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Still looking up at him, I smiled and opened my mouth.
"Attaboy, swallowed it all, huh?"
"Yessir, told you I would."
He grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up to my feet.
"Put that thing away, man," he said, indicating my cock. Then he started laughing.
"You fucker, DON'T put yours away."
He did anyway. Then, "So, want another beer?"
PART 6
I'd hung out with George in his garage, having several beers with him. I even helped him unpack some of the boxes.
"Wow," said George. "First a blowjob and now you're helping me unpack."
"Ulterior motive," I said, nodding to the left. "Ping pong table."
"And?"
"And I was hoping to get enough boxes out of the way so we could play."
"You're really that much into ping pong?"
"Partly, and partly because I always play shirtless."
"Shirtless ping pong?"
"Yeah, both of us shirtless, in case you hadn't guessed. But there's still not enough space in this garage to play a game."
"Is there something you want to ask me?" Before I had a chance to give any kind of answer, he pulled front of his shirt up to nearly his armpits and the shirt stayed put above big rounded pecs completely covered with a thick mat of dark chest hair.
"Fuck me," I said under my breath.
I could have sworn I heard "soon" from him, but that could have been wishful thinking. "So you like?"
"Jesus Christ, you're needy."
Dead silence, but then he let me off the hook and started laughing. We both laughed, perhaps a bit too much, for a bit too long.
I checked my watch. "Holy shit, it's late! I had no idea. I've gotta go home. I have an early day tomorrow."
"Hey, thanks for the--the help."
"It's ok, you can say `blowjob'".
"No, ass. I was going to thank you for helping me with so much unpacking."
"Well, there was beer," I smirked, feeling as if things were back to being a little more balanced between us.
"See you `round the neighborhood, Doc."
"You ass."
"Next time." And I left.
So that was the first time I'd met George, and saw his dick, and tasted his cum. And saw his hairy chest. Yeah, that last one made just as big an impact as anything else that was said or done that evening.
Back to the current situation in the steam room: though I did see George around in the intervening months, and I'd even sucked him off a few more times in those first few weeks, after the rest of his family arrived in San Francisco things had changed. I met his family, got to be friends with his wife. I enjoyed being around his daughters, even. And while his wife had no problem with gay people, I started having a little bit of a problem with the furtive cocksucking that I was doing with her husband behind her back. Call me old fashioned.
George and I never spoke about it, and things just naturally evolved into a friendly neighbor situation.
At least it seemed that way until now: not only was George boned up and angling for me to take care of him, he was trash-talking me to the blond dude.
"I never say no to fine pussy," the blond guy said.
"What?" I answered, maybe too quickly. "What pussy here?"
"If something had been leaking out of you, it would have been some other guy's sperm, wouldn't it." It wasn't a question.
"Well, I --"
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now why don't you get your lips around my prick to get it nice and wet. I don't like dry fucks."
George offered, "I"m guessing his ass will be juicy enough even if your dick isn't wet."
"I don't fuck guys in the ass!" Blond guy announced. Then, "But I never turn down the chance to fuck a whore's cunt."
I froze. I didn't know if his intent was malice, or whether he was just looking to dip that beautiful, huge wick of his. I looked to George, silently, for help in this.
"Yeah, buddy, I'm pretty sure he's been whoring already today."
I shot daggers at George, but now he was rubbing the matted-down fur on his pecs, catching his nips with his thumbs. He knew that would distract me, goddammit, and it did.
The blond guy reached over to George's lap and wrapped his hand around George's stiff prick, surprising us both. "We both need this whore on our cocks. But who's first?"
"Listen," I said, "the management here doesn't like it when stuff goes on in here."
"Says the guy leaking jizz from his hole." Blondie again.
"I like this gym, love it, in fact. I don't want to risk doing something crazy in here and get myself banned from here."
George spoke, seemingly ignoring the fact the blond guy was still stroking his big dick, "Joe, meet Rob, the owner."
Still feeling defensive I blurted, "Owner of what?" My thoughts going to a dark place.
"Owner of this gym, dork."
I looked at the blond stud, his one hand still gripping George's dick and his other stroking his own heavy meat. "Yeah, I'm Rob." He didn't stop his activities just to shake my hand.
I tried not to look put off by it. "And I'm--"
Rob ignored me again, "--the whore. Joe the whore. Joe the cumwhore."
