Tall Ships

The Tall Ships Part 5

After having the most emotionally moving sexual experience of my life with Olaf, and a talk where I reassured him that Rick was a secondary pleasure for me compared to him, Olaf and I went into the living room, where Rick was no longer alone. He was sitting on the easy chair, still in his uniform, his big hard cock down Johnny's throat, sucking hungrily on Leroy's cock while pulling on the muscle-man's tits. A Marine in dress uniform was hungrily eating Johnny's slave-ass. Leroy puffed on a stogie, grinning as he snarled insults at "The Chief redneck pussy".

He smiled at us. "Hey, roommate, thanks for the hot gift-wrapped housewarming gift. He explained that he's YOUR toy, but that you left him for me to find since the pervert's had the hots for me for a long time."

I winked at him. "Enjoy his very talented ass, but I warn you: he's the loudest damned screamer I've ever fucked. I loved ever minute of the seven hours we spent together, as I filled his totally unreasonable sexual demands." As Rick gave me a finger, I pushed his head deeper onto Leroy's dick, making him gag. I pointed to the hungry jarhead. "I see you found yourself another toy. More white trash?"

"Yes, an eager little slave-boi type. Johnny told me that you love to humiliate jarheads, so we brought him home for you to play with, but you and Olaf were still making love. Or just getting your ass limber for me. Whatever." Leroy had seen that I was developing deep feelings for the handsome, gentle Swede, which he returned. And knew that a relationship between us was impossible. He was offering his support while keeping it light. I wanted to hug him, so instead I gave him a finger as I laughed.

Curious, I walked over to the Marine and pulled his face out of Johnny' ass-pussy. We stared at each other. "You!" he cried, falling backwards.

"Well, don't try to tell me your asshole father didn't tell you I was queer, shit-head. You got a choice, Robbie-boi. You heard why you were brought here. If you stay, I WILL make your life a miserable hell, and stretch that jarhead pussy of yours to new widths. Or you can get your little faggot ass out of here. NOW!" I barked at him as everyone stopped and stared at us, confused.

"Sir, I prefer to stay. If I have your permission, Cousin Ike. SIR!"

Four men gasped "COUSIN?"

"Gentlemen, meet the offspring of one of the three reasons I love to humiliate and rough fuck jarheads. The eldest son of my fucking cousin Rob, the biggest asshole on Earth."

"SIR! It may surprise you to know that I totally agree with that statement, SIR!" The little fucker gave me a shit eating grin.

"Guys, I just might finally have met a Marine who is not a total waste of space. I had heard you joined the Corps, Junior, but I thought it was because of your dad."

"Ike, it was, but to get away from the fucking bastard. You may not realize that my brothers and me grew up in fucking Jarhead Junior Boot Camp. That scumbag served four years as a private, but he's always acted like he was a drill instructor. Fuck, my DI was nicer than dad, and he was the biggest asshole on the Base. We've been hearing drop and give me 50, maggot!' since before we were old enough to jerk off. Is it any wonder mom ran off with that other woman? Im just sorry she didn't take US with her."

"Wait. THAT'S why Robbie and Rose got divorced? Your mom dumped him for a BROAD??" He nodded. I fell to the floor laughing. "I have wanted to get back at your fucking dad for years for the shit he put me through when I was 12 and 13. I WAS considering inviting him over to try to dominate him, but now.."

"If you do, can I help? And my kid brothers? And yes, they fuck with guys, too. Both of them. He tried to 'make us men' and turned us all queer with his obsession with masculinity. I'm not sure if he isn't a bigger fag than any of us. I'm not shitting you, Cousin Ike. I REALLY want to stay and be with you. The first time I jerked off with a fantasy, it was thinking about you fucking my ass. So hell, yeah, you can do what you want to me for the next week. Im on leave after Basic Training, and the less time I spend at home, the better, ad far as I'm concerned. That's why I was at the Y. Whats wrong?"

I laughed. "Nothing. But with.." I counted on my fingers "SEVEN men staying in this apartment, we're going to have to schedule times to take shits. And that's not counting guests, like the twins." I looked at the puzzled men "His kid brothers are twins less than a year younger than him."

"Barely ten months. They were preemies. But they're big bruisers now. Been lifting weights the last three years. They've been doing some hustling this year. A trade they learned from ME. In fact, they service most of my old johns. They actually do it more that I ever did - they love doing it. I did it for money, and I half hoped to get busted and really piss of my old man."

