I laughed around Victor's fat cock.
“Shut up and suck his dick,” Victor said, pushing Andy's head back down to my cock.
I'd never been filled with so much cock. Victor's fat dick filled my mouth, and Richard and Cameron's cocks slid in and out of my ass in perfect synch. Andy had truly found his niche in cocksucking and was lapping my cock hungrily.
“Fuck, dude,” Cameron said to Richard, “I feel your big dick sliding against mine. I'm gonna cum.”
“Me too,” Richard moaned as he breathed heavily and thrust his cock deeper and faster into my ass.
“Not inside me.” I released Victor's dick from my mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” Victor yelled just as Cameron and Richard pulled out of my ass. “I'm gonna shoot.”
And he did. I'd never seen so much cum in my life. It splashed all across my face and chest and stomach. A couple of shots even flew past my head and landed on Richard's face. That's all it took for him. With a loud groan he sprayed himself all over my back and ass. Cameron followed suit and shot his load across my ass and balls from beneath me.
With all of that hot cum on me, I couldn't hold back any longer. “That's it, Andy. I'm gonna cum. You better pull off now.”
He didn't let go. In fact, his mouth tightened around my cock and sucked even harder.
“Andy?” I moaned.
He grabbed my leg and squeezed as he sucked harder on my cock.
“An ...” My entire body shuddered as I sprayed my load deep into Andy's throat. I thought he'd gag and come up spitting, but he swallowed my entire load like a pro and licked my cock clean when I was finished.
Everyone collapsed onto the floor in a heap. Then I realized Andy was the only one who hadn't cum. When I mentioned it, he laughed.
“Fuck that,” he said, and turned red. “I came the second Richard's cock slid inside your ass with Cameron's.” He pointed to a huge puddle of clear fluid on the hardwood floor.
“I can't believe we just did this,” I said.
“Yeah, well believe it,” Cameron said. “And remember, we're the Good Ol' Boys Club. We share everything. No more secrets, okay?”
“Okay,” I said.
“And get rid of that Mitch dude. He's got pimples on his ass. You don't need him anymore.”
“I don't?”
“Fuck no,” Victor said. “You've got us. What more do you need? You ain't got any more holes to fill.”
We all laughed, and fell asleep in a huddle in the middle of the floor. From that night on, the Good Ol' Boys Club was closer than ever.
Unseen and Unspoken
I
t had been undeniably the longest summer ever. I hated my job, I was fighting with my parents, and my car had been stolen. I broke up with my boyfriend of a year and a half at the beginning of the summer, and spent the next ninety days desperately searching for my next ex. I found three of them, and they lasted four weeks, three, and one and a half, respectively. Apparently, I'm “difficult” and “impossible to live with.” I finally decided I made a much better hot and sexy bachelor than I did a loving and committed boyfriend, so I settled comfortably into a life of meeting and fucking a new guy almost every night.
There was no shortage of takers, or places to meet them. The Internet was inundated with sex and hookup sites, and I had a profile on every single one of them. I was never able to keep up with all Instant Messages I received no more than a minute after I signed on. There were more than twenty gay bars in the city, and at least one of them was packed to the beams every night of the week. I don't wanna sound conceited or anything, but I've never gone home alone unless I've wanted to. The universe has been very good to me. At twenty-five, I stand just a little over six feet tall, with 185 very lean and naturally muscular pounds, wavy black hair and baby-blue eyes. I've always been the envy of every guy around me.
So I'm usually a very content person. But for the past two weeks, I'd been especially on edge. No guy was hot enough. I'd even sent a couple of online hookups right back home after opening the door and not being satisfied, even though they were not by any means unattractive. I found myself having to bite my tongue at work to keep from saying something I'd certainly regret to my boss. I'd even very harmlessly stolen some candy from the supermarket on more than one occasion despite the fact I had more than enough money to pay all my bills and still live what most called a lavish lifestyle.
What was the problem, then
, I'd wondered several times daily for the past couple of weeks. I flipped through the channels on the TV without watching long enough to see what was playing. I dusted and vacuumed my entire apartment until I could eat off the floor, and then I dusted and vacuumed again.
I'd had Adrian, my best friend, over for dinner that night. He was still there, reading through the local gay rag, with his shoes kicked off at the door and his feet propped up on my coffee table.
“I'm fucking bored,” I yelled loudly as I slumped back into the sofa.
“Jesus, Bradley,” Adrian shrieked. “You scared the fuck out of me.”
“Well, I am. I'm bored as hell.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
“Let's do something. If I don't get out of this apartment, I'm gonna frickin' blow my brains out.”
