Here is part four.
"Derek Diq"
This is a completely fictional story of all male sexuality. If you do not want to read such a story, you should stop reading and think about how you ended up here. If you did not want to read another of these disclaimers -- too bad, you just have. Always, always practise safe sex, unlike the people in the story, who are imaginary and thus never get sick unless otherwise indicated. This story is free for all. It should not be distributed for money. No one may charge you money for it. Copyright Derek Diq 1999. Feel free to mail me with comments or questions at derekdiq@hotmail.com. Just keep it real.
The Tensome Guys Go To Bed Part Four: Markku & N'Komo ...and Kaveem & Mitchell
by Derek Diq
As soon as Yury and Mahmet had left the compartment, Kaveem got up and grabbed his own stiff cock by the base.
"All right, who wants to get busy again?" He smiled cockily, waving his thick, erect, close to nine-inch cock in front of him. He looked like an Indian god of sex, if by any chance there is such a god in India. He had godlike muscle definition anyway, and with his smooth chest and long, dark hair, he had the three other guys eyeing him all over.
The three guys watching Kaveem all reacted in similar ways. Mitchell, N'Komo, and Markku had been very turned on when they saw Kaveem shave Mahmet's ass. Even though they hadn't seemed all that impressed by it as they lay resting after blowing their loads, they had been watching it closely. Now, all of them were just as erect and horny as Kaveem--and from where he was standing he could see that very clearly, so his question was just a way to get things started.
Mitchell stood up, his erect penis sticking out in front of him, and walked over to Kaveem. He put his muscular arms around Kaveem's neck and kissed the guy on the lips. Their tongues connected and started caressing each other, moving from one man's mouth to the other.
Kaveem and Mitchell had their eyes closed, so when they felt a mouth engulfing both their hardons at once, they had to look down. It was Markku, who had missed out on sucking Kaveem's cock earlier, when the other two men present did. Soon, Markku swallowed Kaveem's cock and left Mitchell on his own. Kaveem was in heaven again.
After a short while Mitchell decided to try something else. He let go of Kaveem, and their mouths parted reluctantly. Markku was on his hands and knees in front of Kaveem, worshipping his thick slab of man-meat. Mitchell positioned himself behind the very muscular Finn, grabbing a bottle of lube from one of the chairs next to him.
"If you don't want me to do this, tell me now," Mitchell said, not expecting an answer. And he did not get one, because Markku was way too busy lapping at Kaveem's balls. Instead, Markku actually flexed his ass upwards, spreading his strong buttocks apart to give Mitchell a better view of his puckered pink hole.
Mitchell drew a breath of excitement. The sight was even hotter than he had expected. A hairless crack where the sphincter was only a shade darker than the rest of the smooth skin. Mitchell could see that Markku enjoyed it, because his hole opened and closed with every lap at Kaveem's crotch. Very inviting. Mitchell placed a lubed finger at the opening and felt Markku's reflexes grab it.
Meanwhile, N'Komo had joined Markku in licking Kaveem's balls. He had done so once before--but even though it felt great, he did it mostly so that he could kiss Markku once in a while too. Their tongues met across the tip of Kaveem's rod.
"Go on, stand up you too," Markku said to the handsome Nigerian. Both of them were extremely well hung, and both of them were body builders. They made a nice couple. One a blond Finn, one a dark Nigerian, both just as heavily loaded with powerful muscles and meaty dick.
N'Komo rose to his feet. Well over nine inches of amazingly thick manhood blocked much of his view of Markku at first, but then Markku left Kaveem and took on the other erection in front of his eyes. N'Komo sighed with pleasure as inch after inch of his huge throbber went down Markku's tight throat.
At 6'3", N'Komo was taller than Kaveem, who was 6'1". The only guy who was taller than N'Komo was kneeling in front of him, worshipping his cock.
Markku used his tongue to caress the fat tube running down the back of N'Komo's truncheon, from his low-hanging balls to the very end of it, opening up as a slit in the hot glans. Right now, that tube was sending some more precum up to Markku's mouth. Salty and slimey, it was just what Markku wanted.
Another thing that Markku wanted was at the same time entering his ass. Mitchell pushed slowly, stopping once in a while to let Markku decide the pace. Mitchell had his hands on Markku's hips and pulled him closer as he pushed his own hips forward. Soon he was all the way inside of Markku, and his pace was picking up.
"How 'bout some of this, dude?" Mitchell heard Kaveem say.
