Tuna of the Sea

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***************** Tuna Of The Sea 1 *****************

By Matt Dawnstar

He was new to the submarine. His name was Mark and he was only nineteen. He stood about 5'7", dark brown hair, piercing green eyes and no facial hair. Not even any peach fuzz.

Adonis? Yes, that would fit. He was surely my idea of an adonis. And to top it off, his basket was the biggest one on the boat. It was obvious that this kid was hung like no one I'd ever met.

Oh, me....I'm Wayne. I was twenty-six at the time. This was nineteen eighty-two. It doesn't matter the precise date, even if I could remember it. Days and dates have no real meaning on board a fleet ballistic submarine. All you care about is that you are going to be cut off from the outside world for 75 days. So you start at 75 and count backwards.

I have red hair, stand six feet tall, am slender and in pretty good shape. I have always kept myself clean shaven and then was no different.

Anyway....back to what I was getting to.

I could never get enough of him, Mark. When he walked into a room, nothing else mattered to me. I would discreetly follow all his movements.

He seemed always happy and more than just a bit naive. He reminded me of the classic description of the proverbial farm- boy. Oh how I wanted to educate him to the real world.

Now mind you, sex between the guys on board did not run rampant. You never heard of it, in fact. But I knew a few of the guys that managed to get away from the rest of the crew from time to time and get it on. And I was one of those. But we never advertised the fact. The Navy did more than just frown on that sort of activity.

Being one of the senior men on board I had little time for such activities. I'd been on this submarine for four and a half years, longer than anyone else presently on board. So there was much expected of me. Most of that something involved time. Time teaching the younger men what I knew of our boat.

But every so often I would get enough spare time to go do some laundry. Normally, one of the seamen would do my laundry,but every once in a while I just wanted to do it myself. Besides, the laundry room was a nice place to escape from the rest of the hassles of my job, if only for a little while.

There was finally one of those times in my day when I had time for laundry. I was looking forward to sitting in the laundry room just listening to the machines run, my eyes closed and my mind wandering.

When I arrived, the light was on. I could see it outlining the closed door.

"Oh shit," I thought. "Well, maybe they're almost done and I can still have my time."

So I cracked open the door just a bit to see who was in there. And who should it be but Mark. And what was he doing.... Jacking Off.

"Alright!" I thought. "Now don't waste this opportunity."

He hadn't heard the door open over the noise of the machines. His back was to the door, but there was no mistaking the motion of this hand and arm.

I opened the door as quietly as I could and closed it behind me.

"Ahem!"

Mark nearly killed himself spinning around in that small space. He'd been so startled that he hadn't even thought to put his cock back in his pants. So there he stood, cock pointing at me, and the most horrified look on his face.

I guess I should explain that the laundry room was really only big enough for two people to be in. It was five feet wide and the aisle was maybe three and half or four feet. So there wasn't really any place for him to go. Besides, I was blocking the door.

"Don't stop on my account."

His mouth was moving but there were no words coming out.

I took this time to really look at this farm boy. Besides having his pants open and cock hanging out, he was shirtless. And being shirtless I got my first look at his chest. It was beautiful. Smooth, hairless, with two luscious pink nipples. To say Mark was fair skinned would have been an understatement. But he was just what I wanted.

Now I have seen large cocks in my time, but never one like this. I had dreamt of his cock for a long time. But my dreams didn't even come close to the reality. It pointed a good ten inches in my direction and was the thickest cock ever, at least two inches.

Mark finally found his voice.

"What are you going to do? You going to tell everyone that you caught me jacking off?"

"Hell no, Mark. Everyone on board does that."

This surprised him. "Really?"

"Sure! They just don't generally get caught in the act." I smiled. "Besides, if I told everyone, you'd get a line a mile long outside this door to get a look at that weapon."

Mark blushed at this.

"May I ask you a personal question?" I asked.

"I guess." How could he refuse.

"You ever let someone help you with that?"

This was not at all what he had expected.

"Do you have the girls lined up to get a piece of you?"

Still no response. In fact he was blushing even more than before. He finally shook his head in answer, evidently not trusting his voice.

"You've never had sex with anyone?" I asked calmly.

"Uh, uh. Didn't want to get laugh out of school or beat up by the guys."

"You don't find girls interesting and you haven't dared to ask the guys. Sounds like you have had it rough. Tell you what, if you are still interested I'd be more than just a little willing to help you out and show you what it's like to have sex with a man."

Mark's eyes widened. But I could see that he was still unsure.