I turned around at the silent men and almost cracked up. Olaf might have been missing a lot of this, but knew that Junior was my relative. But the other three men! They all had their mouths hanging open in shock. Like a lot of newly minted Marines, Robbie's very short hair and clean cut look made him look like a 15 year old in a costume. And even thought they knew he was gay from whatever he had done at the Y and his expert eating of Johnny's ass, hearing him casually admit not only to being a male prostitute, but to having turned his kid brothers into boy-whores too had them all in shock. I reached over and took the cigar out of Leroy's hand, and put it back in his mouth. Then I forced Rick back on Leroy's cock, and Johnny on Rick's. "What a bunch of pussies, Robbie-boi. Shocked by a little bit of innocent male prostitution."

Leroy growled at me. "Why, did you ever do anything like that, big shot?"

I took the cigar from him and sat on the edge of the sofa. "I guess it's true confessions time. Start eating this load of cum out of my ass, Robbie-cunt." The young jarhead dropped to his knees between my legs and I threw them on his shoulders. He WAS a DAMNED good ass-muncher. "Yeah. I've sold my dick a few dozen times as rough trade. A lot more before I finally came out, but a few times even in the last year. I'm a fucking truck driver, and when I drove long-haul, I'd get a lot of offers. I never saw a reason to turn down $20 for a blowjob I would have let the cocksucker have for free. The last time I hooked up with a john was four weeks ago. I was making a delivery to a factory, and the owner offered me $20 to fuck his ass. He wasn't bad looking, so I did it in his office, pretending to need a blowjob to get hard. I made the fucker gag, and then I made him squeal when I fucked him roughly, and he gave me $40. You should have seen the look on is face the next weekend when he walked into a gay bar and found me there, with my arm around a guy, swapping spit."

"What happened then?" Olaf asked. Well, he was following most of it. And was grinning.

I grinned back. "He called up my boss, and asked that I make all deliveries from now on. And I fuck him the same way for the same $40. Every Wednesday evening. My last delivery."

Robbie looked up. "But now he knows you're gay. Why...?"

"Hey, whore-boy. Do johns always make sense? Actually, it DOES make sense. Paying me to rough him up a little turns him on, and he feels safe knowing I won't turn on him. He's gotten fag-bashed a few times by other truck drivers who he paid, after they popped their nut in his ass-pussy. He knows that with me he's getting a real truck driver, not some gay whore dressed up as one, and since I'm also gay, so I won't go beyond what turns him on; making him gag really good, then slapping his ass while I fuck the crap out of his ass. You get all that cum out of my ass, cum-dump jarhead?"

"SIR, yes SIR!"

"Then I believe as the bottom of the food chain, you had a slave ass to eat. Unless Leroy is finally ready to fuck the crap out of Rick?"

Rick looked up "Please, sir? Fuck me like you know I need it, like you did in the ship that night to that redneck asshole? Make me squeal like a stuck pig."

Leroy looked at him. "STRIP, Chief pussy!" Rick stood up and began a slow strip "And Ike, give me my fucking stogie back, whore."

"Your ass will pay for that, Leroy." We grinned at each other as I motioned for Robbie to also strip.

"I know. That's why I said it, buddy! When you finally fuck me, I want it to be GOOD!"

I put the cigar back in his mouth as I gave his nips a few hard twists. "It won't be good, buddy. It will be GREAT. Since we're both looking forward to it so much."

Robbie was putting on a pretty good show, and revealed a few more surprises as he removed the dress uniform. That "innocent kid" look disappeared: Rob, Junior takes after me and his dad, and at just 19 was the second hairiest man in the room after me. I had to suspect that the kid spent most of his spare time on Base in the gym, since his body was the second most muscular after Leroy's, although Rick was a close third in both areas. An obviously new tattoo of Popeye was on his right ass-cheek, which had been shaved for the artwork, and a larger tattoo of the Marine Corps shield was on his right shoulder. Without the uniform, he looked very manly. And he obviously wanted to piss off sailors when they saw his hot, furry ass. He was looking for a rough fuck by sailors.

