Chapter 8: Randy Gets It in the End
I'm sure Randy knew the rules, but Ford took delight in reciting them anyway.
"You blew Ian [that's me] and me last time," he began. "So this time we get to fuck you. And since you haven't ever blown Vance or Jeff--" Ford stopped, then looked hard at Randy, "You HAVEN'T ever blown them, have you?" Randy shook his head, so Ford continued, "So you just have to blow them. Unless you WANT them to fuck you?" Ford asked.
Randy had seen the donkey-dick between Jeff's legs. There was no way he wanted THAT thing up his ass. "No," Randy said. "I'll suck them." I don't think he was happy either way, but sucking seemed like the less distasteful alternative. Personally, I'd rate sucking far higher than getting fucked, or even doing the fucking myself.
Ford then looked at me. "I believe you have the honor of popping his cherry," Ford told me. "Hop to it. I want MY chance at his ass."
"Get on the bed," I ordered Randy. "On your back." Then I added, "I want to see your face while I'm fucking you." Now where did THAT come from? Usually I'm so nice when I'm having sex.
Randy got on the bed, then slowly laid down on his back. He watched-everyone watched as I went over to my pants and got something out. I held it up; it was a foil-wrapped condom. "I want protection from his ass," I said. "There's NO telling what's been up it!" I then moved over to the bed.
In the meantime, Jeff went to his closet and got something out. It was a bottle of lube. How thoughtful! Jeff handed it to me and said, "He's likely to be tight. You'll need all the help you can get." Then he looked at Randy, looking like he was on his way to being executed. Well, speared maybe. "You'll also need all the help you can get," Jeff said.
I got between Randy's legs. "Bend your knees," I told him. Then I turned to Vance, on whose bed we were playing. "Do you have a pillow we can use?" Vance handed me a pillow. I moved to slide it under Randy's ass and lower back. At least he was clever enough to raise his ass off the bed to give me room.
My cock was rock hard all the meanwhile; it knew what it was going to do. I ripped open the condom and handed the foil to Jeff, who'd gotten pretty close; to watch the action. Then I heard a click and looked over at Vance. He'd gotten out a camera and was taking pictures of his idol-me, that is-going at it on his bed. I turned to face him, and spread my legs as I unrolled the rubber down my cock. Vance moved in to within inches to take a closeup of my engorged cock. I then got back onto my knees and positioned myself between Randy's knees.
I then took some lube in my hand and started rubbing it up and down Randy's crack. My hand circled closer and closer around its target, but I made no move to enter. I wanted to relax him first. I was soon ready to get down to business, so I slid my left arm under Randy's knees and lifted upward, exposing his rounded cheeks, and waiting asshole to all the world-and Vance's camera. God, what a great ass! Hairless, perfectly round cheeks, the result of hours of sit ups and running. I spread Randy's legs a little and motioned for Vance to move in and get a picture. THAT one was a keeper!
I got a gob of lube on my middle finger and attempted to push it into Randy's asshole. It was locked shut. "You've got to relax," I said to Randy, who by now had his eyes shut and teeth clenched. "Now open your eyes and look at me," I ordered. Randy opened them, albeit reluctantly. "What a wuss!" I thought.
"Now relax your asshole," I said. No dice, my finger still wouldn't go in. "Look, Randy," I told him, "I can do this easy or hard, your choice." Randy's asshole was still clenched. "I guess it's going to be the hard way," I thought. I closed my fist, all but the middle finger.
I brought my fist down on Randy's balls, hard enough to get his attention, but not hard enough to cause him great pain. "Ow," he exclaimed, in surprise as much as in pain. I moved my hand quickly. Yes! Success! The surprise or the pain made Randy take his attention off his ass, so my middle finger slid in to the hilt.
Randy's sphincter made to push my finger out, but I pressed back. I then started wiggling it around, making room for other fingers, then soon my cock.