"Mark, let me let you in on a little secret. I'm gay."

He stood for a few moments absorbing this little bit of information. It was always like that with me. I was a very straight acting gay and people found it more than just a little hard to believe that I was gay. Of course many gays don't fit the stereotype.

Mark finally nodded his willingness.

"Let's start out easy with this. First of all we probably should find someplace a little safer for this. Get yourself put back together and we'll go back to the log room. We'll be less likely to get caught."

Actually, Bud was on watch in the area where the log room was and he was one of my regular patrol lovers. So I wasn't worried.

All I'd have to do was let him know what I was up to and he'd keep a watch for trouble.

The log room was where the most current manuals were stored and where I did a lot of my work since it was my job to make sure that all the manuals in Engineering were kept up. So this was my office and I had one of only three keys on board.

Mark did seem a bit more relaxed once we got to the log room and I locked the door.

I stepped up to Mark and placed my hands gently on his shoulders.

"I know you're nervous, so we'll start out slowly. You've never touched another man before, so let's start with that. Go ahead and put your hand on my crotch."

He was hesitant but he did as I said.

"Now that wasn't so hard." His touch was light, and it thrilled me. He cupped my crotch in his right hand while I rubbed his shoulders. "Now rub it gently."

He did and I could see that his interest grew as my cock began to swell.

"I'll just stand here. You decide when you're ready for a look at my cock and then go ahead and take it out."

The more my cock grew, the more excited he got. He started breathing deeply. But he hadn't looked at my crotch as yet.

After about two minutes of this he finally looked long and hard at the bulge that had developed in my pants. As he looked I noticed that his other hand was slowly moving toward my pants.

He struggled a bit with the belt, but finally unfastened it.

Then it was a simple matter for him to unbutton and unzip my pants. My pants fell easily to the floor leaving me standing there in my jockey shorts.

Mark again cupped my cock and balls in his right hand and started massaging them. His touch was gentle. Some guys get carried away their first time out and grope too rough. But not Mark. It was almost like he was worshiping my tool.

It didn't take long for him to reach up and pull down my jockeys. My cock was so hard that once released from its prison, it slapped against my stomach and then settled out, pointing directly at Mark's massive bulge.

Mark hesitated, his hand a mere inch from my throbbing cock.

He looked into my eyes, a questioning look in his eyes.

"Really, it's alright. I want you to touch me." He just needed encouragement and to know that I thought it was OK for him to be doing this.

He closed that small distance and wrapped his hand around my rock hard seven inches. Oh his hand was soft and his touch feather light. I sighed as he began slowly stroking me.

"Now I'm going to touch you, the same thing you've just done to me."

I mimicked his actions precisely. My first touch of his crotch caused my cock to jump. I wanted to rip the clothes off his body. But I proceeded slowly, allowing him the time to get used to these new sensations.

I took about three minutes before I had his cock in my hand.

Never had I experienced such lust before. His tool was throbbing and he was moaning. I had to have this boy now.

I had Mark step into one corner of the small room while I reached under the counter and pulled out a mattress I kept there for just such occasions. I spread it out on the floor, it was a perfect fit, and had Mark kneel on it.

I knelt in front of him after removing the remainder of my clothing and began to remove his shirt and T-shirt.

As much as I wanted him, I still didn't want to scare him off by moving faster than he was ready. We had to live together on this submarine for a couple more months and I did not want him to fear my presence.

"What's next, Mark?"

He looked at me rather sheepishly. "May....may I....suck it?"

"Oh yes. Please."

I sat down in front of him and he leaned over and slowly took my cock in his mouth. Again, he was gentle. Such soft lips. He was particularly careful not to scrape his teeth on my shaft, something I figured I'd have to warn him of.

My legs on either side of his body and leaning on my hands I watched that dark brown hair bob up and down on my cock.

"Mmmmmm. That feels great, Mark. I think you and I are going to be good friends."

This encouraged him and his pace stepped up a bit.

I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and let the feelings overcome me. My lust had so overtaken me that it took no time at all for me reach the explosion point.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered. I wanted him to have the chance to take his mouth away if he didn't want to swallow my cum.

But he was a game kid. He started fucking my cock even faster. I took only seconds and I was pumping cum down that young virgin throat. He didn't get it all, but he got most of it down. He next began to clean up the small mess that had collected on my balls and at the base of my cock. Then he took my cock back into his mouth and cleaned it thoroughly.

This felt so good that I almost immediately got another hard-on. He seemed to be unwilling to let it go, too.

