Tangled Sheets (28 page)

With long strokes, North ran his mouth from my asshole to my balls, bathing me and soaking my crack with his spit. Every so often he would swirl his tongue around my hole or tug on my balls with his lips. His brush cut was rubbing against my nuts and thighs with the movement of his head, and I felt my balls start to rise up toward the base of my cock as my excitement mounted.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. Grabbing North's collar, I pulled him up to my waiting prick. His tongue washing had worked my crank up into a pounding throb, and a steady stream of dick lava was running down my pole. I pressed my cockhead against North's lips, letting him taste me. Then I slid a few inches into his mouth, feeling his lips stretch to surround my thickness like a hand grasping my shaft.

Pushing brutally on his head, I slid North's head down my full length. At first he gagged, but I quickly shoved my fat head past his gullet, and soon I was buried deep in his throat. Slowly I rode his face, pulling out and letting him take a breath before filling him up again. When my nuts were banging his chin, I leaned down and whispered in his ear. “You're a pretty good little cocksucker, North, you know that? Knew it the minute I laid eyes on that pretty face of yours. You like hosing down my big prick, boy?”

North tried to speak, but with my hard-on blocking his windpipe, all that came out was a muffled grunt. I felt the muscles in his throat vibrate against my shaft as he attempted to speak and almost lost my cargo on the spot.

I pulled out a little so North could speak. “Yes, sir,” he said breathlessly. “I like sucking your cock.”

I looked down at his face, into his eyes begging me for more. “Is that any way for a military man to act?” I said gruffly. “I'd say this is a clear case of conduct unbecoming, North. You better think about whether a court-martial is worth it before you do any more sucking on that dick.”

North answered me by running his tongue up the underside of my shaft and wrapping his mouth around my engorged head. I slammed my rod back down his throat and started to thrust more quickly. The harder I pumped his throat, the hungrier he got, taking every inch of me as it coursed in and out of his mouth. North's spit had slicked me up, and as I fucked his face drool spilled from his lips, staining the front of his shirt. I wanted badly to let my load fly down his throat and fill his belly with my cream. But just when I was about to come, I yanked my cock out of his mouth and stood up. “Get up,” I ordered him, the spunk steaming in my nuts as it screamed to be let loose.

North scrambled to his feet and stood in front of me. I grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it down the front, scattering buttons under the cot. Exposed, North's chest was hairless. I ran my hand over it, feeling the muscles tense under the smooth skin, sensing the wild beat of his heart as he waited to see what was going to happen to him. Pinching his tits hard between my fingers, I pulled them out until they stood at attention, smiling when he winced.

Reaching between his legs with one hand, I felt his cock through his pants. It was long and thin, and there was a dark spot where he had leaked cock juice. I unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down his legs, still massaging his left nipple. His briefs were stained with precum, and his cock strained against the wet fabric. I grabbed the waistband and yanked, the material giving way with a soft ripping sound. North's prick jutted out at an angle, a pale shaft erupting from a nest of clipped red hair. His balls were smooth and round, hanging beneath his rod like two small, pink moons.

“Turn around, soldier,” I told North. He turned, and I pushed him toward the pile of dirty fatigues in the corner. He couldn't walk very well because his pants were around his ankles, and he stumbled from the force of my shove. When he was in front of the clothes, I put one hand on his shoulder and drove him to his knees. I knelt behind him, stroking my dick, letting it slap against his neck as I worked my hard-on into a white heat, the hairs on my shaft tickling his skin.

“I think it's time to show you how real men do it, North,” I said.

He was on his hands and knees, his face over the mound of my sweaty shorts and T-shirts. His creamy white ass was laid out in front of me, the soft melons of his cheeks dotted with cinnamon-colored freckles. I slapped his butt hard, feeling his muscles tense under my hand. “You better relax, boy,” I said. “Because in a minute that pretty ass of yours is going to be screaming for mercy. You've wanted this for a long time, and now you're going get it good and hard.”

Spreading his ass, I looked into the rosy hole leading to his chute. I let a thick rope of spit fall into his crack and worked the lube into his butthole, greasing him up. As I pushed a finger roughly into him, North gasped. He was tight all right. I could tell he'd never had his butt pumped, and I couldn't wait to see what he did when my full width was plowing out his cherry.

After a minute of finger fucking, I'd had enough. Three months of jerking off had left me horny as hell, and I couldn't wait to bury my prick in the MP's tasty fuckhole. I spat another wad into my palm and greased up my tool, feeling the vein under my shaft beating wildly. I aimed my poker at the shiny lips of North's shitter, grabbed him around the waist with one arm, and drove my missile home. North stiffened against me as I ripped into him, but I pushed his head down into the pile of clothes, muffling his cries.

