town.

On the morning of the Saturday in question, I had called Josh (at Sean's instruction) and asked if I could see him that afternoon when I was done with the route. I told him that I had something "important and personal" to discuss with him. Sean had insisted that I stop by his place first AND that I wear my white biker shorts -- with a jock when I arrived at his place, WITHOUT when I left. The obscenely revealing shorts (with my paper satchel as a protective covering) and a snug black tank-top, made a pretty sexy outfit, if I DO say so myself. Sean and I had NO SEX, much to my disappointment, BUT he made SURE I was horny as a goat when I left.

So, I had circled back to the Widow Creighton's place and stood at Josh's door, composing myself. My mind wandered, thinking about...

Josh Hart is good looking, in an intellectual way when he wears his gold wire rim glasses, and HOT as HELL when he plays pickup basketball with the guys from the church on Sunday evenings. It was almost as though he were two different men, the straight-laced reserved churchgoing-Josh, and the sweats-and-tee-shirt-clad-jock-Josh.

When he first became a member of the church staff, some thought he was arrogant, I'll have to admit, myself included, until we realized he was incredibly shy and soft spoken. And even after getting to know him, he was tough to get close to. He didn't share too much personal information, but he was always there to listen when YOU needed an ear.

But it wasn't his EAR that I was thinking about...it was HIS BUTT. Where my buddy, Sean has a loaf-like muscle-ass, Josh is more like a pair of cupcakes. Not FAT, by any means, just round and...well, bubbly. The way he looked in his oft-worn-on-Sunday blue seersucker pants made me want drop behind him, and bury my face between his mounds.

Sean said that we really needed to "loosen" Josh up. He had told me exactly what to say and do and I had agreed to, willingly, I'll admit, but I was nervous as hell as I knocked on his door. A "Come in, it's open" greeted me. As I shut the door behind me, I saw Josh emerging from a room in the back -- I guess his bedroom.

He was wearing worn tennis shoes, low-riding gray sweat pants (yes I checked the big, floppy snake in the front -- YIKES, NO UNDERWEAR!!) and was pulling a white tee-shirt over his head as he entered the room. His chest and stomach are smooth, with square pecs and rippled abs, which I only saw briefly, making my balls tingle.

He pushed a hand through his normally razor-parted still wet hair, and put on his glasses and as he moved to an armchair, motioning for me to sit on the couch next to him. "Sorry, Tom, I'm running a bit late...just got out of the shower" He sat, leaning forward and attentive, with his legs spread wide, his elbows on his knees, and it took all my resistance to keep my eyes above his waistline. "So, what's going on? How can I help you?"

At Sean's instruction, I paused with my back to Josh, bending to drop my satchel beside the sofa. Sean told me that my ass looked "incredible" in my biker shorts and that the longer I shook it in Josh's face, the hotter he'd get. I WAS shaking, but with nervous energy, and sweat poured from under my arms, more than that caused by the heat outside.

I sat in a position similar to his and looked down at the floor. Speaking in a low voice, I asked "I...I need to ask you about something very p...personal, Josh. Will you promise that what we talk about stays between just you and me?"

I looked up in time to see him smile -- noticing a dimple on one of his cheeks for the first time. "Of course, Tom, I'd like to think were friends. You have my word that I'll keep this conversation a private matter." I was looking deeply into his steel-blue eyes, perhaps a second or two longer than I should have, and he turned his face away first. Sean said that would be a "good sign" but I had no idea.

Looking down again, I sputtered, "Well...it's about....it's about S...SEX."

"OH? Having a problem with a girlfriend? I'm sure it's s..."

"NO! It's NOT THAT!" I interrupted him, perhaps louder than I should have. "It's something...different." My voice trailed off.

"Oh? I'm sure it's NOT THAT BAD, Tom. Just relax. Tell me what you want me to hear. I'll help you in any way I can."

I replied, softly, "Uhm, I'm having...thoughts..." I paused a few moments, hearing only the sound his hard working air-conditioner shutting down. "thoughts about sex."