"Wait, Mark," I said gently, slowly pulling his mouth off my cock. "I'd like to show you how much I enjoyed that. May I suck your cock now?"

Mark seemed embarrassed as he looked down between his legs. Following his gaze I was amazed. So enthralled by what he was doing to me I had been unaware that he had cum too. A huge puddle of the creamy white substance lay there between my legs right where my balls hung lowest.

"It just happened," he whispered.

I reached into the puddle and scooped most of it into my hand and placed that hand to my mouth and licked up his juices.

"Mmmmmmmmm. That's good."

Mark was somewhat surprised by this action, but still managed a small smile.

"I bet you can do that again, though," I said as I gently pushed him into a laying position.

"Really?"

"Let's try."

I knelt there between his legs and admired the limp machinery that nature had seen fit to bestow on this boy. It looked like a virgin cock, if that is possible. It seemed so soft and tender, I mean more than just being your average soft cock.

I placed my hands on his legs just above the knees and began massaging him, moving ever so closer to that cock with each upward stroke. Then, without touching his crotch, I moved up to his hips, then his stomach and finally spent some quality time massaging the nipples on his hairless chest. His skin was so soft and excited me so that I could feel myself building toward another blast.

"Ahhhhhhhh."

He liked that a lot. I looked down and watched as that cock of his rapidly grew in size as my efforts at stimulating him paid off.

Seeing that he was enjoying this, I leaned over and gently sucked on each nipple.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm."

Not able to stand the suspense any longer, I moved down and put the head of his now fully erect cock in my mouth and began running my tongue over every inch of that magnificent mushroom, occasionally sticking my tongue in the piss slit. Then I slowly worked my way down until that entire rod was in my mouth and down my throat.

What surprised me most about this was that I was able to take that entire ten inches with no effort what so ever. And it tasted as soft as it looked.

I pumped his cock a couple of times then moved down and sucked on each of his balls. They were as equally magnificent as his cock. Large, round, nearly hairless. I sucked each one into my mouth and gently massaged them with my tongue.

Mark was beginning to squirm a bit, enjoying these new sensations.

I decided that Mark was so into this that I could move even further and show him yet one more erotic zone that he probably never knew he had. So I moved a little lower and began licking that area just below his balls.

I spread his ass cheeks next and moved closer and closer until finally my tongue was massaging his cute little pucker. This drove Mark into new waves of motion as he moaned and groaned and pushed his ass into my face.

I worked this moment for everything I could get, licking around and over that hole and finally pushing my tongue into that orifice.

I looked up and saw that his cock was pulsing wildly and I knew that he was very near to cumming. So I quickly sucked on my middle finger until it was good and wet and then slowly penetrated his virgin ass.

"I'm gonna cum, Wayne," he whispered through gritted teeth.

"I know."

I took his cock into my mouth and started fucking my face with it. My free hand reached up and toyed with his nipples. His body was wild with motion.

Then, with sudden finality, his body stiffened, his cock grew to new sizes and he began to pump his love juices down my throat. At that same moment I started cumming all over the mattress.

And what a load. It was as if he'd never cum before in his life and his body had gallons of the creamy white milk to give me. He pumped, I sucked, his ass squeezed my finger. His hips gave one giant heave upward. I swallowed as fast as I could and was just barely able to keep up with his release.

When he had finally stopped cumming, I sucked on that tool until he had gone completely soft and was as squeaky clean as it had ever been.

Mark was breathing deeply, eyes closed, spent. I got up and lay next to him on the mattress, our faces nearly touching.

"Thank you, Mark."

His eyes opened, those gorgeous green eyes smiling. "For what?"

"For letting me be your first. That is a privilege I will not forget."

"Is it always that good?"

I hesitated. "Well, it can be. Some guys don't do all the things I like. Choose your partners carefully though and it can be just as good as this was."

Mark was positively glowing. He couldn't stop smiling.

I leaned over and stopped the smile by kissing him. His body tensed slightly, not having expected this. But as I got more passionate with the kiss, he relaxed and pressed closer. Our lips and tongues mingled, our bodies massaging each other.

We kissed for nearly five minutes then got dressed, straightened up. I then went to my bunk and Mark relaxed before having to go on watch.

Later that day, I managed to persuade his Chief that he needed to change the duty roster because I was helping Mark with his qualifications and we needed to be on the same schedule.

Needless to say, Mark and I studied much more than qualifications.