Randy tried his best to resist, but with the lube on my finger, and the additional lube I worked into his hole, he couldn't do much.
I pulled my middle finger most of the way out of Randy's ass. "Relief," Randy's ass must have thought, but not for long. I quickly dribbled some lube on my index finger, then slid it into Randy's asshole next to my middle finger. Randy grunted at the added width parting his cheeks. I slid my fingers in and out, as much to relax Randy's butt as to make more room for my cock.
Somehow I got my ring finger most of the way into Randy's ass. After working THREE fingers in and out a few times, and spreading my fingers apart, I decided it was not or never. I pulled my fingers out of Randy's asshole, aimed my cock, and pressed my body forward.
Nothing happened. Randy's asshole had closed as soon as my fingers had retreated. Not wanting to lose momentum, I once again made a fist and pounded it into Randy's balls. I guess in my eagerness I must have pounded a little too hard; Randy gave a shriek and started to reach for his balls. I seized the opportunity, aimed, and rammed it in to the hilt.
Randy's ass closed around my cock, almost too tightly. I stayed there, then turned to Jeff. "Do you have a towel I can use to wipe my hands?" Jeff handed me a towel and I wiped the lube from my hands. If nothing else, I'm neat.
I pressed my body forward, forcing Randy's outspread legs back further. My head was now directly over Randy's. I smiled at him. He did not smile back.
If anything, he looked awfully unhappy. Well, next time he should play Tales better. Or smoke less dope.
I pulled my hips up slightly, withdrawing much of my cock from its resting place, then pushed it back in. This time it went right in; either Randy's ass had given up, or maybe it decided it was enjoying being fucked. Somehow I thought the former was more likely. Too bad. Maybe I'd press harder and reach that magic button deep in every man's ass. THEN Randy would enjoy his fucking.
In and out I moved my hips, fucking away. Vance moved between my legs, then turned over onto his back. Had he opened his mouth he could have licked my balls, the was that close. I felt him moving his hands around, then felt some heat and saw a great flash as Vance took a snapshot of my cock fucking Randy's ass. I don't know what Vance planned to do with those pictures; he could have gotten a mint from some porno magazine.
Suddenly I looked up at the clock on Jeff's headboard. Shit! There was no way all four of us were going to be done by Randy in the time we had left before Midnight Madness. Then I had an idea. I pushed hard on Randy's butt, harder than I had while fucking him. "Slide up the bed," I told him. Randy looked up at me, not understanding. I pushed again, and he started sliding on the sheets towards the end of the bed. "That's right," I said. "Keep sliding."
The top of Randy's head was soon off the end of the bed. Then the rest of his head. Then the tops of his shoulders. "That's enough," I thought. I looked up at Vance. "Put down the camera," I told him. "Now get over here."
Vance moved closer. "You came in second, so you get your blow job next. In fact, right now. We don't have lots of time before Ford and I have to go, so Randy's going to do us two at a time." Now Vance comprehended me, and smiled. Ford gave a chuckle; Jeff actually clapped with delight.
Vance moved closer. His cock jutted out from his body. His gigantic balls hung down, pendulously, full of manjuice. God did they look yummy. "Damn! How come I'm not the one who's going to be sucking on it? I thought. "He [Randy] doesn't even want it!"
"Open up," Vance said. Randy just laid there. I couldn't hit his balls this time; they were buried beneath his legs, and my body. This time I picked up my hands and reached for Randy's tits. My nails are a little long-I forgot to trim them when I was in the shower earlier; so they dug into Randy's tits.
THAT got his attention. He opened his mouth to protest. Vance pushed Randy's head back and slipped his cock into Randy's waiting mouth. "Now suck," Vance told him. Randy started sucking.
Vance's cock wasn't very large (all his growth was in his balls), so Randy could suck and breath without difficulty. Vance started sliding his cock in and out of Randy's mouth. I started move MY cock in and out of Randy's ass, thrusting as deep as I could. Soon Vance and I moved in rhythm, his thrusts down Randy's mouth in time with my thrusts. That made things easier for both of us; Randy's body stopped sliding on the bed.
