Scott slowly opened his eyes and gazed around the still dimly lit room. The lack of sleep was definitely taking its toll. The pleasurable residue of pain from the night before emanated from his chest and ass. At the moment though, he was being crushed between the tall muscular body of Steve against his back and the shorter beefier body of Matt spooned against his chest. The heat of the prior evening's activities crept back into his brain causing his dick to stiffen against Matt's beefy bear muscle butt. He thought about trying to dislodge himself from between the two men but the feeling of sexual heat in his memory made him tighten his arm around Matt as he felt Steve's prick slide smoothly into his fuckhole.
He never would have guessed his chance crossing at a holiday party with two men with whom he had had sex separately would lead to a night of multiple fucking. Ron had left him to meet his friend and his father and head home. Matt recognized the look of lust in Scott's face. Well, maybe it wasn't so much in his face as in the fat wad of cock pressing against the front of his pants. Matt and Steve discussed Ron's pending sexual gay awakening with Scott. It pushed all three men to the brink. Scott hesitated when they asked him to come home with them but the genuine friendship the two men offered made the sex sound even better. He was however, not prepared for the change in Steve's attitude when they arrived at his house. Steve cordially took Scott's coat and hung it in the closet. The three men shared some hot kissing in the front hallway before Steve changed tones.
"All right you two, strip. Matt you know the routine, show Scott everything he needs in the bathroom. You two help each other get ready." Before Matt could say anything, Steve cut him off. "Nope, I'm feeling like topping a couple of hot asses tonight. Move along. I'll be in the bedroom waiting."
"Yes sir!" Matt stripped right then and there and Scott slowly followed suit. "Scott this way. We might be in for a hot surprise tonight." They found Steve naked and smiling in the bedroom holding three viagra in his hand.
"I don't mean for this to be a short evening either. On your knees you two and suck my dick." Steve went on to show the two men just how masterful he could be. He put them through various maneuvers of sucking each other or eating each other's ass. He made sure he got his share of hot butt on his tongue and soon had the two men pushed to the brink of exploding. The sight of these two hot muscular men, one furry and white and one smooth, lean and black with throbbing pricks made his own cock drool an endless stream of pre-cum which his two boys eagerly sucked down. He watched carefully to keep either one from cumming but kept pushing them to suck and lick more. No nipple went ignored. Balls were sucked and fondled until they were about to burst with spunk.
"So this is tough because there are two of you and sadly I only have one cock. Let's see what we can do about that. On your knees, butts facing me. Oh yeah, those are two fucking hot asses." He carefully lubed both men with gobs of thick grease. Scott and Matt not to be outdone, sucked face as Steve's thick fingers loosened them. Scott felt the hot hard cock probing his ass and slowly begin to slide into him. Matt spread his buttcheeks to accommodate the huge rubber dildo Steve pushed deep into his hungry ass. Steve slammed his prick repeatedly into Scott's hot hole as he probed Matt to make sure the rubber cock hit its mark. Matt was starting to twitch so Steve stopped and slowly withdrew his toy. "On your back Matt. Scott feed him your cock."
Matt gobbled down the long fat black cock as he felt his lover enter his ass. Steve pushed his legs back and apart to allow his cock to go as deep as possible. Scoot leaned forward and kissed him as the two men fucked Matt from both ends. Matt had never had man sex as hot as this. His world was spinning with each shove of cock down his throat or up his ass. He tried to reach for his cock but each time Steve batted his hand away.
Steve felt his balls lifting in his sack. "OK, time to switch. Scott on your back, Matt your turn to fuck him." Matt seemed in a daze, eager to fuck Scott's round muscle butt and at the same time let down that his ass was now empty. Scott rolled to his back and gritted his teeth as Matt's obscenely fat prick pushed into him. He watched his cock be swallowed by the hot black man's ass under him then looked up to find Steve holding his cock in front of his mouth. The rock hard cock pushed its way down his throat. Steve lubed Scott's fingers, spread his ass and instructed Scott to finger fuck him. He waited until his nuts began to react and then had them switch again so Scott had an opportunity to fuck Matt. Only this time he slipped behind Scott, forced his prick back into the hot velvety hole and fucked the fucker. His hands cupped the large square pecs and twisted the firm nipples. Sweat dripped off all three men as their bodies bucked in unison.