“All right. We could head over to Butch's. Tonight is the wet briefs contest.”
I rolled my eyes. “I've had every single one of those guys. And my cock is bigger and my ass is tighter than all of them. They bore me.”
“OK. We could go to ManHole. It's half-price night. Always busy.”
“Nah. I don't feel like drinking tonight. I'm bored with alcohol.”
“What about a movie?”
“Oh, yes, please,” I said sarcastically. “Let's go see
Bambi
again. I'm bored, I said. If I have to sit in a dark theater with you, I will scream and strangle you. I swear I will.”
Adrian laughed and went back to his newspaper. I slapped the back of his head softly as I stood up and went in to clean the kitchen again, even though I'd just cleaned it less than half an hour earlier.
“Hey, here's an idea,” Adrian said enthusiastically. He sat up straight and turned around to face me. “Fantasy night at Rendezvous.”
“A
bathhouse
?” I asked incredulously.
“Have you ever been to one?”
“Of course not!”
“Well, then, you probably wouldn't be bored. And it actually sounds like fun. Listen to this: âTen dollar lockers for all first-time customers. Twelve different rooms to fulfill twelve forbidden fantasies. Free booze and snacks. Leave your clothes and your inhibitions in your room or locker. Open your mind and find the man of your fantasies.' I think it sounds hot.”
“Adrian, it's a
bathhouse
,” I said in my best indignant tone, careful not to look at him. I already felt my resolve melting away as my cock plumped up a little.
“Oh, grow up. You said you were bored. So do something you've never done before. It could be exciting.”
“I don't know. What if I see someone I know?”
“So what? You think they're gonna judge you? They're at the same place.”
I wiped the counter again, and chewed on my bottom lip. It was a habit I had when I was nervous. And it was a dead giveaway that I was actually going to do it. “Go with me?”
Adrian smiled, and we both grabbed our wallets and headed for the door.
Â
I almost chickened out right before walking through the front door, but Adrian pushed me through before I could turn and run. I stumbled into the foyer and lost my breath almost immediately. The sex might all occur in various rooms and areas behind the door and window in front of me, but the smell of it was definitely all around me. I scrunched my nose and turned to look at Adrian.
“We'll take two lockers, please. It's our first time here. I guess we get a discount?”
“Yeah, tonight's a special night,” the young guy behind the counter said and smiled at Adrian. “Ten bucks apiece, and I'll need your IDs. You'll have a great time.”
“Promise?” Adrian asked and smiled back at the attendant as he slid our IDs and twenty bucks under the glass window.
I slinked against the wall in the corner closest to Adrian and the window.
“Oh, yes,” the cute guy said, and winked at Adrian as he registered us.
About two minutes after we entered the building, we were buzzed into the main part of the building behind the mysterious door. My heart raced, and I struggled to keep my breathing normal as I hitched my finger into the belt loops on Adrian's jeans and followed him as closely as possible. He laughed and led me to the lockers, where we stripped and locked up our clothes. Clad in nothing but a skimpy once-white towel, I felt naked and vulnerable. The smell of bleach and sweat and sex assaulted my nostrils, and I tried to feel mortified. In reality, though, my cock throbbed painfully hard against the skimpy towel.
“Looks like someone's not so bored anymore,” Adrian teased as he glanced at the long line that ran along the right side of my leg.
“Shut up,” I said, and pushed him toward the hall that led out of the locker room and into the unknown.
The corridors were dark, the only light coming from a purple fluorescent bulb high above us. Tiny, closet-sized rooms dotted the halls. Most of the doors were closed, but a few were open. Inside, older, heavier set men lay on a single-sized mattress and beat off as they stared at TV screens bolted to the ceiling next to their doors.
“Eww,” I whispered into Adrian's ear. “This is disgusting.”
“I'm sure it gets better.” He took my hand as he wound his way through the maze of rooms. We turned a corner and found ourselves in the middle of a large, overly-decorated locker room. We were apparently in the middle of the Princeton team's sacred room. Banners and uniforms were scattered about. There were four older guys partially dressed, but with their pants around their ankles. Six or seven younger guys knelt in front of them wearing nothing but jock straps and sucking the cocks of their coaches.
“Suck my dick, boy,” one of the coaches yelled out at the kid on his knees in front of him. “If you want a place on this team, you're gonna have to do better than this.” The kid on his knees moaned and gurgled and deepthroated the coach's big dick as he doubled his effort.
“You two!” another of the coach's yelled at Adrian and me. “Get your asses over here and suck my dick.”
I tried not to giggle, and pushed Adrian toward a side exit from the room. “Sorry, that just made me laugh,” I said.