North's tight chute gripped my prick like a vise, rolling over the sides like hot sand around a sidewinder as I burrowed deeper into his belly. Once my balls were smack up against his butt, I stopped, letting him adjust to the battering ram inside him. Seeing my suntanned skin and thick black fur pressed against the linen whiteness of his ass made me swell even wider, and my cock twitched, bringing jolts of pleasure to my groin and gasps of pain from North's throat.

I pulled almost all the way out, feeling North's ass ring close around the head of my piece tightly, opening up again when I stormed back in. As I fucked him senseless, I buried his face in my laundry, giving him a taste of the shorts stained with dirt and my sweat and cum, letting him breathe in the scent of the man who was taking his virginity. My hands caressed his ass cheeks, kneading the skin until it was red, enjoying the smooth silkiness of it.

North moaned louder each time I hammered his prostate, his cock swinging underneath him and slapping against his belly, drops of precum flying from the dripping tip.

I was deep dicking him like a rapid-fire machine gunner blasting at an enemy target, and he was taking every hit square on. My balls beat steadily against his, sending soft fingers of delicious pain stretching up my belly to grasp fiercely at my chest. I could feel the load in my nuts reaching critical mass and fucked North for all I was worth.

Finally I couldn't hold back any longer, and the heat roared up and out of my cock, slamming into North's guts like a mortar explosion. I continued to pump him as round after round of ammo blew from my prick, slicking my dick and his hole with thick spunk that slid out of his butt and ran down my shaft, dripping from my balls and spattering the floor.

As I blasted away at his innards, North was jackhammering his cock. He leaned back, his fist sliding up and down his dick. His head flew back against my chest, and a stream of jism flew from his gasping piss slit, arcing up and falling heavily onto a pair of my dirty shorts. He tensed three more times, splashing more of his juice onto my clothes.

I pulled my cock out of North and he fell forward, his face in the cum-soaked laundry. He rolled over on his back and looked up at me. I shook the last drops of juice from my prick. Then I picked up his fallen notebook and pencil and dropped it on his chest.

“Now,” I said, “do you have any more questions?”

“F
or Christ's sake,” I muttered as the doorbell rang, pulling me out of a sweet sleep just as I was about to shoot my load all over the rosy-cheeked face of the Irish boy who had refused to go home with me the night before. After I'd talked to him for forty-five minutes and wasted three bucks buying him a beer, he'd excused himself to go to the bathroom. I saw him an hour later, leaving with a blond with perfect pecs. I'd gone home with the blond myself once and consoled myself with the fact that the Irish boy was going to be very disappointed when he found out that despite the encouraging physique, the guy had a prick the size of my thumb.

Again the intruding buzz of the doorbell came, and I glanced at the clock. Its red face grinned back: 7:00. As I rolled reluctantly out of bed and tried to find my way to the front door in my state of half-sleep, I wondered who the hell could be coming by my apartment so early on a Saturday morning. Only two people have a key to my building—my mother and my ex—and I was in no mood for either of them, especially after having come home alone.

I opened the door and peered out into the hall. Standing there were two men. One appeared to be in his forties, with dark hair going gray on the sides. The other, a blond, looked to be about twenty years younger. From the look of their dark suits, I figured that they were with some police unit or something. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I was standing there in nothing but my boxer shorts.

“Good morning, Mr. Caffrey,” the older of the two said. “We were wondering if we might come in and talk to you for a few moments.”

I couldn't think of any reason why two cops would be visiting my apartment shortly after dawn on a Saturday morning, but I figured it was a good idea to be polite.

“Yeah, sure,” I said, trying to appear more awake than I felt. “Come on in.”

The two walked past me into the apartment, and I shut the door behind them. As they walked into the living room, I tried as best I could to comb my hair with my fingers. If the guys were feds, I wanted to at least look innocent.

Once we were in the living room, the older man sat on the couch and the younger one positioned himself in one of the two armchairs directly across from it. The older man indicated that I should sit next to him. I felt a little odd sitting there in my underwear, but I couldn't see my robe anywhere, and they didn't seem to care. I sat down and waited for him to ask me where I'd been the night before or something like that. I mentally ran through the names of all my friends who could potentially be criminals, trying to remember if I'd heard from any of them lately.

The older man smiled warmly at me. “I'm David and this is Sam,” he said, indicating the young man. “We'd like to take a few moments to talk to you about Jesus.”