As for Jeff, he picked up Vance's camera and took a couple of close ups of Randy sucking on Vance's cock. I said to Jeff, "Get your camera ready." Jeff waited, looking at me. I leaned forward, then stuck out my tongue invitingly at Vance. Vance leaned forward, still working his cock in and out of Randy's mouth.
Our faces moved closer. Then at last Vance's lips brushed mine. Jeff snapped a picture, then snapped again as Vance put his arms around my shoulders and drew me closer. Vance's tongue entered my mouth, pushing deeper as his cock pushed deeper into Randy's mouth. I felt my body tingle with pleasure as we kissed.
Then I heard Randy give a whimper. Oops. My hands were still resting on Randy's chest, propping me up. As Vance and I kissed, my fingers clenched. Unfortunately for Randy, his tits were still in my grasp. But what's this? Randy seemed to writhe a little and tighten his ass as I played with his tits. I guess even straight boys can have sensitive tits. Too bad so few of them will let anyone, even their girlfriends, play with them. If only they knw what they were missing.
So I started working on Randy's tits, kneading them, rubbing them, resting my weight on my fingers and flicking my thumb nails across them, caressing them gently with just the tips of my fingers. Randy actually thrust HIS hips upward as if to engulf my cock further. Then he gave a bigger shudder, and a squeal-as best as he could squeal with his mouth full of cock.
Bingo! I'd hit Randy's prostate with the tip of my cock and he'd reacted as expected. I pulled my hips out, aimed again, and thrust forward. Another bull's eye! Randy quivered and again thrust his hips forward. I guess his mouth also reacted, Vance suddenly moaned in pleasure as Randy suddenly sucked harder.
I was getting close, and I knew Vance was also. I whispered, "Quicker" to Vance. In perfect time with one another we sped up our thrusting. I kept my aim true, getting it right just about every time, hitting Randy's prostate and causing electricity to run from his ass to his tits, which I was still playing with. I felt Randy's stiff cock beneath my belly; he might be straight, but was not immune to such an attack on his erogenous zones.
"I'm also there," Vance gasped. He quickened his thrusts. I quickened mine.
I worked on Randy's tits as I pounded away. Suddenly Vance stopped, let out a hoarse shout, and came. That made Randy clench his sphincter yet harder around my cock. That, in turn, was enough to set ME off. I came and came, still poking away at Randy's ass. Then RANDY gave a moan, as best he could with his mouth full of cock and cum. I felt a stickiness on my belly. Randy, this STRAIGHT boy, was cumming from being fucked.
Vance stood up, pulling his lips away from mine. He stood there, gritting his teeth, cumming and cumming yet again. I guess with balls that big it takes a while to empty them! Randy sucked gamely, but some cum ran out of the side of his mouth. Vance caught it in his hand. HE didn't want a mess on the floor.
In the meantime I was filling the rubber up Randy's butt. And Randy was thrusting his own hips as he spurted, making a mess on my chest. Too bad for him. His mess, he could clean it off. With his tongue.
At last Vance was done, and pulled his cock from Randy's mouth. Then he turned his hand over and stuck it in Randy's face. "You missed some," Vance said. As Randy opened his mouth to say, "Fuck you," Vance moved his hand forward. At the same time I took hold of Randy's tits again. I guess they were still sore; he was licking Vance's hand like a dog licking its balls.
I reached for my crotch, being careful not to run my hand on my belly. I took hold of the rubber and slowly withdrew my cock from Randy's ass. I rested my ass on my ankles and slowly rolled the rubber up and off my cock, being careful not to spill any of my seed. Like I said, I'm neat.