Suddenly I was in bizarro world: a minute ago I thought I'd be kicked out of this gym for doing stuff in the steam room, and now I was entertaining thoughts that I might lose my membership if I didn't. My cock jerked and spat out a glob of precum, which I could feel running down the front of my shaft. That in turn made me blush, but I knew that neither Rob nor George could see the effect on me, and the blushing, well, we were in a fucking steam room.
"Fucking steam room," I mumbled, and chuckled at my word choice.
Rob spoke, "Tell you what, whor--Joe, let's say those rules are suspended. Ownership, privileges, all that."
"Uhh, ok. Soooo..."
"So move over here and sit between us, and get busy on my cock."
With zero hesitation, I did as he said. They moved apart, giving me enough room to sit there and still be able to lean over into Rob's lap. It's true what they say, you know, that removing all the hair around your cock makes it look a lot bigger. It's also true that Rob's dick would have looked enormous even if he had a full bush. And as I was imagining a huge dick with a full bush, I thought of George's piece, and felt his hand on my hairy, thick thigh.
A moan slipped out of me and I closed my mouth around the huge (but still completely covered in foreskin, and then some) cock head and managed to get my tongue inside the skin, running it around directly on Rob's cock head.
"Jesus fuck! So hot!" Rob groaned. "Faggot knows what he's doing."
I pulled up off of his cock said one word: "Don't."
"Hey, sorry, man. I didn't mean anything by--"
"--then please don't use that word," I said. My turn to cut him off.
"Sorry." Rob said again, genuinely. "You cumwhore."
I started to laugh in spite of myself, as did Rob. At least until my mouth went back down on his cock, this time getting nearly half of it into my mouth. That shut him up right away. Ironic, since I was the was one with the full mouth. A hand landed on the back of my neck--Rob's hand--and he traced the muscles of my back and I was doing my very best at slurping his dick.
George uttered, "Fuck yeah," as he watched, and his hand started to move down the side of my leg and back up. It was then that I lifted up my hip a bit. Easily blamed on going down further on Rob's meat, but George clued in to what I was up to.
His hand now gripped my furry asscheek. "God, I miss pussy with a full bush."
I fidgeted, not at all comfortable with my ass being called anything but my ass. Or hole. Or asshole. Or fuckhole. Something, anything, that was male.
"Lots of hair back there, bud?" Rob asked George. "Yeah, no surprise. He's a furry fucker."
"Well, that balances you and your hairless body and pee-pee'," George laughed. "And by pee-pee' I mean: biiiiig fucking cock."
"Damn straight!"
The two laughed at what they thought was their own cleverness.
"So wet!" George said, two of his fingers now stabbing into my hole: they would have gone in a whole lot easier if I'd actually been fucked for real in getting each cum load that was up my ass.
"Then you're ready." Rob said. And no, not a question.
He pushed me up off his cock, his hand lingering and then rubbing my own furry pecs. "Good work," he said. I didn't know if he meant my chest workouts or the head I just gave him. Either way, I liked that he was into my body and my chest hair.
George removed his fingers from my ass and they were coated in semen. "Damn!"
I turned to look as he said that and yeah, I had to agree, there was a lot of cum on his fingers. He pushes them into my mouth and slowly moved them in and out. Rob seemed mesmerized. I was hard as a rock and my hole was clenched.
Rob slid his ass forward on the bench and leaned back, spreading his legs as he did.
It was my first real opportunity to see him entirely, head to toe. Fucking stunning. Just stunning. No body hair, very cut AND very large muscles.
I found myself imagining what he'd look like if he were as furred as George or me.
As if he read my mind, he said, "Takes a fuckload of work to get all that hair off me. Enjoy it, whore."
He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and shook it a bit. "Now," he added.
I looked to George, who was both rock hard and grinning ear to ear. He and I hadn't ever gone beyond me sucking his dick. Even his fingers in my ass was a new thing between us. And even for the blowjobs, the last time that happened was--well, I couldn't remember how long it had been.
"Juicy fuckin' pussy," George said, and I knew it was time. I stood and moved to between Rob's spread legs, trying to figure out how to manage how this was going to work.
"Turn around and show me your hairy pussy," Rob ordered, and I was doing so before I even realized it. That vaguely bothered me, but my immediate needs were powerful.
I turned around as ordered, bent forward a bit, and reached back to pull my ass cheeks apart. I started to squat on it, and his cock first touched my body directly on my hole. It was wet alright, but not from my sucking. I figure that Rob must make as much precum as I do. It was soaked.