"Oh, Tom, that's totally natural. We all have sexual thoughts."

"NO, not like MINE, JOSH!!" I looked up to see his handsome face again. "Mine are very UNnatural."

He furrowed his brow, thinking deeply, speaking after a long time. "Oh, what do you mean by unnatural, Tom?" His voice was neutral, but I detected a nervous edge to it.

"I mean lewd...nasty thoughts, Josh." I looked up to his face again. "Doesn't the Bible say that a sin in thought is a sin in action?"

He thought for a moment, and replied facing me, his expression passive "Yes, it does. Actually the verse reads `As a man thinks, so is he...' but as you know very well, Tom, that particular verse is in the Old Testament, a time when RULES of LIFE were needed. We pay more attention to the tenants of the New. The laws and commandments of the older book were necessary for their time, but not for nearly 500 years later when the New Testament was written OR now. And besides, I'm sure," he paused, looking upward, "these...thoughts are not sinful. Do you want to tell me about them?"

I cleared my throat. I had the copy of "RIM" in the satchel, and Sean had told me to just plop it down in front of Josh, and "watch him react." He said I'd have my hungry tongue up his hole "lickity split," but I couldn't do it that way. Suddenly, an idea popped into my brain, and I liked it!

Moving forward on the couch until our knees were almost touching, I looked into his face, seeing concern, but also seeing a HOT MAN!! I spoke softly, "It all started about a month before I left school. We were having swim practice and I stayed an extra half hour one night, working on my turns...I was the last in the locker room -- or so I thought!

I was dressed in just my Speedo and had my towel, so I made no noise as I entered the darkened area, which also lead me to believe I was alone, but as I passed the Coach's office I heard a strange noise and decided to see what it was."

I took a deep breath...my fantasy was beginning to arouse me, and I shifted uncomfortably. I continued, "Well, the coach was in his office all right, but he was NOT ALONE! The door to his office was open a bit, and I could hear voices. When I got close enough I could see directly into the room through the opening on the hinge side. Because the locker room was dark, they had no idea I was there. For some reason, what they were talking about seemed serious and I guess I EAVESDROPPED, but..."

I looked back to Josh, and he had all of his attention focused on me -- the perfect counselor. I paused, not quite ready to go on, even though this dream was one that I'd lived out in my brain a lot since my first encounter with Sean. Making it real for Josh seemed the right way to warm things up, so to speak.

"So, who was with him?" He was curious, and I liked that.

"Well, it was my roommate and best friend, Carl. He's actually a few years older, but he and I got along so well during my first year on the team, we decided to room together."

"Go on..." he urged.

"Well, at first they were just talking, with Coach sitting behind his desk and Carl, just wearing a towel, across from him. He was telling the Coach that he could not concentrate on his studies because he was HORNY all the time. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He's got so many girlfriends; even he can't keep `em straight!

So, I decided this conversation was worth listening to. I knew it was wrong to watch them -- I should have just walked on to my locker, dressed and left, but SOMETHING kept me there. And what I saw and heard is what's caused this problem I have."

I paused and looked at him. I'd told him that it was something sexual, and that it was two men I had watched. His expression was of concern, but I saw the apprehension in his eyes as well.

He spoke, "Tom, you can tell me anything. I promise not to judge you. Take your time and tell me what you saw."

"Well, Josh, they did some sinful, NASTY things -- lewd sexual things. Faster than I could have realized it, the coach talked Carl out of his towel had him on his desk, legs in the air, and he had his big ole" I faltered "d..d..di...uh, penis buried in my buddy's butthole." I decided it was best to get right to the point.

"HE WHA....?" Josh seemed to strangle as he spoke.

"He..uh...FORNICATED with my roomie...and they did...they did other stuff too. It was crude, lewd and lascivious, and the coach made it worse by his vulgar, graphic language. But, it was sooo sooo sexy."

Josh started squirming. Looking down to his lap, I could see something growing down his leg. He caught me looking! But he didn't cross his legs, we both watched as his prick grew to almost complete erection. It was BIG, that was obvious. Realizing what had happened too late, he crossed his legs to hide his arousal, but not before I'd gotten a good look.