The doorbell rang, and I let Lars in. He came up the stairs and I opened the door. Rick froze when he saw his uniform and saluted. It was funny. Rick had his saliva wet hard on hanging out of his pants. Other than that, he was naked. Lars saluted back, casually. Rick looked confused at Olaf. "Are you a commander, too, sir?" Olaf looked confused until Lars translated, and he nodded.

"Wait. You two aren't just cadets? I thought the sailing ship insignia on your uniforms meant that you were."

Lars laughed. "Ike, I'm married and expecting a kid, and Olaf is about to get married. Didn't that hint that we were older than cadets? We're both officers from the Royal Naval Academy of Sweden. Our rank would be equal in your Navy to a commander." Olaf said something to him. Lars sighed. "Olaf said we should also have told you we are related to the royal family. But distantly, not in the succession at all."

I stared at him. "I'm a fucking truck driver who just confessed to being a male whore and you guys are princes and officers?"

"Seems I've missed all the fun!' Lars laughed, "First of all, minor nobles, not princes. And so what if we're officers? We earned our spots as instructors. We were both at our Academy at the earliest age possible, 17." Olaf said something in Swedish. "So, this hot young Marine is related to you and also a hustler, Olaf tells me? Well, if it makes the two of you feel better, we've both been paid for sex, too. More than once each. And a few times together as a set... uh, pair."

Rick giggled. "Well, if we're going to all be confessing, Ive hustled, too. Like Ike, as rough trade. And a few times as REALLY rough trade. Ive been paid a few times to beat up men and then fuck them raw."

"Lars, this little piece of Marine Corps shit here is the fairly nice son of the my cousin Rob, the man who made me love to hate jarheads. It turns out that he and his brothers hate his father as much as I do, and we've been discussing ways to wreck vengeance on the idiot's ass."

Lars grinned. "Excellent, I love plotting evil. Especially when the victim is a real asshole."

Robbie up looked at him "Sir, calling my dad a `real asshole' would be an insult to assholes. My dad is about the biggest pile of shit on the planet." He looked at me. "Ike, sir, where did you find these two? They're absolutely BEAUTIFUL. I may defect to Sweden."

I gave him a playful slap on the face. "The quiet one with the tree trunk for a dick is Olaf. That was his jizz-load you had such fun sucking out of my ass, cum-dump. The one with the big mouth is his cousin, Lars, who was the first man to fuck my ass. Olaf got sloppy seconds."

Robbie looked at me. "You mean you never got fucked until..?"

"Last night. Nope. I WAS a total top, but these two were just too much to say `no' to. Oh, Leroy has been the only other man in there. Sloppy thirds?" We all laughed. "And as far as I know, you can't defect to a friendly country."

Lars held Robbie's chin. "Ike, I could just eat up this adorable, hot young cousin of yours. I may adopt him. From the way he is being spoken to, I gather he is the bottom slave here now?" I nodded. "Well, I happen to be pretty good at breaking in slaves, am I not, Leroy? Why do you laugh, Ike?"

I grinned. "Well, we now have THREE slaves and four tops. Or two slaves, an aggressive bottom, and four tops who all like a dick up the ass when it's hung on the right man! And from what I've seen in the few minutes he's here, Junior need no breaking in. Just some good, hard riding. Rick, come here." I patted my lap. Lars watched in fascination as the hot redhead strutted over and sat on my lap, a muscular, tattooed arm over my neck. "Lars, meet Ricky, who is just ending his service as a Chief Petty Officer in the US Navy, from the same ship as Leroy. We spent the night together a few nights ago, and he is the loudest, most demanding bottom I have ever met. I had the third best night of my life with him. You two taking my virginity being the second best. YOU know why tonight was the best, but it's our secret, the three of us." I hummed as I grinned at the big Swede, who had removed his uniform. They shook hands.

"He can also be quite a hard top. I`ve heard about him from men on our ship. I know three men who are in love with him for his rough treatment of them." Leroy said. "As well as a fucking peeping tom! I know of at least one time when he watched me rough fuck a piece of white-trash while beating that big slab of man meat."

"Like you weren't putting a show on for me, buddy! I THOUGHT you knew that I was there, and you used that pussy for two hours to get me hot."

"Well, I always wanted a crack at your hot hairy ass! I hoped to get you so hot, you'd put out for me like you did for Gary Michaels."