I looked around. Jeff saw my predicament and picked up a wastebasket and held it close. I dropped the rubber in. Jeff told me later, incidentally, that when Jeff went to empty the wastebasket in the Dumpster outside, he noticed that the rubber was missing. Hell, if I'd known that, I would have given it directly to Vance as a present.
Randy laid there, his mouth and ass sore and his cock spent. We let him lay there for a couple of minutes. Jeff handed me a towel to clean my chest off with. I shook my head and said, "It's HIS mess [pointing at Randy]; HE can clean it up." Jeff grinned wickedly, then picked up Vance's camera and got ready.
Randy sat up, then swung his legs off the bed. He looked a little dazed. I moved towards him, then thrust my belly, sticky with Randy's cum, at Randy's face. "Clean it up," I ordered. Randy looked up, not comprehending. "It's YOUR mess," I informed him, "So YOU get to clean it up. Randy looked around for a towel. "With your mouth, dummy," I commaned.
THAT sunk in. But since my legs were spread around Randy's knees he couldn't get up. And I guess he figured with four of us there, he'd BETTER clean me up. He leaned his head forward, closed his eyes, and stuck out his tongue. I took hold of Randy's head and guided it around my belly and chest. Randy lapped up his own cum. Jeff took a couple of pictures. Finally I was satisfied, so I got off of Randy. I grabbed a towel and wiped off my cock, and rubbed Randy's drool from my chest. And then it was Ford's and Jeff's turn.
"Just a minute," Vance said. "I need to change film." Randy looked up at that. I think he was going to protest that pictures were being taken. But like I said, with four of us there, there wasn't much Randy could do. And, in case you're wondering, we did NOT use the pictures for blackmail. They went into Vance's jerk-off portfolio. I have a couple of those pictures, also.
Ford declared, "I want to fuck you doggie style, so get on your knees and lean forward." Randy climbed back onto the bed and did as ordered. "Spread your knees a little," Ford said. Randy did.
Ford grabbed for the lube and ran a handful up and down his hard-on. This was in the days before AIDS, so we didn't worry about wearing rubbers. I'd only worn one to keep my cock clean. He grabbed another handful and ran it around and in Randy's asshole, not that it needed any; it was still slick from MY invasion.
Ford aimed his cock, Vance took a picture, and Ford leaned forward. He shoved his cock in-no gentle fucker was he. Randy gave a grunt of pain. Ford is a bit better hung than I am, so Randy's asshole was stretched wider than it had been. Ford stayed in for a few moments, giving Randy a chance to adjust, before he started fucking.
Jeff realized it was HIS turn, also. His cock, all ten inches of it, wiggled back and forth as Jeff got onto the bed and spread his legs. Jeff was sitting, and slid himself forward. He grabbed Randy's arms and positioned them outside of his legs. Now Jeff could move forward so his cock was within range of Randy's mouth. "Suck it," he said.
Randy tried; I'll give him that. He got the first four inches down before starting to gag. That angle is not the best way to suck on a large cock, especially if you're not very practiced. His gagging stopped, and he took hold of Jeff's cock at the base and held it steady as he once again started sucking.
I guess Jeff was impatient; he grabbed Randy on the sides of his head and pulled downward. Randy sputtered and gasped, but Jeff did not let go. At last Jeff pulled Randy's head back, and let Randy take a breath. Jeff pulled Randy's head forward again.
In the meantime, Ford was fucking away. He had his hands on Randy's shoulders and was pivoting his hips back and forth. He gave a little cry, almost yipping, with each thrust. HE was happy.
Vance grabbed his camera and snapped a couple of shots of Randy getting fucked. He then took some pictures of Randy's poor attempts to suck on Jeff's giant. Jeff looked over at Vance, grinning. He then pulled Randy's head from his cock. "Lick my balls," he ordered.
Jeff rested his weight on his arms and thrust his balls forward. Randy had no choice but to lick them. Vance got a couple of great shots. Too bad you could hardly see Jeff's balls through all that hair. Oh for a razor and a couple of minutes with that cock and balls.