***************** Tuna of the Sea 2 *****************

By Matt Dawnstar

Well, it's Wayne again. This time I'll tell you about an interesting wake-up I did one day on the submarine. But let me start by telling you about Wes.

Wes was 20. He stood about 5'10" with dark black hair. He was young, but didn't look as young as he really was. He had a more mature look about him. He acted very macho, and I had no reason to disbelieve that impression.

Oh sure, I'd wanted to get into those bulging pants of his for some time, but he never gave any indication that he was interested. I'd seen him many times in the showers, and his cock looked mighty tasty. It was about eight, thick inches.

Well, let me get to the story.

We had been at sea for about six weeks. We were on our home-bound stretch and everyone was more than just a little tired. It had been a particularly grueling patrol. Very busy with less sleep than we would have liked. But then, that was how patrols went from time to time.

So here I was in the crew's mess. It was just after three in the morning. I was the only one there except for the morning cook, Jack.

I had just finished a long watch with little sleep and was just getting ready to hit the skid. (That's a bunk for you non- navy types).

"Do me a favor, Wayne," asked Jack as I headed for the crew's bunking area. "Wes is supposed to be up. Could you give him a shake for me?"

"Sure thing, Jack. I pass right by his bunk."

So off I went. Down the ladder to the berthing area. I got to Wes' bunk and stuck my hand inside the curtain and gave him a shake. No response. He must really have had a hard night.

I repositioned my hand onto his hip and gave him a good shake this time.

"Come on, Wes. It's time to hit the deck."

My hand still on his hip, Wes turned onto his back. And where should I find my hand but right square on his crotch. And behind the material of his cutoffs, Wes always wore cutoffs to bed, was his rock hard cock.

"Huh?" was all the reply I got.

Oh this was just too good an opportunity to pass up. I had to try. So I started rubbing his crotch as I spoke.

"Wes, Jack said it's time for you to give him a hand with getting breakfast started."

Instead of a verbal reply all I got was a hip thrust as Wes dug his crotch into my massaging palm. At the same time I suddenly felt this hand on my crotch. Looking down I saw Wes' hand stuck out of the curtain massaging me.

Taking that as an affirmative to my ministrations, what else could it be, I started rubbing his crotch in earnest. After a few minutes of this I decided I wanted more than this, so I unzipped his cutoffs and unfastened the button. Then I reached my unoccupied hand into his bunk and pulled down his cutoffs.

I was sure, now, that Wes was fully aware of what was going on because he lifted his hips so that I could get those cutoffs down more easily.

I dared not stick my head into his bunk for fear that someone would sneak up on us unawares. At least this way we could make it seem that I was simply waking Wes.

I was able to see through the crack in the curtain where my arm penetrated, and there was just enough light coming from the head (Navy for restroom) next to Wes' bunk to see his cock and balls.

I wrapped my hand around his pulsing cock and before I could start jacking him off, he began to fuck my hand.

I let him do this for awhile then I released his cock and began playing with his balls. He liked this too, because he started grinding his hips into his bunk.

Me? I was hard as a rock from Wes' relentless rubbing. I just knew that I was going to cum in my shorts real soon. So I put my hand back around Wes' cock and started jacking him off while he picked up his fucking motion.

It didn't take but a couple more minutes and Wes' body stiffened, his cock enlarged and I could feel the pulsing of cum shooting and I could see that cum as it spewed from his throbbing cock head all over his body.

At that same moment my body let go with a load of hot creamy cum into my shorts.

Wes' body relaxed finally and his hand disappeared back into his bunk and took my hand off of his cock. I heard the sounds as he pulled his cutoffs back on. I wondered what his response was going to be to all of this. I soon found out.

"I'm awake,thanks. Tell Jack I'll be there in a moment."

This told me that he'd enjoyed it but that he didn't want to discuss it. I decided that I wouldn't press the issue. If he wanted more of that he would ask.

I finally saw Wes a couple of days later in the passageway.

"What's happening, Wes?"

"Not much." He hesitated. "Thank you for the other morning, but I'd like to forget it happened."

"Sure. I'm not sure either of us really knew what we were doing."

I said this so as to give him the impression that I was as disconcerted with what had happened as he was. This way he'd know that I would not be back for a repeat performance.

Sure, I had enjoyed it, but it was not worth losing a friend or making things difficult in the cramped quarters we were forced to live in.

I will not soon forget that morning, though. ******************* TUNA OF THE SEA - 3 *******************

By Matt Dawnstar

Let's see....James had just turned eighteen, Mike was twenty-three, and me, hi - I'm Wayne, had just turned 21.