John piped up. "Gary Michaels? A big, tough, light-skinned black stud around 35, with a body covered with tattoos and almost as much muscle as my wonderful Master here? Got out of the Navy about a year and a half ago to take care of his 15 year old son?" Both men nodded, grinning. "Holy shit! I've known him since the first week he got out of the Navy, and I never knew he was into men. He works construction with me. I just thought he was being friendly, and I was sort of keeping my distance because I was afraid I'd offer him my ass and he'd break my fucking jaw!"

Leroy laughed. "As queer as me and the chief. And you. If you HAD offered him your hot little ass, boi, he would have taken you up on it, and busted you a new asshole. The chief watched me rough fuck that redneck; well, I watch Gary use the chief one night in the Engine Room. I never knew Gary OWNED handcuffs before that night, or that the chief could take that much of a fucking like a man. I was impressed, Ricky-boi."

Rick mock-saluted the short black muscle man. "I have to admit, I almost started screaming towards the end, after he made me shoot my fifth or sixth load, and kept pile driving my ass. I WAS moaning some, and that turned the bastard on enough to finally pop his nut. I had his jism leaking out of me for two days, and walking was hard with my leg spread so far apart and my ass so sore."

I laughed. "Sounds like you're complaining."

He grinned. "Nah, boasting. You ever hear of a man take it from Gary for that long, Leroy, and not end up screaming for mercy? He didn't rough fuck on ship much, but when he did, EVERY man knew about it."

"Yeah, he told me that was really impressed by you. AND your hot ass. I bet he'll be really pleased to hear you're in New York, if your staying here."

"Well, Ike offered me the couch, or a place in his bed when it doesn't have a hot Swede in it. Or some other stud. I like New York, so I may decide to stay, eventually. Depends if I find a job. Not that I'm in a rush. I got plenty of savings, and my pension will kick in soon. Hell, maybe I'll do some rough sex hustling again. It's a fun way to earn some bucks." We all laughed. Lars was now looking at Rick as hungrily as he was at Junior. We really did have a bed shortage, as well as a problem with rooms, and the logistics with the toilet WAS a serious problem.

Lars saw me looking thoughtful. "Ike, you look worried. Is not this a fun time, all these hot men here with you? FOR you?"

"That's not the problem, Lars. It's the large number of studs, with one bathroom, and two beds. We're going to have to make a schedule to take shits, and consider pissing in the kitchen sink."

"NOT IN MY FUCKING KITCHEN, YOU WON'T!" roared Leroy. He took his job as Chief Chef seriously, and we were glad, since John and I were shitty cooks. We all laughed.

Lars said. "I see a sign that the apartment next door is for rent. The month is startig and it is empty. Do you think your landlord would be willing to rent it for a month or two to me and Olaf? Then we have extra room, and we get cheap furniture. We are NOT poor men, and can afford to do this, to make us all comfortable for fun."

John spoke up. "I rent this apartment. I'm sure that the old queen will LOVE to rent the apartment to you; it's been empty for the two years I've lived here because someone got murdered in there ten years ago, and that superstitious old queer feels he has to tell people, and scares them off."

"I do not fear ghosts, and I do not think any of us do?" We all agreed. "Then I will ask. I should add that I am not sure if Olaf and I are returning by sail to Sweden. I learn today from my uncle that we might have some assignments here." He said something to Olaf, who dragged him into John's bedroom and shut the door. A minute later we could hear them arguing in Swedish. Lars always appeared to call the shots, but Olaf was obviously ordering him around, and he was arguing back. We sat there, puzzled. Rick eased his ass up against Leroy's dick. Leroy whispered in his ear, and Rick shrugged as Leroy grinned and slapped him on the ass. The little muscle Master was waiting to see what was going on.

Junior knelt and began to suck Rick's big dick, and the hung redhead grabbed the young Marines head to force-feed him major dick. My young relative proved to be a world-class cocksucker, taking it all with a smile, and never gagging. It was an impressive show, but I was waiting to see how he did on the Swedes. Probably just as well, although Olaf MIGHT dislocate his jaw if he got as rough with the jarhead as Ricky was.

The door open. I was really surprised to see Olaf PUSH a red-faced Lars from the room, then follow behind him. Olaf barked something at Lars. "Ike, Olaf says that I should tell you something that I left out, and he wasn't sure if I did. I was not telling the truth entire about HIM before. I am minor noble, while Olaf is more closely related on his mother's side to the Royal Family. He is... I think it is called in English the second cousin, once removed, to our Queen. His chances of getting the Throne are remote; there are about seventy people ahead of him. But he is in the line of the succession, and a duke." We all gasped, staring at my handsome man.