"You boys ready?" He felt Scott twitch under him as he let fly with volley after volley of hot cum until it dripped from Scott's butt. Scott covered Matt's hand as it furiously pumped away at the thick cock. Matt's load streamed across his furry chest followed by another round of Scott's juice as Steve reinserted his still stiff cock. Scott bent forward and kissed Matt while Steve flopped down to one side and gasped for air. It took several minutes for their bodies to calm down. All Matt had to do was mention showering together before trying to get some sleep for three cocks to shoot up again stiff and proud. Another round of cum washed down the drain from all three as they jacked each other off in the shower.
Steve had one more card to play as he inserted a butt plug into Matt's worn hole. Despite the full cock hardening feeling, Matt fell quickly asleep in Scott's arms while Steve's cock stayed stiff buried in Scott's ass.
The next morning Sam once again woke up alone in bed. It was 7:30. Way before the agreed upon time for everyone to get up. He looked around the room and saw that a night-light had been plugged into the wall outlet by the door. He could see a couple articles of his leather on the floor. As he got up to pick them up a note fell from a boot.
"Follow the trail and get dressed." Was all it said. As he followed the trail across the hall to the stairs, he slowly assembled his gear - boots, armbands, chaps. The chaps were just outside the playroom door that was just slightly open. Inside in the light of a dozen leather-scented candles he found Joe on his knees, ass to the door, dressed in knee high boots Sam had given him for Christmas, armbands, with a hood slipped over his head. Various toys, clamps and lube were neatly set out on a table next to the sling.
Officer Sullivan cruised through the streets of the suburb he had been patrolling for eight years. He went from residential to commercial to residential in the still quietness of the sunrise. The holiday was thankfully boringly quiet. He had gone on duty at five AM to give fellow officers with family an opportunity to enjoy the morning at home. The Sunoco was one of the few gas station/convenience stores open as he pulled in for coffee. He chatted with the older man behind the counter who he had stopped to visit hundreds of times. They shook hands and wished each other happy holidays. John thought about the party the night before and the good time he had had. He smiled as he remembered Sam's generous offer for dinner. He fished a note Joe had given him from his coat pocket as he was leaving last night. The note told him to stop by at 8 AM if he was cruising in the neighbourhood. OK, only a minute away.
The big Ford police cruiser rumbled to a stop in the drive and creaked as the big man climbed out. The back door was open as the note had said and a second note simply told him to head downstairs. The house was till and quiet with only one light on in the kitchen. He closed the back door, stopped at the top of the stairs and listened. Lights were on in the TV room but the only noise was a muffled sound coming from a slightly open door. He softly pushed open the door. Inside a hooded Joe was on his knees swallowing one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen. Sam stopped Joe's sucking when he saw the cop.
Joe turned his head and dropped the cock from his mouth. "Is that John?" The cop nodded as Joe waved him into the room. The big cop stopped in front of Joe. The young man slid his hands up over the tight uniform pants and undid the zipper and belt. John showed Sam the note. Sam smiled, dropped the note to the floor, put his hand behind Sullivan's head and pulled his mouth to his. Joe's tongue swirled around the loose skin of the officer's uncut cock. The big man's knees buckled but Joe steadied him. The policeman broke the kiss for a second, looked around the playroom, down at Joe's bobbing head and at Sam's face, then pulled Sam tightly against him as they locked in a muscular embrace.
Ron's mother woke him up at 6 for an early Christmas church service. The tired teenager stumbled to his bathroom feeling the weight of his stiff cock in his pajama bottoms. He slowly pissed and thought about the people, the men, he had met the night before at the party. The men who were big and muscular and gay. Like him. He could hear his mother yelling for him to hurry up so they wouldn't be late. His dick needed relief but his mother had no patience. The suit pants, although loose, did little to hide the prominent teenage bulge. The heat of the church only made his balls churn more. He watched the faces of the crowd singing that holiday morning and wondered how many of them hid a secret like his. He caught the eyes of an attractive man somewhere in his 30's looking over at him. The man nodded and sort of winked. Ron turned back to listen to the message but felt like more eyes were now watching him. As the service ended, many people filed into the social hall for coffee and a continental breakfast. Ron wasn't much for donuts or sweet treats first thing in the morning so he poured himself a cup of coffee and wandered through the crowd. None of the other young guys he knew from the church were there that morning. They would probably attend a later service. His stomach was grumbling for real food but he could tell from the way his mother was yakking away that this would take awhile. There were mostly women at the early morning service with a few older men but few men of any age in between. Ron fought off the boredom but soon felt the coffee having an effect. He tried to get his mother's attention but she was lost in gab so he went to look for an open restroom. It was an older church and restrooms were few. The only men's room that worked was down a long hall and away from everything else. Oh well, at least no one would bother him.
