ADJOINING ROOMS
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Archive;'Adjoining Rooms #4'{Mikhail Conrad}(MM ANAL)[4!5]
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Part 4
"My balls are startin' to ache" Brody proclaimed as we lay on the bed watching NCIS reruns.
We had opted to wait on our redheaded bellhop Dylan before we went at it again and he was regretting the decision. That was partly due to the fact that I kept my hands on his crotch teasing his big fat ten inch cock while we waited. Not that it was one sided, he also kept up a steady fondling of my package. Our boned up cocks had put out so much dick drip that our jockstrap pouches had absorbed all they could and now the fronts of our nylon sports shots were shiny with it at the crotch.
"Fuck Mike, it's been five hours bud," he said grinding his clothed wet rod into my hand, "I'm fixin' to rape your ass. You're drivin' me darn loco."
"It's twelve-twenty cowboy," I pointed out, "He said he'd be here at twelve-thirty. I'm just as hard up as you are, and besides you..."
"Can't rape the willin'," he finished my truism with a grin and a tight shake of my gym shorts and jocked boner, "I've heard that one even way out in the country. When he does get here he'd better be ready for a romp. How old do you reckon he is?"
"I'm guessing somewhere between eighteen and twenty," I replied and shifted my right leg over his left one so I could feel the hair on his leg brushing against mine, "What do you think?"
"I'm thinkin' he'd better get his ginger ass here before we both blow our gushers waitin'," Brody answered and flexed his giant cock in my hand, "I can't wait to get him naked and put this to him."
"If he doesn't pass out at the sight of it you mean?" I teased him.
"Naw," the sexy stud denied, "You saw the look in his eyes when you teased him about it. That buck's a cockhound for sure. He might not take the whole caboodle like you can, but I betcha he tries."
"Just take it easy on..." I said and was interrupted by three firm knocks on the door.
"Yehaw!" Brody yelled and tossed me off to dash to the door, "That's the startin' bell!"
"Don't scare him off," I said laughing and picking up his card key joined him at the door.
When Brody opened the door, sure enough it was Dylan. He had on a pair of tight jeans and a Hard Rock Las Vegas tee shirt not tucked in. He was smiling shyly and gave us both an alluring grin. His slightly upturned nose was sprinkled with freckles and I thought he might not even be eighteen yet, but then remembered he had served us bloody marys with our breakfast so he had to be at least that old.
"Come on in Dylan, I told him as I stepped past him and turned to Brody's room door, "I'll be right with you. Quit staring at him Brody and take him in."
The cowboy hunk was looking at the young bellhop like he was a cold beer after a long day's hot sweaty work. The redheaded hottie didn't miss a beat as he stepped up to the man and ran his hands all over his chest and abs, I left them and opened Brody's room door and then the adjoining door to my room just to the right in the entry area. They were standing right in front of me and the butch cowboy had the kid's tee shirt half off. Brody tossed me the tee and went for the buckle on Dylan's web belt. I took a big whiff of the shirt and inhaled the fragrance of young male. It was loaded with testosterone. I looked over to see the tent of a major league boner in Dylan's jeans.
"I've been dying to get here all morning," he said noticing me eyeing his crotch, "It's been the longest last half of a shift I've ever worked."
"Hey Mike look at this," Brody said and pulled Dylan's jeans open, "He's sure got you pegged.
The hot cowboy held the bellhop's jeans open to reveal that he had on a white swim supporter. A nice fat lump of male meat bulged out in the pouch past his open fly. You could see it jump as we watched it bound up in the jock.
"Well you guys were wearing one so I thought it would be cool to join in," Dylan told us with a grin, "I keep gym clothes here in my locker at work for when I go workout after a shift. They let us use the facilities here if there are no guests or just a few using them. The gym is usually empty though. I guess Bourbon Street is more enticing than a workout."
"How about a drink?" I asked them, "Before we move on to even more enticing things than Bourbon Street."
They both agreed and we heading through the connecting doorway into Brody's room. He went to the bar and poured my vodka and tonic and his bourbon rocks. He then looked Dylan.
"What'll ya have sport?" he asked the redhead.