"What may be happening is that he may be assigned to represent our Royal Family at a reception at your White House with our Ambassador, and I may be sent to Washington, too. As his sort of servant. I do not know if there is even an English word for the position. An assistant to a knight?"

Rick said quietly "A squire?" Lars nodded hesitantly.

I stared at the man I was falling in love with, who was some sort of PRINCE? I walked into the kitchen, got a beer, and no one followed me. I smelled cigar smoke, and the noises of sex from the living room again. A minute later, Olaf appeared, and sat next to me. We held hands. "I not lie, Ike. We decide not to tell people usually, because we then do not know if they like us or our titles. But I cannot be with you and not have you know the truth, once Lars tells me what his uncle, our representative from the UN, tells him."

"I'm just a little overwhelmed, Olaf. Does Lars know how we feel about each other?"

"I think he know last night how we feel, before we say anything. Ike, this may be good news for you and Olaf. If this do happen, and I do good job, I may be able to get assigned to US delegation in Washington or at UN. Not go back to Sweden at all."

"But your marriage...?

He shrugged. "I do not think Sonja would care. She marrying me to please wife of Lars, Anna. Her real love. And I not love her, either. But I love Ike."

I kissed his hand. "And I love you, Olaf, but I don't want you doing anything to hurt your career. Leaving the Navy to live with a poor faggot truck driver is NOT a good career move."

"I would have new assignment from Royal Navy, by Royal commanding. Our relationship would be no one's business, and I do NOT like anyone speaking this bad way of man I love. Even man I love!" He grinned at me. I kissed him.

"Olaf, I think I need some time to think. Would you mind if I went out for awhile alone, and left you to that orgy back there?"

He smiled. "I think I like to fuck Rick very hard and long, see if I can make him scream. I can be a gentle in bed, or I can be a real rough man in an ass. I think your Ricky like that part."

I grinned. "I KNOW that he would like that part." I yelled out "Hey, Rick! Haul your redheaded ass in here." We both grinned when Lars cursed at that. A few seconds later, Rick was in the room, saliva dripping down his chin. I heard Rob Junior give a bit of a happy cry. I was willing to bet that an angry Lars had just buried that long Viking lance of his balls deep in his unlubed ass, with just Rick`s spit on it. "Rick, I need some time alone, so I'm going for a walk. After I get dressed, Olaf wants to see how long it takes him to get you screaming from that tree branch he calls a dick plugging your ass as rough as he can." Rick saluted me with a grin. I went to my bedroom to get dressed, and when I returned a few minutes later, puffing on a fresh stogie, he was gagging on Olaf's fat cock, tears rolling down his face. I kissed Olaf goodbye, then slapped Rick hard on the ass, which he just wiggled.

As I left the apartment, Lars was indeed fucking the living hell out of a grinning young Marine, and the Swedish officer also was smiling happily. Leroy and John had disappeared into the bedroom, but I could hear Leroy spanking or paddling his "toy". And John's gleeful cries of lust. Man, how things had changed here in a few days!

I had no plan when I left the apartment, but my feet took me to Central Park, and the Rambles. I always suspected that the Victorian gentlemen who designed the Park had designed this are for the same use it has today: outdoor anonymous mansex. It was just dusk on this hot summer's evening, but there were as many hot men around and fucking as if it was past midnight. Most were in uniforms. I walked around, watching the action, then I let a hot sailor suck my cock for while, but I stepped aside for another eager man before shooting a load.

I stood and watched a Marine getting fisted in the middle of a crowd of horny men, laying on a large, flat rock in a clearing on a small hill. I'd never done that to anyone. Yet. If Rick or Robbie were experienced as fisting bottoms, and one of the other men knew how to do it, I would ask them to teach me, because I suddenly decided to do it to Rob, Senior, when we got our vengeance on him. Just as I made the decision, the man fisting the Marine worked in a second hand to the jarhead's muscular ass. He screamed, but his soft dick dribbled precum like a river. Man, did I want to do THAT to Rob, Senior. even if it DID turn the fucking faggot jarhead vet on! I was willing to bet that Junior's assessment was right, and his obsession with masculinity, as well as his continuous threats to rape me when I was a kid, meant he was experienced in mansex, and into it. I was willing to bet that when I asked him later, Junior would confirm that Rob had not dated a broad since Rose dumped his sorry ass.