He went into the only stall and sat down. A few minutes later the door opened and he heard footsteps move across the tile floor. The flush was deafening as he opened the door and walked to the sink to wash his hands. The man standing at the old floor mounted urinal was the 30someting guy he had caught watching him.
"Good morning brother, I trust you're having a fine holiday?" Ron smiled and nodded quietly. "It is a bit early though I must admit. The women do like to talk even at this hour."
Ron snorted a small laugh and glanced over to agree. The man stood with his hands on his hips, his cock, hard and fully erect protruding from the front of his suit pants. He dropped his paper towel at the sight and bent over to retrieve it. When he lifted his head, it came level with the man's cock.
"Care to share a little holiday cheer?"
"No, you have the wrong idea."
"I don't think I do." Ron could hear his heartbeat as he stared at the man's large throbbing cock. He felt the man's hand on his own crotch and panicked when he realized he was also at full mast. "No one comes down to this restroom, so it's just us. Why don't you show me what you can do?"
"Look no, I better be going."
"No, not yet." The man dropped his suit coat and Ron could see a powerful build as he felt the man's strong hands pushing on his shoulders. "You know you want this." He fell trembling to his knees as the man pushed the big head toward his mouth. It smelled masculine but clean as he licked the dripping head. The man knew an opportunity and pushed forward gagging the teenager with the thrust. Ron felt the man's big hands on the back of his head holding him and forcing more cock into him. His eyes watered and snot ran from his nose as the man face fucked him. It seemed like an hour to Ron but the man shot his load down the tight throat after only a few minutes. He wiped his cock with paper towel, flushed it down the commode and left Ron still trembling on his knees. The hollowness of his "have a blessed holiday" reverberated in his head as he stood at the sink trembling.
By the time he collected his thoughts, his mother was waiting at the car. She asked him if he was all right. He shrugged and thought maybe it had been the rich food from the party the night before. The big family holiday dinner wouldn't be for another two hours so he changed clothes and explained he wanted to go for a run. She looked at him disapprovingly but understood how bored a teenage boy could get so off he went. His younger brother and sister played with their toys in the front room as he rushed by in sweats.
The middle class neighbourhood was close to some nice relatively flat open roads where he could run for a long stretch. He was probably three miles from home when he stopped near some closed stores and broke down crying. He ran a bit further as tears streamed down his face trying not to look at any cars that passed him. One truck went, by then stopped at an intersection and stayed there. The driver opened the door and stepped out.
"Ron is that you? Hey good morning." Ron recognized Scott, ran over and collapsed, hugging the big man. Scott cradled him in his arms and eased him into the truck. He drove another block then pulled off into a parking lot. Ron explained what had happened at church as Scott tried to console him. "Aw, buddy, I am so sorry that your first time had to be with some asshole."
"The fucker came in my mouth before I knew what was happening. I just wanted to suck cock and never even thought about his not worrying about me."
"There's a lot of guys like him out there but there are a lot of guys who aren't. We just need to make sure you meet the right ones."
"Guess I better learn fast."
"You got that right." Scott rubbed the young man's broad back and fought back the urge to take him home and show him how good sex between two men can be. They talked a few more minutes as Ron ran his hand over the older man's thigh. "You better stop that or face the consequences."
"Which would be what?"
"Your mama whacking you up your head for missing dinner."
"Oh shit." Can you give me a ride back?"
"Sure thing." Scott had to keep pushing Ron's roaming hands away as he drove. When they hit his sore nipples and he grimaced, Ron stopped.
"Someone worked you over last night?" Ron leaned against the door of the truck. "You went home with Steve and Matt, didn't you? Damn, I wish I would have been there. I'd love to lose my virginity to three men like you guys."
"Hey stop talking like that."
"Why?"
"Cause you're gonna make me drop a load in my pants. Damn you."
"Here it is. Oh oh, mom's on the porch. Fuck." He opened the door as his mother crossed her arms across her chest. "It's OK, I pulled a muscle or something and Scott here gave me a ride home."
Her face softened. "Well, thanks Mr. Scott, would you like something to eat?"
Oh no mam. I have to meet family later and I best bring a good appetite or face the consequences."