“I thought it was kinda hot,” Adrian said as he looked back behind him.
“Serious?”
“The coach leaning against the wall was hot. I'd have sucked him off.”
I looked at Adrian closely to see if he was serious. He was. “Keep going, Bucky,” I said as I laughed and pushed him forward.
We passed several other fantasy rooms. Father and son. Priest and altar boy. Teacher and student. Cop and robber. Each of the rooms was occupied with eager participants, but none of them did anything for me. I was beginning to regret coming.
Then we turned a corner and found ourselves in total darkness. My eyes struggled to adjust to the complete absence of light, but to no avail. I heard noise off to my right side, and my heart skipped a beat. Someone was breathing close to me, off to my right. Despite my disorientation, my cock started to harden. Adrian let out a quick yelp, and then his hand was ripped from mine and he was gone.
“A ...” A hand clamped over my mouth at the same moment that two strong arms pulled mine behind me and another set held my feet together. I felt myself being lifted and moved deeper into the dark. I struggled to catch my breath and figure out in which direction Adrian had been dragged. My heart pounded painfully fast in my chest.
A moment later I was pushed to my knees and then up against cold metal. It took me a few seconds to realize it was a chain link fence. Invisible hands grabbed mine and flattened them against the fence, and a second later I felt warm leather straps wrap tightly around my wrists. The hands on my mouth were removed, and I took the opportunity to express my displeasure.
“Hey, I'm really not into ...”
A piece of fabric replaced the hand and was tied behind my neck, rendering me silent.
“I don't remember asking you if you were âinto it' or not,” a husky voice whispered into my ear.
The voice was rough, and so were the strong hands that tightened the leather straps around my wrist and then fastened them to the chain link fence in front of me. The restraints were attached to a short length of rope, so I had a little mobility, but not enough for my comfort. I panicked a little as the towel was ripped from my waist; when several pairs of hands pinched and squeezed my nipples and ass, I panicked for real.
Where was Adrian,
I wondered as my ass was spread wide and thick fingers probed inside. He'd been yanked away so quickly, and I had no idea if he was even still in the same room or not. I blinked a few times in vain to try and see better. The gag was ripped from my mouth and tied tightly across my eyes and behind my head.
“Don't say a fuckin' word or even think about screaming,” the tough voice said. “I've got better plans for your mouth. Open up and suck my dick.”
Despite my fear and the ache in my chest, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I was hungry for this tough guy's cock, and a moment later I was rewarded with it.
He rested just the head on my tongue. It was hot and heavy, and enough to let me know that the cock attached to it was massive. I licked it eagerly, then sucked it into my mouth. A large drop of precum trickled onto my tongue, and that was all it took to set me off. I moaned loudly and sucked more of the long, thick cock into my mouth as several hands spread and caressed my ass. I deepthroated the big dick and wriggled my ass against the probing hands.
“Fuck, man,” the guy in front of me said huskily, “this dude's gonna make me cum.
Although I wanted this moment to last, I wanted even more to make this tough guy shoot his load before he was ready, so I tightened my throat around his cock and licked around his shaft with my tongue.
“FUUUUUUUCCKKKK ...” he yelled, and held my head tight against his crotch as he emptied his load into my throat. I couldn't taste or feel his cum, because his cock head was deep in my throat, but I felt his cock grow thicker with each spurt, and I knew he was shooting a huge load into my belly.
The guy left his cock deep inside me for a couple of minutes after he'd spent himself in my throat. When his cock was fully soft, he pulled it out and I heard him walk away.
“Okay, now the real fun begins,” someone else said from my left. “You,” he said, and his voice turned away from me, “get over here and get on your hands and knees.”
Someone groaned from a few feet away, and it sounded like he was being pushed around. I was being manhandled so that I was sitting up on my knees. My wrists were still shackled to the fence, and they hurt. But when I tried to suggest that my captors loosen the grip just a little, someone reached under my legs and squeezed my balls tightly. I shut up.
“That's it,” the new voice said. “Move him into position.”
I heard rustling just inches in front of me, and then the warmest, wettest sensation I'd ever felt enveloped my cock. I moaned loudly and thrust my dick deeper inside the mouth until my balls slapped against a chin. God, this guy was good, whoever he was. Not many guys can take my entire dick. A couple of skilled cocksuckers could take it all the way, but they always choked. This guy had all ten inches deep down his throat, and hadn't even gagged a little. And his hot throat muscles squeezed my thick cock appreciatively. I struggled to keep my knees from buckling as I thrust my cock in and out of his hot mouth.