"You are old enough right?" I asked not because I would deny him a drink, but as the chance to find out how old he was.
"I turned twenty-one last fall," he replied, "You want to see my ID? I know I barely look eighteen. It's my hair and freckles. I hate it, makes me look like a kid."
"Hey, don't sweat it," Brody told him, "I got the same boyish thing and when you're older you'll love it. I'm twenty-nine. Now what're you drinkin'?"
"I'll take a bourbon and Coke if you have it," Dylan responded, "You don't look any older than I am. How old are you Mike?"
"Twenty-six and I know, I look twenty-six," I said and reached out to him while Brody poured his drink, "Speaking of hair, we're curious."
I slid the fingers of my right hand into his waistband showing in his open fly and pulled him to me stretching the band out. I looked down into his pouch to see the top constrained part of a really fat tool nesting in a patch of fiery red and curlies. I reached in and pulled his cock into a more comfortable angle and he moaned a sigh of lust and relief. His dick was a six incher, but it was almost as thick as a beer can. The guy had a hole buster on him for sure. I wiped a gleaming drop of pre-cum from his slit and licked it off my finger. It was tastier than my cocktail. I let his waistband snap back and looked him in the eye. He was watching me with his mouth hanging open.
"Are you gonna take this?" Brody asked holding the drink out and asked me, "Well are they?"
"Just a little bit darker, but there's a fire down there for sure," I answered making Dylan blush, "And he's got a brick in his jock too."
"Well let's see about puttin' it out," Brody said coming around the bar to us.
The cowboy dropped to knees in front of the bellhop, tugged his sneakers and white footie socks off and yanked his jeans down to his feet. I stepped behind the redhead and put my arms around his chest and used my drink to chill his cherry red nipples.
"Just drink your drink and let us play," I told him as he groaned in pleasure, "We've been edging for hours and we need to get you there too."
"I want to play too," he said and took a gulp of his drink.
"You'll get your chance," Brody said as he pulled Dylan's jock pouch to the side and took his cock in hand, "Damn that's thick! This round-up's not over by a long shot. Let's see how much of this I can get in my mouth."
"OHHH SHIT!" the redhead exclaimed as Brody sucked his hard slab of meat past his lips.
I knelt down, set my drink on the table beside us and ran my tongue over the bellboy's ass. It was as smooth as a baby's, but his thighs had a sprinkling of hairs that looked golden in the lamp light of the lounge. I used my hands to part his tight rounded ass cheeks and saw his hairless pucker. It winked in response to Brody's cock sucking and I put my tongue to it.
"Fuck! You two are going to make me spill my drink," Dylan said gasping, making us pause.
The redheaded hottie downed it and set the glass beside mine. It looked like Brody did the same, but the yell of surprise from Dylan when the cowboy engulfed his fat cock again, let me know he had pulled the ice in the mouth trick. I dove back into the bellhop's ass and rimmed him good.
"I'm about to shoot!" he said loudly after about five minutes of being the meal between us.
Brody slid his mouth of the guy's wide ample rod and I backed off of his hole.
"Not yet pardner," Brody said as we both got to our feet, "We got us a lot more teasin' to do til we got you where you'll bellow like a bull when you cum."
"You guys are going to kill me!" Dylan said with a laugh, "But what a way to go!"
"I promise you you'll walk out of here happy," I told him pulling him back into my bulging crotch by his hips, "Maybe bowlegged, but happy. What time do you have to leave?"
"I don't have to go at any special time," he answered, "I switched shifts with another guy so I could have tomorrow off, you know, just in case."
"So you'll stay over and spend the night and tomorrow with us?" Brody asked him and added, "Our treat?"
"Really? That'd be so cool!" he responded, "But I don't think I'll be bowlegged. I've been fucked a few times already and I didn't come away walking funny."
"Show him Brody," I told the cowboy and moved around to beside him so I could see Dylan's reaction.
Brody stuck his thumbs in the sides of his white athletic shorts and jock waistband and yanked them to below his balls. His rigid giant cook sprang out and bobbed up and down in front of the bellhop. As it came to a rest at a forty-five degree upright angle to his hard cut eight pack, a drop of dick drip fell from his piss slit and made a slow hanging string headed for the carpet.