He looked up. Kaveem, now abandoned by the horny Markku, was standing to the right of him. With his right hand, Kaveem had a firm grasp of his own rigid cock. He bucked his hips toward Mitchell and smiled.
"That looks good, Kaveem." Mitchell smiled back at him and licked his lips.
While still inside of Markku, Mitchell reached over and pulled Kaveem closer by his balls.
"Ow!"
"Come on, just a bit closer. I don't wanna give this ass up just yet..."
The American redhead was teasing Kaveem, but they both knew that it was going to be good--and neither of them wanted to miss anything, so Kaveem let Mitchell lead him by the balls. When he was close enough, Mitchell bent forward and swallowed Kaveem's pounding head. He continued down, sucking hard as he got more and more of the good-looking young man's meat in his mouth.
With his mouth full of Kaveem's fat, swollen cock, Mitchell buried his own aching member deep inside the muscular Finn. He cared less and less about Markku's pace, thinking more and more of his own, hoping that Markku would follow. And the guy did. Lustingly.
Mitchell could feel his hips meet the smooth, hot skin on Markku's tight ass. Pushing in, pulling out, pushing in again. The two men met halfway each time.
Kaveem watched Mitchell move above Markku, but at that angle he could not see Mitchell's raging cock enter Markku's crack. Mitchell himself was in the way, and since he was giving such expert care to Kaveem's cock, Kaveem did not really mind the lack of view. The view he did have was quite good too--Mitchell's smooth back and round ass flexing as he pounded away at the blond man who was standing on his hands and knees eating N'Komo's huge black manhood.
Obviously, N'Komo was enjoying this like crazy. He felt the throat of the cocksucker in front of him tighten as he pushed forward, but Markku sucked harder and moved closer to have his face fucked. Markku wanted it just as bad there as he wanted Mitchell ramming him deep inside his sweet ass.
Bringing his black cock further in than before, N'Komo started moving his hips to the pace that Markku indicated. Placing his hands on Markku's shoulders, he could get even enjoyment out of the situation.
"Oooooh, this feels gooooood!!!" he groaned.
Markku, of course, could only grunt in response as the two men were fucking his two hot openings with increasing force. He could feel his mighty organ grow and throb. Holding on to N'Komo's firm thighs, he pressed himself against Mitchell one more time and started blasting his load across the floor beneath his muscular chest. Mitchell could feel Markku's muscles clamp down on his penetrating organ, creating more resistance and more pleasure for each time he pushed in.
The guys looked at Markku as he spewed his juices. They were all impressed that he had been able to come without anything touching his hard penis. N'Komo felt Markku suck even harder as the orgasm shook his strong body. Markku gripped N'Komo's thighs tighter, pulling himself closer to the massive organ which he was enjoying down his throat.
"Damn, that was amazing!" N'Komo said to him. Kaveem looked at his two friends and just nodded and smiled in agreement.
"Keep it up, man. It feels just great," N'Komo continued.
Markku moved with N'Komo as they kept up their pleasurable activity. Mitchell was giving Kaveem a similar treatment.
Suddenly, Kaveem could hold back no longer. He felt Mitchell's soft lips move along the shaft of his cock. Mitchell had started close to his moist pubic hairs at the base and halted when only the head remained in his mouth. He shot his load when Mitchell started playing with his foreskin, using both his hands to pull as much skin as possible up to his lips, at the same time as he licked and sucked the throbbing head.
Mitchell lapped and sucked and swallowed, taking as much as possible of the hard penis into his mouth. He wanted to swallow the whole load, and he actually managed to do it. In front of him, Markku dropped his hands to the floor again and began to lower his ass away from Mitchell's pulsating erection.
Mitchell stopped fucking Markku and concentrated on Kaveem. He slid down in front of Kaveem, holding his painfully erect cock in one hand and caressing Kaveem's body with the other. With a few short strokes, he too was cumming hard. Most of his sperm sprayed all over Kaveem's feet and shins, but Kaveem did not move an inch. His cock was still buried in Mitchell's mouth. As it was softening, Mitchell could get all of it in.
When Mitchell started moving his tongue around the soft skin and flesh which filled his mouth, he could feel it starting to grow again.
"Maybe we should go to another compartment and continue on our own," Kaveem said.
Mitchell released the male organ from his mouth in order to answer.
"Yeah, that'd be great." He smiled. His lips were shiny with saliva and a hint of salty cum. His voice was coarse with longing and cum.
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