"I understand. And thank you for bringing Ron home. I swear sometimes that boy gets to running and would wind up in downtown Pittsburgh if someone didn't distract him."
"Hey Scott, come see my trophies." Ron yelled from the front door then went inside.
Scott looked at Ron's mother. "You'd better go see them. He's so proud of them. I'm not complaining cause they're getting him a scholarship to college. Go ahead, top of the steps, last room on the left. And tell him he has a half hour until company gets here."
"Thank you. I'll tell him that he better get a move on or lose his place in line. The food smells terrific." Scott walked up the stairs and down the hall. He opened the door to find a naked Ron spread across his bed, stiff cock in hand.
"Well, whadyathink? Would you go to bed with me?"
Scott took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Man, you are one fine hunk of meat for what? 17?"
"I'm 18, so you can do whatever you want with me."
He rubbed his head. "Somehow that isn't reassuring. Your mother is gonna come in here looking for you to be ready for dinner. As much as I would like to bury my tongue in that fucking hot ass, not now."
"Just your tongue? Oh OK, I'm kidding. I just wanted you to see the goods, cause I want you to be my real first man. Soon." He wrapped his arms around Scott's neck and pressed his lips against the frazzled man.
"Go take a shower and keep your mother happy. I'll leave my number on your desk here."
Ron agreed as Scott spun him around and slapped him hard across the football muscle butt toward the shower. He took a deep breath, adjusted his cock so it wouldn't be as noticeable and crept down the stairs without his mother seeing him. He headed home, cock in hand, stroking as he passed a police car near a closed drug store. He recognized Officer Sullivan and thought that he wasn't paying much attention to traffic, what there was of it. Scott was glad he hadn't gotten a red light. He wasn't sure he wanted the good cop to see him beating his meat.
Neither did Officer Sullivan need Scott see him stroking his own stiff cock.
Sam's houseguests were busy getting things ready for dinner that afternoon. Sam and Joe busied themselves in the kitchen with all the preparation. The house was soon filled with all kinds of terrific smells.
Bruce finished setting the table and walked into the kitchen to catch Sam and Joe in a liplock. "OK you two. You've been way too affectionate today, since first thing this morning. I realize it's a holiday and all but really, what gives?"
Sam spun Joe around and hugged him. The big hands tweaked the very prominent nipples as Joe closed his eyes and moaned. "It's our first Christmas together and he surprised me with a little present this morning."
"Hmmm, I thought I heard noise coming from downstairs in the playroom. A little holiday nookie, eh?"
"Oh even better, he arranged for a guest."
Bruce polished wine glasses and looked over at the two giddy men. "A guest? Like whom?"
"Oh he got Officer Sullivan to make a house call. You know that big beefy cop who was here last night?"
"I thought you said, despite his sucking out your tonsils, that he was straight?"
Joe broke free from Sam's hug and loaded wine into the fridge. "Yeah, well, I took my chances figuring I might get him to let me give him a blow job, but. How many bottles do we need of white? Do we have more red downstairs? What about soft drinks, where'd we put the leftover stuff from last night." "Screw the damned soda. You blew him? Here?" Tom and Eric wandered into the kitchen and stopped when Bruce gave them a sign to not cut into the conversation.
"Yeah, I slipped him a note to stop by for coffee this morning, then tricked him into coming downstairs and catching us in the playroom. So, I thought, if he doesn't want me to suck him off, he'll stop me. And didn't. In fact, he helped Sam here strap me into the sling and they both fucked me. He didn't hesitate one minute to shove that big ol' uncut prick up my ass."
Sam checked the time on all the dinner prep. "Such holiday talk, really."
Tom and Eric looked confused so Bruce played along. "So. You had that big hunk of cop meat in this house before any of us got out of bed and you seduced him into fucking you in the sling?"
Joe grinned, looking like that cat that had swallowed the canary. "Yep, that pretty much sums it up."
Bruce punched at his chest. "And you didn't videotape it? Bad pig."
Sam leaned against the kitchen counter and shook his head. "Now guys, he'll be here for dinner, so I'm not sure you should let on that you know. He might be embarrassed."
Eric looked at the shit eating grin spread across Joe's face. "What about his girlfriend?"
Joe shrugged his shoulders. "I'd say based on the fucking he gave me, she has to be realllllllllllll happy."
Bruce shook his head and whined. "Ewwwww."
Sam pulled at Joe's arm. "OK guys, we have just enough time to shower and maybe play a bit before people get here. What'll it be?"