"HOLY FUCK!" the redhead exclaimed and dropped to his knees and caught the hanging strand on his tongue before it got as low as Brody's knees.
He slowly brought his head up with his mouth open to catch it all. He got to the cowboy's massive pole and licked the end of the wide head getting the last of the gooey strand on his tongue. Before he could swallow it I pulled him up and covered his mouth with mine to lick it off his tongue and then passed it back to him to swallow.
"There's more where that came from," Brody told him as I stepped back from our kiss and the cowboy put his arm across my shoulder, "But Mike here leaks so much, it's more than most guy's shoot when they cum. If you like cock snot, you came to the right room."
Brody reached over with his left hand and jerked my red shorts down to show Dylan my pre-cum soaked jockstrap. The redhead's eyes lit up and I put my hand on my bulging pouch and shook it at him.
"Go ahead, go for it," I told him.
"Yeah!" Brody admonished him, "Suck that cock ooze outta his jock."
Dylan didn't waste any time squatting down and getting his mouth on my pouch. As he sucked the thick nectar in the mesh, he reached over with his right hand and started feeling the dimensions of Brody's enormous tool. When he felt it issue a drop of pre-cum, he pulled it over to my crotch and licked it off before resuming sucking on my pouch.
"Looks like he missed lunch," Brody said with a chuckle, "You hungry bucko?"
The rodeo hunk pulled my pouch to the side and my oozing wet hard prick jumped out to smack the bellhop in the face. Brody grabbed it and put the pointed head to the redhead's lips. He ran it across them and sure enough a glob of my pre came running out to gloss them with wet sticky cock lube. Dylan licked it all off.
"If you suck it you'll get more," Brody urged the young man on.
I watched and tried not to shake as Dylan opened his mouth and began sucking my pole into his mouth, His eyes were turned up watching the both of us and his cock jerked as it hung hard and thick between his spread legs. He took about half of my piece before he gagged, He came up off it spluttering and wiped his saliva off his mouth.
"I'll get it," he said with choke blurred eyes, "It takes me a while, but I'll get it all down. And then I want to try that god rod on you Brody. Just let me get my throat open on Mike first okay?"
"Go ahead pal," Brody said watching him lecherously, "And what say I get on my back under your hot bubble butt and you sit on my face while you chow down on Mike's pretty piece. You get it nice and wet while I do the same to your hot hole. Then he might just be willin' to give it to you while you try swallowin' mine."
Dylan grinned like the Cheshire Cat and raised his ass up so Brody could get his head under him. As the ass licking cowboy pulled the redhead down on his face by grabbing his thighs Dylan went back to showing me how good a cocksucker he could be. He occasionally choked, but kept on it this time determined to get his chin on my balls. He was doing wonderful things to my throbbing meat with the vibration of his moans and groans as Brody tongue drilled his tight hole while stroking his ginormous prong. It didn't go quite like Brody had wanted and it was the cowboy's own fault.
I saw his cock darken and heard him gasp as he accidentally yanked his crank past the point of no return. He was off Dylan's hole in a flash and swallowed the bellboy's big thick slab in a flash just as his ten inch monster jetted out a thick wad of nut cream. Dylan, caught by surprise let out a huge groan and I could tell he was ejaculating his own load of jizz in Brody's throat. The whole thing sent me reeling into my own ecstatic climax and we all three emptied our drawn-up balls within fifteen seconds of each other. I went to my knees shaking and Dylan bent over to keep my cum dripping dick in his mouth. This put him at an angle to shove his own belching prick further down Brody's throat. He gave the cowboy a series of thrusts into his gullet and `AHHHHed' around my dick with my load leaking out past his lips. Brody reached up and grabbed me and we ended up in a breathless pile on the carpet.
Brody wasn't done just yet. He took both of us by the hair of the head and pulled us into a three way kiss. Neither one of us resisted at all and the two of them willing fed me a share of the warm creamy loads they were holding in their mouths. We slowly and erotically swapped it back and forth until it had all been consumed. Then we came to rest with Brody on the bottom on his back with my head on his chest face down and Dylan draped over the two of us with his wet half hard still thick cock in my ass crack leaking the last of his load on it.