I groaned. Not only was I up on a Saturday morning only hours after coming home from striking out, I'd let two Jehovah's Witnesses into my apartment thinking they were G-men. I was kicking myself for not asking them for identification or anything.

I looked at David and tried to smile. “Look,” I said firmly. “I think I've made a mistake here. I thought you were the police or something. I'm not really interested in talking about God this morning. Or any morning, for that matter.”

David laughed. “But God is interested in talking to you, Mr. Caffrey. We may not always like to hear what he has to say, but God forgives us for that.”

The direct approach was obviously not going to work. Ignoring my protestations, David launched into his talk, telling me how Jesus was waiting for me to welcome him into my life. Whenever I tried to interrupt, he paused for a moment and then went right on with his speech. Short of physically throwing the two of them out, I didn't know how to get rid of them. I sat back and decided to wait it out.

Throughout all of this, Sam had remained silent, watching while David did all the talking. I looked over at him, and for the first time noticed that he was very attractive. His blond hair was cut short, and his eyes were a light blue the color of a cloudless morning sky. His clean-shaven skin had a healthy glow to it, and his lips were full and pink. His hands, which were folded in his lap, were wide, with long fingers. He looked as though underneath his blue suit and white shirt he would have quite a fine body.

Sam looked at me quickly and, seeing that I was staring at him, looked away again. David seemed not to notice and went on with his talk. I continued looking at the young man, waiting for him to look at me again, but he was seemingly listening attentively to what his companion was saying.

Suddenly I knew how I could get rid of my unwanted guests. Turning to face David, I brought one leg up on the couch and leaned back. This meant that he was now looking directly into my spread crotch. With one hand, I began to slowly rub the hair on my thigh, stroking it gently with my fingers as I pretended to listen to what David was saying, nodding in agreement every so often. My calf was very close to David's knee, and he glanced at it warily before going on.

“There are many things that we struggle with daily,” he was saying. “Desires that prevent us from living productive lives. Jesus can help us overcome these desires so that we can more fully serve him.”

I let my fingers rest on the bulge made by my prick and balls, squeezing it slightly so that David would be able to see the outline of my cock through the material of my boxer shorts. He swallowed uncomfortably, but went on. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Sam was moving around in his chair, so I figured my plan was working. I moved my leg so that it was resting right against David's. He flinched a little, but did not pull away. I looked over at Sam, who was watching David intently. A slight film of sweat had broken out on his lip, and he looked like he wanted to be anyplace else but where he was. I decided to go for broke.

I continued to rub my prick, slowly stroking it until it stretched across my thigh. Then I hooked my fingers under the leg of my boxers and lifted the edge so that the head of my dick slid into view. When David saw it, he stopped talking and just looked at my cock. Any second, I expected him to run screaming from the apartment with Sam behind him, leaving me in peace.

But to my surprise, he reached out and ran his trembling fingers over my exposed prick. This unexpected turn of events caught me completely off guard, and I just watched as his hand moved over my dick, squeezing the head. Before I had time to think about what was happening, David was on the floor between my legs, his mouth moving over the few inches of prick sticking out of my boxers. Then he started to suck my balls through my shorts, soaking the material as he mouthed hungrily. Ignoring Sam, I shucked off my boxers so that my cock could swing free.

David immediately sank onto my tool, shoving all of it down his pipe. I couldn't believe the man who had come to sell me salvation was giving me the best head of my life, but I had no complaints about the way his lips were milking my shaft. As his mouth massaged my crank, his fingers kneaded my balls, firmly pulling on them until I thought I'd come from the sensation. Right before I was about to shoot in his throat, I motioned for him to stop. Switching places, I got down between his legs to return his favor.

The whole time David had been sucking my crank he had remained dressed. I reached inside his suit pants and felt for his prick, finding it already hard inside his shorts. Working the fly open, I pulled out one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seen. At the end of an incredibly thick shaft the enormous head bulged out, and a thick vein ran down the underside, which was dusted lightly with hair for the first several inches.

The size of his cock adding to my excitement, I settled down to service David's stud piece. Starting at the base, I ran my tongue slowly up to the tip, savoring the musky scent of his skin and feeling his cock vein beat under the tip of my tongue. After licking it all over, I put the head and as much of the shaft as I could into my mouth, swallowing it hungrily. David placed a hand on the back of my head and kneaded the muscles of my neck as I sucked on his prick. “Oh, God,” he moaned. “Please don't stop.”

I had no intention of doing anything of the sort, not with the way his fat pole was filling my throat. I fumbled with his belt, undoing it with anxious fingers and then pulling both pants and briefs off. David removed his jacket and tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a surprisingly well-muscled chest that rose in two hairy mounds tipped with succulent rose-colored nipples before dipping into the rippled valley of his abdomen. His arms were powerful, the forearms thickly muscled.