Steve walked in from having done a general straightening up of the house. Bruce groped his meaty lover and spun him around. "What? What? What'd I miss?"
Sam's family arrived and settled in with the friends for a drink before dinner. None of Joe's family accepted the invitation but it didn't seem to phase him much as long as he had Sam. Everyone was eagerly awaiting dinner when the doorbell rang at 5:30. Sam opened the door to Officer Sullivan .
"Hey John, glad you came, please come in." He took the cop's jacket and gave him a quick hug. The big man had dressed in snug black jeans and T-shirt that showed off the powerful body. The boys were gonna love this.
"I brought some wine. I got these the last time I was in California, really like this stuff." Sam looked at the label and smiled.
"Wow, John this is good stuff, thanks. I'll open it and let it breath a bit before dinner. Help yourself to a drink and make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be in about 30 minutes."
"Um, hey Sam, look about this morning. I shouldn't have done what I did with Joe, I'm sorry."
"For what, Joe loved it. He set it up. Look what happens in this house is our business."
"Thanks but I've never done it with a guy. I'm really feeling confused." He idly ran a hand over his right pec, the big biceps popped with the move. His face looked really vulnerable.
"Well, we'll talk about it later, enjoy the evening and dinner. Relax, you're among friends. What time do you need to be at work in the morning?"
"Oh, I'm off tomorrow. So I don't have to rush home." Sam smiled.
"No, no you don't." He showed John to the bar and left him with his friends. Joe was in the kitchen getting things ready to serve. Sam's nephew Dave came in to offer to help.
"Hey, I hope you don't mind but I told Ron he could stop by later for another dessert, that OK?"
"Sure, we have plenty. Hey you want to help, get people herded into the dining room. I see Steve and Matt at the front door so everyone is here now. Time to eat. Scott's also coming by later. The place will be hopping."
Dinner took two hours before anyone was even remotely ready for dessert. Sam and Joe were loading the dishwasher with its second load while Tom and Eric washed some of the larger pieces by hand. Davey brought in another load of dishes then scurried out of the room when the doorbell rang.
His father just laughed. "Nothing makes that kid move like dirty dishes. I think they threaten him with dishwashing on the football team. Zip -- touchdown."
He walked back into the kitchen with Scott and Ron. Ron beamed at his luck of arriving the same time as Scott. Dessert was served in a very crowded dining room as the clan discussed Dave and Ron's pending football scholarships to state.
Sam's brother Dave collected their snoring father and tired mother to head home. Dave Jr. hugged Sam and Joe then winked. He nodded toward the den where Scott and Ron were having a close discussion. Sam shook his head and smacked Dave's shoulder. "This doesn't qualify you as a match-maker."
Steve and Matt yawned and plodded toward the door. Matt leaned against Sam. "We, uh, didn't get much sleep last night then had to be up to be with our families early this morning. We need to get back to Steve's to take care of Sam, uh, the dog Sam." Steve hugged his tired buddy around the head.
"I don't think we'll be playing much tonight." He pushed Matt toward the door. "Can you stay awake long enough to get home?"
Ron and Scott followed right behind. Ron was wide-awake and appreciative of once again being included among the group of gay muscleheads. He thanked Sam and Joe and went bouncing out the door behind Scott. Bruce chuckled, "Well, there goes one wound up pup."
Outside, Scott walked Ron toward his car and told him how much he enjoyed talking with him for the evening. Ron unlocked his door and stood there. "You know. I told my mother I was staying with at Dave's tonight. And Dave knows that uh...."
Scott feigned anger. "You want to come home with me?" Ron nodded quietly and whispered yes. "Well, then, you better follow and not get lost."
Bruce, the other Steve, Tom and Eric helped clean up the dining and living rooms while John helped Sam and Joe wrap and store leftovers.
Bruce, with his arm draped over Steve wished John and good night and headed for the upstairs guest rooms. Tom and Eric did likewise, explaining to John that they had to catch a late afternoon plane the next day back to Chicago. They extended an invitation to him for their New Year's Eve party but he politely explained he was spending it with his girlfriend.
The house was back to normal. The first Christmas holiday now just a memory. Eric was the first of the upstairs guests to stumble to the kitchen for coffee the next morning. The tempting smell of sausage and breakfast slowly bringing him to his senses. Until he got to the kitchen and found Joe, Sam and Officer John sipping coffee dressed in their underwear.
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