I wandered deeper into the Rambles, and found myself doing the tit-torture dominance game with a British Marine Sergeant. My hatred of Marines is only aimed at American Marines. This stud was about 40, and I found him hot as hell. The hairy fucker was almost as well built as Leroy, and I found myself growing less resistant to the idea of giving in to him. My ass was well fucked and still pretty well greased, if that was what he wanted, and I would be honored to suck his balls dry. On the other hand I would be just as happy to pound his manly ass into jelly.

We had an audience, which was getting me very horny, and THAT was making my already well-worked nipples more sensitive. We both had cocksuckers kneeling at our feet, licking our dicks, and he had an uncut beauty, smaller than any of the three that had already screwed me, but still a nice piece of meat. In fact, we were hung almost identically, except his dic curved. I began sweating, and finally lowered my eyes, and hands. The Brit had won.

He pushed aside the two cocksucker, and forced me to my knees. I found myself with my nose buried in his pubic hair, fighting not to gag on his prong. I had my hands on his hairy, bare ass, encouraging him to keep at it, and he leaned over to play with my ass cheeks. He growled at me "Get it good and wet, Yank. I'm ramming it up your bum hard and long, and shooting my seed in you. Then I might go home with you and do it again."

I was using my tongue inside his foreskin, and wetting his cock down well. He dragged me by my shirt to my feet, and kissed me in a manly way. I grabbed his head, and returned the kiss. "You think you're a real stud, huh, Yank? Well, you met your match tonight."

I pushed back. "You ARE a hot stud, but don't think that winning our little game makes ME less of one, asshole. I'm with you because I want to be, and you're with me for the same reason, so get off of it, Limey. You are FAR from my match, but since some REAL men got my ass-cherry last night, I'm curious about other studs. So you're lucky. You're getting a ride in the tightest, hottest asshole you've ever fucked, because I want you in there. IF you do a good enough job, I MAY invite you back to a hot orgy going on at my apartment. Sailors, Marines, and my construction worker roommate. I'm a fucking truck driver, not some office working pansy dressed up like one. You're as gay as I am, so don't get so puffed up that my nips were already so worked over that you're the first man to beat me at this. Ever. Stud."

I grinned at him. He stared at me, then started to laugh in a deep, rich rolling, laugh. "Yank, you have bullocks! I like that!" He slapped me on the back. "You're a real man, alright. I spend so much time BEING my bloody JOB that I forget to be a MAN. And you're right. I'm as gay as you are, so where do I get off putting you down? Because so many gay men get off on it."

I shook his hand "You have THAT right. You just pulled that shit on one who sees through it. I know that if I held out a few more minutes, YOU would have just as happily fallen to YOUR knees, and right now I'd be fucking your hot butch ass."

He turned me around, growling: "Well, you didn't hold out, punk. So your arse is MINE now. Let's see just how bloody tight that hole really is!"

He bent me over the back of a park bench, and eased his dick into my ass crack. Growling, I gritted my teeth and rammed back my ass, impaling myself on his cock. He howled. "Bloody hell! You DO have the tightest man-cunt I`ve ever fucked!"

"Then get to it, stud!" I grunted. "I'm waiting for some fucking action!"

And he gave it to me! In front of about twenty masturbating men. Those two cocksuckers found some big dicks to suck, and soon half of the watching men were getting sucked, or had an ass to fuck. But we were the center of it, and they were all panting as they watched my Marine screw my butt. Slowly, the men began to shot their loads, until it was just the two of us. My Brit buddy began to grunt, then I felt him ram in and flood my guts!

I tossed him on the bench back in my place, and rammed into him, knowing from my fingering of his ass when I sucked him that he was well greased. He HOWLED at my cock entering him, but was soon pushing back for more. A few minutes later, as I pulled on his nips, I returned his load to his ass. His ass began to spasm as my pulling on his tits made him shoot another load on the bench back.