Hanging beneath his swollen poker was a set of meaty balls, swaying fat and heavy. I went to work on the big bull nuts, rubbing them against my lips and sucking eagerly at the soft flesh that held the juicy globes loosely in its folds. The smell of a man filled my nose as I burrowed in his crotch, stoking the passion that was quickly taking hold of me. Returning once more to his magnificent prick, I sank it deep into my mouth, trying to take in its entire thick length. While I couldn't get anywhere near the whole thing down, I worked feverishly on the inches I could as David thrust, working his knob in and out slowly.

In my excitement over sucking David's fat tool, I'd forgotten about Sam. Now I heard moaning behind me and turned to see what it was. He was sitting in the chair, his pants around his ankles. His coat was discarded on the floor, but he was still wearing his white shirt and tie. His smooth, well-developed legs were spread wide, his feet planted firmly on the floor. Between his thighs hung a golden-furred sac, which he was currently working in his big hands, the fingers fondling each ball lovingly. His cock, a weighty rod of creamy flesh tipped with the thick cowl of an uncut head, lay flat against his belly, untouched.

“Why don't you bring that over here?” I asked him.

Sam got up and walked over to the couch, his cock swinging in front of him. He sat next to David, and the older man's arm went around his shoulders, pulling him closer. They hesitated for a minute, and then their mouths met, their lips joining frenziedly. Sam's hand went to David's nipple, squeezing it into a red point.

From my vantage point on the floor, I was looking right at two of the most beautiful cocks I'd ever seen, David's big piece of meat looming up and falling across the pale skin of Sam's thigh and butting against his prick where their legs touched. I reached for Sam's crank and pulled back the foreskin to reveal the smooth whiteness of his cockhead. He pushed his prick forward, urging it into my mouth, and I was happy to oblige.

Sam's prick slid coolly into my throat until I could feel his balls against my lips and the soft fuzz of his pubic bush tickled my cheek. Moving back up to the tip, I concentrated on his sensitive foreskin, slipping my tongue under it to taste the funky combination of sweat and precum that had oozed out. As I tongued his piss slit, a fresh spurt of lube slid from his blowhole and I slurped it up.

Moving back to David, I began to alternate between the two men's pricks, sucking first one and then the other while Sam and David made out above me. Sam was biting on one of David's sensitive rosebud nipples through his shirt, and I moved up and took the other one between my teeth. With both of his tits getting a working over, David began to moan, his hands pushing our faces tightly to his chest. Every so often Sam and I would take a break from milking David's chest and kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths while David's hands traveled over our backs.

Together Sam and I began to explore the older man's body. I raised David's arm behind his head and dove into the musky pool of his armpit. Thick with hair, his underarm tasted sweet to my lips as I licked every inch of it in long strokes. At the same time, Sam was kissing David's neck, his hand wrapped tightly around David's drooling shaft.

Sam pushed me back so that I was lying on the couch. Then he turned and knelt so that his face was over my cock and his ass was in the air. Taking my cock in his hand, he began to inch it into his mouth. Watching my tool disappear between his red lips made me horny as hell, and I shoved the entire length into him, even though I knew he wasn't ready for it. He gagged for a second, then relaxed his throat and started sucking again.

Behind Sam, David was inspecting the exposed mounds of his bare ass. Running his hands over them, he slapped Sam sharply, causing him to be pushed forward on my prick, his nose slamming into my belly. David kneaded the soft flesh in his fingers, spreading Sam's ass cheeks and exposing his tender hole. Leaning forward, he started to eat out Sam's butt, sticking his tongue deep inside the younger man's chute. Every so often, he slapped Sam's ass hard, the sound ringing through the room.

Pulling his face away, David wet his finger and then pushed it into Sam's hole. I could feel the young man's throat vibrate on my dick as he groaned with pleasure. David finger fucked Sam's shitter slowly until it was loose enough for him to push another finger in. The harder he invaded Sam's butt, the harder Sam ground his ass against the hand that was filling him. He started to suck me in long slurps from the tip of my cock to the base, moaning all the while.

David reached between Sam's legs and pulled his balls back. Holding his fingers around them like a cock ring, he stretched them out while he continued to finger Sam's ass, adding two more fingers until his hand was disappearing in and out of the young man's hole, only the thumb still on the outside pressing against his delicious mound. As David pulled on his balls, Sam's cock bobbed up and down against his belly, a long string of precum swinging from the head.