Suddenly Jeff realized he was going about it all wrong. He bent first one leg, then the other, behind him. Now he was resting on his knees, and his cock was more head on (get the pun?) to Randy's mouth. "Suck it," he once again commanded, and Randy opened his mouth. Jeff could now get maybe seven inches of his cock down Randy's gullet. He pulled it out, leaving just the tip in, and letting Randy catch his breath. Then he thrust again.
I was rock hard again. Suddenly I felt a hand on my cock. I looked down; Vance was sitting next to me and slowly working his hand back and forth on my cock. I didn't say anything; I was primed and ready to go again. If Vance wanted to do it-and let everyone in the room know he was gay, as if they didn't-well, who was I to argue?
I spread my legs wider. I took Vance's hand from my cock and rested it on my thigh. Vance looked at me. I reached across our bodies and got hold of Vance's other hand and pulled. Suddenly Vance got the idea. He twisted his body and sank to his knees in front of me. I guided his head forward onto my cock.
God what a scene we must have made! Ford, that god of a jock, fucking Randy's ass. Jeff, hung like a horse, shoving his ten inches down Randy's throat. And me, not bad in the looks department myself, getting a blowjob from the cutest guy in the frat house.
Vance was good, I'll grant him that. Of course he had help; I was watching such hot action that how could I help but get close again quickly? Ford was yipping away, even Jeff was making humming noises as Randy sucked.
Ford moved his hands to Randy's hips. He kind of got up off his knees and started fucking like there was no tomorrow. Then JEFF got going, shoving more and more of his monster meat down poor Randy's throat. VANCE could hear the action behind him, so HE was sucking like a calf at his mother's teat.
Ford gave a roar, shoved his cock yet deeper up Randy's butt hole and came. Jeff gave a sudden thrust and all ten of his inches disappeared down Randy's throat. I could almost see Randy's throat expand as each spurt of cum erupted from Jeff's cock. Then I came. Vance, of course, had no trouble swallowing every drop, but of course he had had more practice than Randy. And since it was my second time in under half an hour, I did not spew as much.
And then we all looked at one another and smiled. Well, all but Randy, who still had Ford's cock buried up his ass and Jeff's cock down his throat. Hell, that thing was so big that even I would have trouble grinning with it down my throat.
But all good things must come to an end, as they say. Ford looked up and broke the silence with, "Hey, we gotta go. I want to shower and then you [looking at me] and we have to go get our costumes on and down to the theatre. With that he pulled his cock out of Randy's asshole, which closed with an audible fart. Jeff also starting disengaging his cock from Randy's mouth, while I looked around for a towel with which to wipe my cock. And Vance sat there at my feet, looking up at me adoringly, almost like a puppy looking up at its master.
I wiped off my cock and threw on my pants. Ford climbed off the bed, wiped off HIS cock and likewise drew his pants on, not bothering with underwear. Jeff sat there, saying "I'll wait to take my shower. You guys go first. It doesn't matter what time I get to the theatre." Vance asked, "Can I take a shower with you?" "Why not?" I thought. There were four shower stalls and Ford and I would only take up two.
And Randy, well, he just laid there, his ass and his throat sore from the mauling they'd just gotten. I couldn't blame him, he wasn't used to getting fucked or having to suck a giant cock like Jeff's (I said, "having to suck a giant cock?" For many of us that would be, "GETTING to suck a giant cock...")
Finally he got up and sort of staggered as he threw on his clothes.
As Ford and I left, shirtless and carrying most of our clothes, I turned to Jeff and said, "Thanks for being such a gracious host." Then Ford turned to Randy and said, "Thanks for having such a nice asshole." Four of us cracked up at that; Randy muttered, "Fuck you" under his breath. Then Ford and I and Vance headed off to our respective rooms chuckling all the while as we remembered how Randy got it in the end.