After we got our clothes back together I took out my cigar case, and lit one. The British Marine asked for one, and we leaned against a tree, watching a French sailor getting fucked by a teenaged guy with a HUGE cock, commenting loudly on the young stud's excellent fucking style and the sailor's eagerness at getting rammed by that big dick. The sailor shot his wad, then pulled away from the kid, unable to take any more. I shook hands with my fucker, and headed home. When I turned around, the teen had his big, fat prong in my Marine friend, getting sloppy seconds on my hot load. The kid grinned at me, and gave me a thumbs up. I considered watching the show and bringing them both home, then remembered that we were already overcrowded. But they were both so fucking hot!

I had a pad in my pocket that I used at work, and used my pencil to wrote two notes. I gave them both my phone number. The Marine was invited to call me the next night after eight PM if he was at lose ends, assuring him that that the orgy I had mentioned would still be in progress. I invited the kid to call me after the "naval invasion" was over, "to get together and see what happened". I went back, and put the note to the kid in his shirt pocket, and the Marine, who was now naked and howling, got the note in his hand. As I walked away. I heard him call out to me: "I'll be calling you, mate. My name is Clyde!" I waved goodbye as Clyde howled again as the kid prodded his ass-nut with that big prong. "Bloody hell, mate. I need to be able to close my arse later!" They laughed as I heard a hand slap skin. That kid was some fucker!

I returned home, picking up some more beer on the way, as well as some barbecued chickens with some coleslaw, potato salad and rolls. Our chef was a bit busy for cooking, and I wasn't sure if there was enough food in the house for all those hungry fuckers. When I got to the corner, I discovered the little hardware store still open, and decided to make a set of keys for the apartment for Leroy, now that he was positively moving in.

While I was at it, I had a second spare set of keys made. With all of these men coming and going, it might come in useful, and someone else might end up moving in. I cut off the idea of WHICH person that might be. In the last couple of hours while I was wandering around alone, I had decided that if I pretended Olaf was just going home as scheduled, it would be less painful if that other plan fell through. Besides, I really wondered about the long-term possibilities of a couple with such widely differing backgrounds. I was a working stiff with, I admitted, too much pride to live off of a rich boyfriend; he was a gawddamned duke, and probably would tire of "slumming it" in a former tenement walkup after our initial lust cooled down. Not that I could see myself getting tired of HIM; he was wonderful. I just failed to see what I could offer such a man in the long run.

Now, it was time to go home and spent the remaining time that I had with the man I loved. The thought made me grin. I was in love for the first time in my life, and acting like a goofy teenager. And I fucking loved it!

When I came in, Robbie was asleep on the sofa. His ass was bright red from a spanking or strapping, and cum was leaking from his fucked-raw asshole. He had a big grin on his sleeping face, but the kid must have been hungry, because the smell of the chicken woke him up as I walked passed him. I grinned at him. "Well, cum-dump. You seem to be enjoying your stay here."

"Cousin Ike, I love it here. You have a permanent house guest. Better than staying with my old man, and knowing I'm with YOU instead of HIM should really get his goat. I called the twins. They'll be here later tonight or tomorrow. They have a standing date tonight with a well-paying john who adores their bodies. Literally." He sniffed. "Smells like YOU had a good time on your walk. You smell of fresh jizz."

Slapping his red ass, I ordered him to shut the fuck up, put the beer in the fridge and enjoy some chicken. He swaggered off grinning, cum drooling down his leg. John's bedroom door was open. I looked in, since he usually keeps it closed when with a partner. I got a big surprise. John was having a ball fucking Lars' hot ass, and Lars was fucking a grinning Leroy, who was on his back with his legs splayed. The hot muscle-top saw me over his partners' shoulders and waved. I winked at him and hefted my crotch. "You can have sloppy seconds, Ike." he called out, laughing. I waved as I left.

I went into my room. Olaf was power fucking a delirious Rick, who had such a big puddle of cum on his chest and belly that I HAD to ask: "How many loads did he fuck out of you, Red?"

His voice was hoarse when he gasped out "Nine. In a fucking row! And he`s had me screaming on and off since the fourth."

I kissed Olaf. "And how many have you put in his ass, my man?" I winked at him, reminding him of his calling me the man he loved.

Rick growled "NONE! The fuckin stud has been pounding me since you left, and doesn't seem close!" He moaned, them began to scream as he had another orgasm. His balls were empty, and just a little dribbled out, but he went wild. "Help!" he cried, huskily.