"What happened to the fuck I was supposedly going to give?" I asked with a laugh.
"I'm sorry Mike," the cowboy apologized, "His hole is so sweet and he kept flexin' it on my tongue and then the sound of him schlurpin' on your perfect pecker... it just set me off. I couldn't help it. You've kept me hard and horny all mornin' man."
"He plastered me right in the asshole with his first shot," Dylan told me, "It was so fucking hot that it made me blow too."
"It's okay Brody," I told him laughing, "It was worth it and I know you'll be raring to go again in no time."
"Hell man," he said, "I can go again right now if you two are up for it. My pecker hasn't gone down at all. How `bout it?"
"Count me in," Dylan answered and I felt him flex his wide fat cock and it hardened between my butt cheeks.
"I need a few to recoup," I said arching my ass back into Dylan's prodding, "But I'm still horny and with you two studs it won't take me long to get it back up."
"You two are so fucking hot!" Dylan said and humped at my ass, "This is the best time I've ever had and it just started. I think I could go all day. Can I ask you guys something?"
"Sure bucko," Brody answered as he pushed up so he could sit and catch his breath, "Shoot."
"I don't mind," he began as he and I joined Brody sitting on the carpet Indian style, "It's fine with me if you guys want me to be the butt boy. I want it. I even want to try to take yours Brody, but... Oh never mind."
"What Dylan?" I prompted him as he left his question unasked, "Go ahead and ask. What're we going to do? I think you already know what we want to do and you just asked for it anyway. What's on your mind?"
"I'm thinkin' he wants to fuck you Mike," Brody said needlessly. "He sure had a fine look on his face when he was pokin' at your ass just now, and look at his fat dick. Did you see it jump when I said `fuck you'?"
Dylan went red in the face. His chin went to his chest and he looked back and forth at us gauging our reaction. It made me want to laugh, but I didn't. I really didn't want him embarrassed, I wanted him horny and at ease, ready to join in and have a good time like we had just done.
"Is that it Dylan?" I asked him and raised his face up with a finger under his chin, "You want to fuck me?"
"It's just that I haven't ever gotten to fuck a real man before," he said feeling that he had to explain his desire, "I mean a real masculine type guy like you Mike. And you were pushing your butt back at me and I thought that maybe..."
"You thought that that maybe I'd let you?" I asked finishing the question for him when he paused.
"I've screwed a bunch of fem guys here in the Quarter and a few twinks like me at college," he went on to clarify, "And I know men like you don't really go for it, I understand, image matters, but... I... uh... fuck Mike! I want to fuck you bad. You're so hot. I can't keep my mind off it ever since I first saw your butt when you bent over in front of me this morning to put on that jockstrap you're still wearing. The way it frames your ass... the hot studly way you walk... I don't know. Let's just drop it. Forget I said anything, but I still want you both to dick me though, okay?"
"I don't keep my self-image in my butthole Dylan," I told him and scooted over to put my arm around his shoulder, "But I do keep some pretty good memories there. Like the ones Brody pounded into it last night."
His mouth opened wide in surprise at my confession.
"You took that up your ass?" he asked gesturing at Brody's towering shaft sticking up like a pole in his lap, "Man I thought... you really let him fuck you?"
"I almost had to beg him," I answered laughing at Dylan's surprise and asked him, "You thought what?"
"I thought you asked me to join you so you'd have someone to fuck," he answered still looking shocked, "Man Mike, I thought for sure you were both top guys wanting a piece of ass. I can't believe you're a bottom."
"I'm not," I interjected before he could go on with his false assumption, "Are you? You just said you wanted to fuck me. That doesn't sound like something a real bottom guy would say."