He rubbed his slippery cock head around on my pucker. Just as I was starting to get into the circular sensations, I felt a seriously painful jab. Without warning, he'd jammed his cock into my hole. Searing pain. I felt blind and deaf from that much pain.
"Easy, easy...", Rob said. I would have assumed that he knew what he was doing: he wanted it to hurt. And as I regained my ability to see and hear (yes, it really hurt that much), a more immediate (but less intense) pain took over. "Tight pussy, man." Completely uncaring about the conflicting words. Then, "George, buddy, this is some seriously hot pussy. And yeah, the hairy bush feels fucking fantastic."
I took some initiative now that the pain was manageable and slid down, down, down on that cock. My furry ass cheeks were pressed against his bald crotch and clearly he wasn't expecting it. Whatever sounds came out of Rob were less than words, more than grunts. The man really was a big pussy hound after all.
He reached forward and pulled me back and when his big rounded pecs pressed against my muscular back, my cock just went off again. Cum spewed out of my cock in a way it never had before. Where it typically shoots out of me, this time it blasted out.
"Pussies love Rob's big cock."
"Really? `Rob's'?" George said, reminding us both that he was still present.
"Shut up," Rob said, laughing. But he also wrapped his other arm around me, his fingers spread out as he rubbed the hair on my pecs and my belly.
"So," George said, "Joe. Seems you really like taking big dick up your ass--cunt." He corrected himself for Rob's benefit.
"Love cocks in my cunt, George." The directness caught him off-guard, and I think he almost lost his own load for the verbal explicitness. I was going to have to remember that about him.
"You like my cock in your pussy?" Rob asked, joining in the verbal action. "Yeah, most natural thing in the world, hard cock fucking a tight pussy."
"You like my hairy pussy, Rob?" I asked, starting to move up away from him. He pulled me back down onto him. Hard.
"Tell me what you like, you fucking cock whore."
"I like -- no, I NEED your cock fucking my pussy." He flexed his cock while it was nearly buried in me. "Oh goddamn, fuck me. Fuck my wet pussy."
That's when George stood up. He was trying to get me down to sucking his cock, but Rob also stood up -- stood both of us up at the same time, actually. Then pushed down on my upper back. Indicating that I should bend over.
"Yeah, sweet. Now suck my buddy George while I fuck this cunt how it needs to be fucked."
Before I had bent fully over, though, George stepped up close and my face landed between his furry pecs. My face was buried in all that sopping wet, thick black chest hair. I could smell everything about him that made him a man.
"Fuuuuuu-uuuuuck!" I said probably too loudly. The combination of Rob banging mercilessly on my prostate -- and well past it -- with finally, FINALLY getting my face in that carpeted chest that I'd wanted for so long, and my whole body convulsed.
"Told you it was a pussy," Rob said, not missing a stroke. "They always orgasm when I fuck their pussies right."
George has stepped back and slapped my face with his cock, which I immediately maneuvered into my mouth. We both wanted me not to make so much noise, it seemed.
"Joe here's been my cocksucker in the past," then to me, "brings back old memories having my cock in your throat huh, whore."
My answer to him was to pull him onto me, impaling my throat on his cock.
"Throated?!?" Rob asked. "Fuckin' slut throated that big meat? Ohhh FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
Too much for Rob, finally, and he completely lost it. Whereas when the other guys would just shoot into my hole and I'd feel that incredible spreading warmth, Rob being balls-deep in my cunt (goddammit, in my `ass'. My ass.), I could feel each powerful spurt of his cock coating my insides. In my mind I was picturing his giant firehose spraying down my pussy walls (I give up) with his white cum.
It was primal. His cock belonged in me. His seed was filling me up and at that moment I loved having a pussy because it meant that his cock would be inside it, that he'd want to breed it.
"Oh, you fucking whore, you're taking all of it. Jesus, George, she's not even leaking my cum out around my cock!"
That's when George lost it, and started cumming down my throat. So far down my throat that the cum was shooting well past my tongue, far too deep for me to taste his jizz before it went down my throat.
When Rob finally started pulling out of me, I could feel his cock was pulling at my hole, pulling it outward. "Fuck, you got cunt lips on you now, boy."
George had already pulled his cock out of my throat, and I hoarsely replied to Rob: "thank you for breeding my cunt." And as I said it, I had another full-body convulsing orgasm.
"Next time, I fuck that cunt first," George said, as the door to the steam room opened.
TO BE CONTINUED