Looking to his face again, I saw that he was blushing deeply. It just made him sexier! He had reached up and was running his hand through his hair, not quite knowing what to do or say.

He spoke at last, "Hmmm, Tom, does that mean you're...you're gay?"

I looked deeply into his eyes. "Josh, I know that I wanna get married and have kids and all that, cause there is nothing like a beautiful girl...but...but there was something so HOT...so SEXY...so NASTY about what they were doing, that I could help but get turned on. I'm TURNED ON NOW!"

I spread my legs and the obscene bulge of my hard-on was clearly outlined in my translucent shorts -- the fabric pulled away from my skin. When I looked to see Josh's reaction, he was looking at my crotch alright, but he didn't even know I was watching him. He was staring HARD, and squirming more in his chair. I pulsed my ass a few times, making my already-stiff dick throb, and he blinked and looked up to see me watching.

His blush got deeper, but he spoke, "So, your coach was...was well he was doing THAT with your friend?"

"OH, YES!! And Carl LOVED it!! But there was lots of stuff that lead up to the actual act itself -- NASTY STUFF! But it made me soooo hot, I shot three times into my towel just watching them!"

Josh blushed some more, and I was beginning to feel bad for him, ALMOST. "So, have you and your friend, Carl, done anything...uhm...since then?"

"OH, NO!! I could NEVER ask him...or ANYONE to do something with me. You know how shy I am. And what if he said NO? I guess it would have to be someone I really, really trust -- someone who won't think worse of me for the things I want to do."

"WHAT THINGS!?!" he blurted.

I looked into his eyes again. He has beautiful, soulful eyes. He had taken off his glasses, and was rubbing his forehead, and he seemed to be on the verge of tears. I just couldn't do this thing...as much as I wanted to ravage him, I didn't want to take advantage...I did NOT want to make it a cheap seduction.

Without realizing, I reached my shaking hand toward his knee as I spoke, "Josh, Carl reminds me a LOT of you!" I looked at him and a tear actually rolled down his cheek. He looked miserable! "I'm sorry...I just can't do this!!"

I grabbed my satchel and was out the door, running toward Sean's house. I had planned to stop and tell him about my utter failure, but to my horror I heard Josh FOLLOWING ME!!

I sped up as I ran down Sean's driveway, and through his backyard, with Josh right on my heels. I knew the way and made some ground on him as I neared my "private space," but he was determined, and just as I cleared the "entrance" he tackled me, both of us landing in a sweaty heap on the soft grassy surface.

The thing I IMMEDIATELY felt as he lay fully atop me was his hard-on, still there, pressing against my ass. I loved the feel of his hot breath against my neck. He made no effort to move -- a good sign, I thought.

He spoke breathlessly into my ear. "You didn't have to run away, Tom! I wanted to talk some more about these things your friend and the coach did." He thrust his hips forward grinding his crotch against my ass. "I'm...really curious."

"Really?"

After a companionable silence, Josh spoke, "Yes, really. I was thinking how much I am like your roommate, Carl, and you said I reminded you of him. I'm horny all the time, too. Did the coach cure him, do you think?"

I didn't understand at first -- call me dumb, but his throbbing hard-on made me realize what he was saying, and I LIKED the thought. "Well, Josh, if you want, I could...uhm...demonstrate what the coach did, and you can see if it'll solve the problem for you."

In a flash, he was off my back, and I was afraid he was leaving. But as I turned to see where he was gone, I was pleased to see him pulling off his tee-shirt. His sleek smooth skin glowed in the afternoon sun. He was pale, unlike Sean, but his skin still had a healthy glow, almost translucent. The tent in his sweats was ENORMOUS, and I wanted to see his dick, but I wanted to see his ASS MORE!

Kicking the ground and looking at me shyly he spoke, "Uh...C..Coach, what do I need to do now?"

"Okay, J..uh..Carl, you need to get naked and move over to the blanket there on your hands and knees. The source of your problem isn't your...uh...penis..it's.."