I leaned over and began to passionately kiss the big Swede. He whimpered after a minute of that. He pulled out of my redheaded buddy, gently pushing me back, gasping, "A reward the hot stud deserves." He grabbed Ricky's head, and slipped his red cock into his mouth. Rick eagerly nursed on it, not making an attempt to get more than the fat head of that cock in his mouth. I went back to kissing Olaf, and played with his nipples. He muttered to me "You smell like you had a nice walk." He then started to flood Rick's mouth with a massive load as we both laughed.

I heard Rob laughing from the door. I turned. He was munching on a chicken leg, and had a can of beer in his hand. I glared at him. "Hey, I heard Rick screaming, and I wanted to watch the fucking show. Now I'm eager for MY turn with your boyfriend, Cousin Ike." He snorted at my fierce stare. "Drop the dirty look! We all know what's going on between your two, and hope it works out for you. But I haven't heard either of you swear off fucking other men, and if he can make an experienced man like RICK scream, I want some, too. Although I still want YOU in me, first."

"I'm curious, punk. You said before that you thought your dad was queer. Has he dated since your mom split?"

He smirked at me. "You're a smart man. Yeah, he's dated, the same way you did. How can a single man in our neighborhood not date? But he's never had a steady girlfriend, never had any of them spend the night or even fucked any of them in the house, and he wouldn't have been shy about proving his virility to us in that way. The man has no modesty, and spends half of his time naked, looking at himself in the mirror. All three of us have seen him jerking off often, and he just kept going when he saw us watching, grinning at us. He has a lot of buddies as masculinity obsessed as he is, and they spend a lot of time together, without broads. All are single or divorced. We figured out that he was balling with them, because he'd have that well-fucked look when he came home from a poker game' at a single buddy's apartment at four in the morning. But he would kill himself before admitting he's gay. Your assumption when you first saw me that he told me you were queer? He never said squat to us. The twins found out from your brother Jim, and they wrote to me. Whats wrong? Why are you staring at me like that, Ike?"

"MY brother told your brothers that I was GAY? He must have had a good time laughing at that!" I snorted in anger.

"According to Cal, he was proud of you."

"JIMMY??? My brother? PROUD of his FAGGOT brother?" I snarled.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Ike?" It was like a cartoon light bulb went on over his head. "Oh. You mean, you think there's a problem between you and Jim?"

"Think? Jimmy hasn't fucking spoken to me since the day I came out to the family! I tried to call him a few times after that, and he fucking HUNG UP on me!"

Rob looked shocked. And then the doorbell rung. "Well, unless I'm wrong, that's my brothers. You can ask them yourself!"

"Great," I muttered. "Two more horny men in this tiny dump. WHY did I allow this fucking family reunion?"

Olaf hugged me from behind. "Perhaps it is time for it? And perhaps there is a... how to say it?" he giggled, "A language problem with your brother?"

I leaned back against him. Rick was fast asleep, a satisfied grin on his exhausted face. "Perhaps. Or PERHAPS those asshole boy-whores got it backwards."

Olaf licked my ear as he started to pull my clothes off "Perhaps.." he breathed in my ear. "Perhaps. We see soon enough, my love."

Suddenly, I forgot about my brother, and the pain his rejection had caused me. I had Olaf's love. For the time, that was enough. Now I prayed that he got that new assignment... Or did I? I still worried: would things work out of he did? We were SO passionate now, but how would things be if he WAS really HERE? If this wasn't just an exciting, holiday affair? I realized that I had never had a real relationship with a person before, female or male. It had always been about sex, or hiding my being gay. COULD I be in a long term relationship? I wanted it, especially with Olaf... but...?

I sighed. He was holding me tight, and making love to my neck as he took off the last of my clothes. His new erection was poking me in the ass. Well, there was evidence of his fondness for my body, at least. I was surprised the man could get hard after fucking Ricky for almost two solid hours.

I muttered to myself something my Gramps always said to me when I worried about something I had no control over: "Let tomorrow solve itself, Ike."

Olaf hugged me tighter as he hissed in my ear "Yessss."

to be continued.....

Copyright 2010 "Ike"

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Other stories by me are listed in the NIFTY archives under "Prolific Writers", under the name "Oldtimer25". Let me know how you like them, and if you have any suggestions for this series. Remember, it takes place in 1976.