We were all in the Navy and stationed at the time at the Great Lakes Naval Base. This was a school command. There were many different schools here. But we were all going to the Navy Electronic Technician School. We were in different classes but we were all in the same barracks. In fact, Mike and I had the same room.

But even though I had a room in the barracks, I also had an apartment off base. Myself and my roommate, who does not come in to this story, had rented a one bedroom apartment in a little town about thirty minutes away.

It was an upstairs apartment. You entered the apartment and found yourself in the small kitchen. To the left off the kitchen was the bathroom. To the right was the living room. Off the living room, almost behind the kitchen, was the one bedroom. In the bedroom was a queen sized bed.

Now the bed belonged to my roommate, and since he was not gay, I ended up sleeping on the couch. Unequitable? Maybe. But it was better than spending all of my time on the base.

We had lots more fun at the apartment than we ever would have on base. You see, the apartment was where we held the parties. And they were always full of drinking and varied amounts and kinds of drugs. It was a great life.

My roommate had the duty on base, which meant he wouldn't be home until the following morning, late. In the apartment this night were James, Mike and myself, and we were having a bang up time.

The pot we had on hand was always the finest and we had taken full advantage of its quality. We had then started drinking straight shots of tequila.

Well, after about two hours of this you can bet that we were all pretty well wasted. Wasted enough so that James and I were lounging in the two chairs that occupied the living room and Mike was sitting on the floor between us.

I don't even remember what we were discussing. For all I know we were just sitting there and staring into space. What happened next, however, I will not soon forget.

Mike turns to me and says;

"Wayne, help James stand up in front of me."

Well, that seemed odd. But the way we were feeling...well, hell, it just didn't matter. So I stumbled over to where James sat and helped him into a standing, if that is what you could call it, position.

Now James looked his eighteen years. Young, slender, almost a baby face. Mike on the other hand looked to be in his late twenties. Me I looked twenty-one.

James had brown hair and blue eyes, while Mike had black hair, brown eyes and a moustache. I was just as red headed as I'll always be.

So, anyway, here I am, standing in the middle of the room trying to steady this teenager who'd had more than his limit in drugs and booze. I'm wondering just what the hell Mike is going to do.

What he did surprised the hell out of me. He reaches up and starts unfastening James' pants, and before I know it, James is naked from the waste down. And the odd thing is that he really doesn't mind.

Now I had not had sex with a man since just before I left for bootcamp, almost nine months earlier. Mike had never indicated an interest in the subject and I had always been sure that James was not interested. Well what a surprise.

James stood in front of Mike, calmly, while Mike took that huge, hard cock in his hand and began massaging it. James nearly melted in my hands.

Mike massaged that cock for only a moment of two.

"Help me get him onto the bed, Wayne."

Ok, I thought. I'll go along with this. But what am I going to get out of this.

Into the bedroom we go, Mike leading the way. Then Mike proceeds to take the rest of James' clothing off and then lays him out on the bed, his legs dangling off the end of the bed.

Then Mike gets completely naked and lays down beside of James and begins to stroke and suck on James' cock. That thing was at least eight inches long, and I couldn't even guess as to its diameter. Remember, I haven't seen but one hard cock in my life and it was a tiny one compared to this one.

Anyway, there they are, laid out on the bed, Mike making love to this amazing tool. Me, I'm just standing off to the side watching. I wasn't sure that I was invited. I was awful polite in those days.

Of course, my cock is hard as a rock and trying to bust its way out of my pants. Oh I wanted James' cock. But it was engaged. But Mike's hard six inches wasn't and I would have settled for that.

"Come join us," is all Mike says, noticing the bulge in my pants.

Oh happy day, I thought. I immediately stripped off my clothes and got down on my knees on the opposite side of James' hips. Mike immediately starts moving up James' body, leaving James' cock unattended to.

As Mike moves up to lay beside James, their two cocks rub against each other. I just at this chance and take both cocks into my hand and then into my mouth.

This really tastes great. Their pre fuck juices mingle in my mouth and I swallow. I wonder what their cum would taste like mingled in my mouth and throat. I decide to find out.

I suck energetically on those two poles as James and Mike kiss and moan in unison. I can't tell precisely what they are doing, my mind occupied with other matters, but I can tell that they are both enjoying the sensations passing between them and me.

I take both hands and begin rubbing the inside of their thighs gently. Then I move them to their balls and begin pulling and massaging them. I'd like to suck on their balls, but am afraid that if I release their cocks that Mike will move up and stick his cock in James' mouth. I decided to be greedy and keep them both for myself...at least for now.