He interrupted, "You said the Coach talked `nasty...' He woulda said prick, cock, or dick, right?"

I had to laugh, "Yeah, he did..."

"Well, talk nasty to me too. I need the `full treatment.'"

"Okay, Carl, it's not your big ole throbbin' hard-on that's making a big wet spot on your pants that's causing the problem. It's your ASSHOLE! Now, get naked and let me see your BUTT!!"

He stepped quickly out of his sneakers, and moved to the blanket, looking back over his shoulder at me. Grabbing the waistband, he bent over completely, pushing them to the ground and taking his time freeing his feet. His ass was and IS beautiful, as piece of art, worthy of a statue -- alabaster white. He was not quite fully exposed before me, but his melon-sized globes were wet with sweat and glistening. I sill couldn't see his hole, but I planned to rectify that situation, QUICKLY.

I tore off my tank-top, biker shorts and sneaks, and knelt behind him, speaking quietly, "Now, CARL, I've seen lots of horny young men, such as yourself, who don't know the source of their blue-balls. It's all in your asshole, boy, and I'm gonna show you just how to take care of it."

With that, I leaned forward and saw it -- his pink asterisk -- beautiful, tight and hairless. I so wanted to dive in face first, but I had to wait. I began by grabbing one of his firm but cushy cheeks in each hand and massaging them as I pulled his valley more wide open. My face was only a foot or so away, so I commenced blowing a stream of cool air up and down his crack, actually causing his tiny hole to quiver.

"This here hole, is tight, and I need to work awhile on it so I can check that spot inside called your `prostate gland.'" I moved my thumbs until they were grazing up and down his moist chasm, until they lightly touched his aperture. He sucked in a deep breath.

"OOOOOH!!" he moaned. "Uh...Coach, how are you gonna get my hole ready? I mean we don't have any lubrication here do we?"

"Don't ya worry about a thing -- I have to prep you and do more testing before we even get close to the main event, Carl, believe me. First I need to get a closer look at your hole."

I slapped his right asscheek lightly before flipping over onto my back; I moved until my face was directly below his wide open trench. Grabbing his cheeks again, I pulled him downward until my nose was against his sweaty pucker. Inhaling deeply through my nose nearly caused my prick to erupt. He smelled SO GOOD!!

"C..C...coach, what are you doing? I mean you're sniffin' my butt!!"

"Yeah, boy, I'm smellin' your hole and it's a mighty nice fragrance, I'll tell ya, all sweaty and funky...just like it should be! Now for the next phase...the taste t...MPHMFFF"

I lifted my head slightly and buried my face, tongue-extended, into his ass valley, and was IN HEAVEN -- he TASTED SOO GOOD!! I so wanted to take my time, but his hole was so, so perfect, my mouth couldn't stop from latching right onto it. My tongue was scraping in inner depths in no time at all. His ass walls were smooth as silk and DELICIOUS!! And the noises he was making above me were pretty nice too.

"OH MY GOD!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ARE DOING THAT!! But DON'T you DARE STOP!! OH, MAN, DAMN, SHIT, PISS, LICK MY GODDAMN FUCKIN' HOLE, TOM!!"

He liked it!! I could feel his hard-on bouncing on top of my head as he rode my tongue. My hair was getting wet with his pre-cum, but I did not care! His ass was opening up to me more and more and the deeper I got, the better it tasted. Suddenly, he surprised by pulling away.

"WAIT!! I'm about to cum! That feels too good. I wanna make this last a little while, uh, COACH...Oh, you got naked too!! Good! Look at you -- all those tan muscles, and that DICK!! Can I touch it, Coach?" He sounded just like a little boy, and it made me that much hornier for him.

With an agility that surprised me, he stood turned and squatted himself down again, this time facing toward my feet. His pink hole was more open and dripping spit, and I wasted no more time looking as I dug back in. I did get a quick glimpse his prick and it was THICK, HARD and LONG, at least ten inches of dripping flesh, and I couldn't wait to suck or ride on it.