Their bodies begin go really move. They are squirming with delight. They are breathing deeper and faster. And they are doing it in unison.

Pre-cum is flowing from both their cocks and I can sense that they are not far from the point of cumming. Oh, please, I think. Cum together in my mouth. I want to taste your mingled juices.

And cum they did, too. And with two cocks cumming in me at once, I was unable to keep up the pace. Cum shot down my throat and dripped down my chin onto James' balls. They are both stiff with excitement as they release their pent up passion.

It seemed like forever, but they both finally shot their last. But I did not release them from my hold. I was bound and determined to get every drop of their essence. I sucked on their poles until they were squeaky clean, then I started to lick their balls. I licked Mike's first. Not because they had cum on them, but because I wanted him to stay where he was. Then I moved to James' balls and gave the thorough washing they needed.

When I was satisfied with the job, I released them.

"Fantastic!!!" was all that Mike could say.

"More!!" said James.

"How about me, guys?" I said, standing to reveal my rigid rod.

James looks at it and motions for me to sit on his chest.

"Yea, get up on his chest," says Mike. But he seems to have something else on his mind.

So, not knowing what precisely these two have in mind, I hop up on the bed and straddle James' face. But before I can set my ass on his chest, Mike takes his hands and begins massaging my ass cheeks.

Now I had never had anyone play with my ass before. But I loved the sensation of his hands rubbing my ass. So I positioned myself so that my knees were on either side of James' head and my ass was in the air.

Now James had moved up onto the bed to that he was completely on it. He had propped his head up with three pillows so that it would not be a strain on his neck as he sucked on my cock. Mike on the other hand was kneeling behind me, between James' legs.

I wondered just what Mike had in mind. He had run out of the bedroom while James and I got situated. I thought to go piss. But he quickly returned with a bottle of lotion. I wondered what for. But James had started sucking on my cock by this time and I decided it was not worth wondering about. The only thing worth my attention were those young, teenage lips that were engulfing my seven inches of hot meat.

Meanwhile, Mike is not idol. He starts in again, massaging my cheeks, moving ever closer to my asshole. And as he gets closer I discover that it was really getting me hot. He rubs and rubs until, finally, his finger touches and massages my hole.

I nearly ignite with excitement. How can that feel so good, I wonder briefly. Oh, who cares.

"Oh god," I moan. "Don't stop, either of you."

I look down and see James smiling. Then I feel a totally unreal thing. I had thought that a finger on my ass what great. That was nothing compared to what I felt when Mike started licking my ass with his tongue.

James moves down to my balls and begins sucking on them and licking at the base of and on either side of my ball sack. I must be in heaven.

Suddenly a new sensation overwhelms me. It is a combination of pain and pleasure.

"Relax, Wayne," says Mike. "It will go in easier if you relax."

There is Mike, his arms wrapped around my waist and his cock penetrating my asshole. So I try to relax. What else can I do. If I decline, James may stop what he's doing. And Mike will definitely be pissed. So I try. And it works.

I feel his head squeeze in and he slowly begins to push his entire cock in. And the more I relax, the easier it gets. And the easier it gets, the more profound the feeling gets.

Suddenly I feel his balls against my ass and decide that he is fully in. And it feels great. Kind of full, but great.

Slowly Mike begins to fuck me. And as I get more accustomed to the feeling, the more it excites me. James on the other hand has never stopped. He has my cock back in his mouth and he is letting the motion created by Mike's action do all the work.

I feel Mike fucking me and get really turned on my seeing my cock fucking James' mouth. James' is excited too, because I can feel his arm wrapped around my leg and his is jacking himself off.

I never thought I'd like getting fucked, but I am loving it at this moment.

It doesn't take long at all for all of us to reach the height of passion.

I'm the first to go, erupting into James' mouth. And as I cum, I feel my ass tighten around Mike's cock. He is the next to start cumming, only seconds behind me. And beneath me I feel James convulsing as he cums, shooting cum all over the three of us. And what an awesome thing, feeling Mike shooting his joy juice into me.

We all collapsed after cumming and breathed deeply, no one saying a word. Finally, James begins rubbing his cum into our bodies. And this starts us all onto more and even better things that night. Needless to say, not one of us got much sleep that night. By the time we quit, we were so exhausted that we just barely had enough energy to clean up our mess before my roommate got home.

There was a lot of smiling going on in that house when my roommate got home. But he thought it was due to the drugs and booze. Little did he know.