Bringing my hands to Josh's cheeks, I put two fingers on each side of his hole and stretched his hole even wider, shoving the tip of my licker deep into his colon. I tried sucking inward, and discovered that doing so made him open even more. YUM! He wasn't idle while I worked either.

"Oh, Coach, look at that big fat dick of yours! But it's all drippy and messy with something coming out the end. Maybe I should clean that up for you, huh?" And before I knew it, he had leaned forward, grabbed the base of my pecker and started licking all over it. He must have liked the taste, because within a few seconds, he had me inside his hot wet mouth, lashing and slashing my sensitive dickhead with his taster.

We were both grunting and groaning with pleasure, sending exhilarating vibrations though each other's naughty bits. I could feel my balls pulling up tight and, like Josh, didn't want to come too quickly. I had to stop him.

Dropping my head to the blanket, I spoke directly into his succulent ass, "Josh, fuck the Carl thing, I want you to suck my big ole dick all you want, but I wanna take a while too." I licked his hole again. "I'll cum if you keep that up, and I got someplace else in mind for the big ole load of cum I'm storing in my balls!! YEAH, that's it! Get down there and lick on my sweaty nutsac for a while."

Reluctantly, he slurped off my pole, and inched forward, licking his way down my shaft till he reached, my tight, spooge-filled balls. "Man, Tom, your sure you don't wanna whitewash my tonsils? If your cum tastes nearly as good as that stuff you're leakin', I don't wanna miss it!" Dutifully, he leaned forward, without my tongue and his sweet pucker losing contact, and sucked one of my balls into his hungry mouth. We both moaned again, and this time, I ALMOST CAME from the shiver that traveled up my spine.

Slurping off my ball, Josh took matters into his own hands, and grabbed my widespread thighs pulling them back until my own hole was directly in front of his face. Not missing a beat, he gave it a quick exploratory lick, and he must have LIKED that too, because within seconds he was French kissin' my pucker like a pro!

I pulled back looking at the results my twenty minutes or so of rim work had wrought, and saw his hole was pretty wide open. I inserted two fingers in my mouth sopping them in spit and slid them inside his blazing hot tunnel, pretty as you please. I brushed against his hard nubbin lightly, and he wailed into my hole, in pleasure.

"Oh, man, TOM, what is that? Do it AGAIN, PLEASE?" He went back to slurping on my hole like it was his last meal, as I pulled my fingers free and sucked on them again; loving the taste of his inner depths, my mouth flowing with saliva to rewet them. In once again, I went, a little more forcefully this time, causing Josh to whimper in bliss. This time, I spread my fingers a bit, widening the passageway even more.

Josh was moving his head forward and back, actually fucking my hole with his tongue, and the feelings were WONDERFUL, but I was ready -- more than ready -- for the next step in our adventure. Using all my willpower, I pushed him off me, and rolled him onto his back, and knee-walked around until I could put his knees over my shoulders.

I looked into his lust-craven eyes and spoke softly, "Okay, kiddo, now were really gonna give that g-spot of yours a REAL workout. We both should enjoy this a LOT. I spit on his pucker and again on the head of my dripping prick before lining my pulsing organ up against his sucking hole, feeling his asslips reaching for me as I pushed my weight forward. In one slow push, I was balls-deep.

"OOOOH, TOM, I NEVER KNEW!! GOD can't think this is WRONG!! IT FEELS TOO GOOD!! OH FUCK MY MOTHERFUCKIN' ASS! SHOOT YOUR CREAMY LOAD STRAIGHT TO MY THROAT! SHIT YEAH!!"

I hadn't even really started fucking him yet and he LOVED it. I slowly withdrew and pushed myself back in again a few times, swiveling my hips in the in-stroke to hit as many nerve endings a possible. The feelings were too intense, and my pumping pace increased. I leaned forward and locked my ass-flavored mouth over his, in a tongue-dueling kiss.

I felt his erect nipples brushing against mine, and, pulling back from the kiss, stretched down a bit and took one in my mouth, sucking, licking and biting. It was then that I noticed his massive erection was hitting my chin, only inches from my drooling mouth. Still thrusting into his very receptive chute, I bent further still again and was able to take the plum-sized head of his dripping prick into my hungry mouth.

Josh was writhing under me in delirium, "OH, OH, TOM, MAN, FUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! I'M GONNA SHOOT!! CAN'T HOLD IT BACK!! UNNNNGGGHHHHH!!!"

My mouth was flooded with his delicious spooge. I decided nothing from this man of God tasted bad. Five, SIX, SEVEN huge spurts jetted from him; I had to swallow fast to keep up with him as he grunted beneath me. His hole squeezed my prick in its vise-like grip, and, seconds after his first blasts started, my own orgasm began. My balls were so tight into my groin they almost hurt, it was so forceful, but it was a wonderful hurt. I did my own groaning as I continued gulping down his huge sperm load. He continued to milk on my prick as I shot my eight spasms into him, causing my erection to lose none of its hardness. I began slipping and sliding inside his now-dripping hole once again, but decided, I wanted to be fair, and pulled myself free as I collapsed on top of him to begin kissing once again.

"Well, Josh, I told you I was a `nasty' guy, but I'm not a bad one. I wouldn't DREAM of leaving you all MESSY. With that, I lifted his legs again, and dove for his gaping, cum-drenched hole, licking, lapping and sucking. He tasted sooo good that my cock was still ready for more, but I wanted him to fuck me with his big pecker till I begged for more. As much as I wanted THAT, I couldn't stop eating his ASS!!

Somehow, he wiggled around with my tongue still buried deep inside him until he had my raging hard-on buried balls deep in his churning throat. I was getting close to orgasm again, and wanted to delay things, so I dislodged myself from his mouth and dropped my now dangling ballsac into his wet hot mouth.

But it was my ass he wanted, and he spit my balls out like yesterdays news, and latched his mouth onto my widespread hole. His tongue felt like it was gonna reach some vital internal organs he was so deep inside me.

I pulled back and moaned into his wide-open ass valley, "OOOOH, JOSH, YOU'RE GIVING ME SUCH GREAT FEELINGS!! BUT I'VE GOT AN ITCH DEEEP INSIDE ME, AND YOUR TONGUE JUST AIN'T GONNA SCRATCH IT. I WANT YOU TO BURY THAT FAT COCK OF YOURS UP MY ASS!! IT WOULD BE A SIN IF YOU DIDN'T!!"

He laughed as he replied, "Tis better to give than receive my child..."

I rolled off him and threw my legs in the air like the slut I had become. Moving quickly, Josh got me in the same position I'd had him earlier, and rubbed his dripping prick around my aroused and clutching asshole. Looking deep into my eyes, he leaned forward to kiss me at the same time his missile entered me -- sliding home easily.

After about three slow strokes -- HORROR OF HORRORS -- there was a booming voice, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?"

We pulled our mouths apart, with Josh still buried deep inside me to look toward the speaker. There stood SEAN RILEY, naked as the day he was born, hand on his hips, a smirk on his face and his drippin' dick-head shinin' in the late afternoon sun.

He spoke again, "Now ain't this a fine kettle o' fish?" He moved closer and dropped to his knees over my head, and SAT ON MY FACE. What choice did I have but to EAT HIS SWEATY HOLE? YUM!!

I didn't hear the conversation above me because the sound was muffled by Sean's massive thighs. Josh's prick, which had softened upon Sean's arrival, grew back to full hardness and he began fucking me again. I could hear Sean saying "Yeah, suck that dick, Josh!" which lead me to believe ALL was gonna be okay. I have NO IDEA what the two of them said before that, but for the remainder of the afternoon, fun was had by ALL. I will tell you those two were insatiable. Like "I" wasn't? HEE HEE!!

One valuable Bible lesson I learned to live by that afternoon was: "Do unto thy neighbor as you'd have him do unto you!!" Man, did we DO!

Maybe sometime I'll tell you about the visit from Sean's cousin, Shamus, or what happened with me and Carl and the swimming coach in REAL LIFE, but that, as they say, is another story.

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