"Whoa there you two," Brody interjected, "We're burnin' time we could be usin' to do some of that fuckin' you're both talkin' about. It's like this Dylan; we both like it both ways and it sounds like you do. I fucked Mike. He was the best I've ever had bucko. He took it all. Then he returned the favor and loaded my hole with what felt like a bucket of jizz. He got me so fired up that I had to go again just like the two of you have me now. He got on and rode another one outa me and then let me suck it outta him. I kinda thought like you did too until I met Mike yesterday evenin'. Now that said I got somethin' to add. We didn't come on to you because we wanted a fuck hole. We flirted with you `cause a your cute freckled face, your friendly smile and attitude, your hot tight bubble butt, your sexy red hair, and your smokin' bod. Neither one of us wants to just bend you over and poke your hole without getting' to look at you some too. And hell bucko, I'm tellin' ya, I'm gonna be a might disappointed and jealous too if you only want to fuck Mike. I want some of what I just tasted up my butt too. You're hot pal and I'm bettin' we coulda done a lot of lookin' and never found someone that fit the bill like you do. Right Mike?"
"Totally," I answered and then said to the sexy redhead, "I don't want you to feel like our buttboy Dylan, I want you to feel like or fuck buddy. How about that instead?"
"You mean I can fuck you? Both of you?" he asked still not over his shock and amazement from what Brody had told him, "And you'll both fuck me?"
"As much as you want to until you have to leave," I answered him grinning, "You're going to be my first redhead pal. You're already way more than I've fantasized about and my hole's itching to be fucked wider than Brody had it with his big cock. Yours is way thicker, but you have that same blunt pointed head I do that lets it slide its way in easy and stretch a hole gradually as you fuck deeper. Can you tell that not only will I let you, but I want you to? We both like our fucks hard and powerful Dylan, so plan on going to town on our asses like you own them. You're sure as hell built for it."
"Hell bucko," Brody added, "You can sleep with that ass wrecker pluggin' my hole if you can keep it hard."
"Damn!" the redhead said as we watched for his reaction, "Damn! Holy fuck!"
"You okay?" I asked grinning at his response.
"Hell no!" he answered with a huge grin back at me, "I'm way better than that. You guys want to draw straws or something for first fuck? I'm ready either way."
His rock hard fuck tool proclaimed the truth of his words. Brody hadn't lost anything in the boner department the whole time since I had first teased him into an erection after we ate our breakfast. I however was still at the semi stage and needed some more recharge time.
"Why don't you and Brody go ahead and get started," I suggested as I saw them both take a glance at my half hard dick, "Watching you two should be more than enough to get me up."
Dylan didn't answer and looked slightly disappointed. He watched Brody to see what the cowboy would say. The studly rodeo hunk smiled mischievously and used his farm bred muscles to haul us all to our feet.
"Lets get what we need outta your room Mike and move over in here and take this party to the bedroom," he said, "Your sheets are a little crusty. I'm sure Dylan here will be more than happy to help us get mine that way too. Maybe we can call housekeeping and get them to do a late cleaning. It's clear as day we're gonna need extra towels anyway."
"They will," Dylan informed us, "At this time of day they mostly just sit around and wait for someone to call for something. The manager keeps a crew on all the time for it. The ladies are always complaining about how boring it is and how this housekeeping shift seems to drag on and on. They all really like being on the early busy shift."
"Great," Brody said reaching for the phone on the side table in the lounge area.
"Hadn't you better do it from my side?" I asked him before he could dial.
"It doesn't matter," Dylan answered, "Just tell them the other room number. It's a suite. They'll just think you're two businessmen here from out of town. The suites get used that way a lot. That's what I thought you were at first. Are you guys lovers?"
"No, we just met last night," I told the curious redhead, "It's a funny story."
"And got a suite together?" Dylan asked.
"Why don't you tell him about it Mike while I get our things," Brody said hanging up the phone, "They said they're on their way and they'll leave the extra towels in your bathroom."
"Don't forget the card key," I said as he went over to my room and gave me a thumbs up.
So I told Dylan how Brody had met me just last night.
"So you just happened to have the adjoining suite rooms?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered, "Kind of amazing isn't it?"
"Almost bizarre," he said laughing as Brody returned with an arm full of clothes and my bag.
"Naw," Brody chimed in, "It didn't get bizarre until we lucked out and got a hot number like you to top it off."
"Oh come on," Dylan said, "I'm nothing on you two. You've got the perfect vee shape chiseled like a statue that guys dream of having Brody and Mike's eye's more than make up for the bit of definition you have over him. Both of you are super good looking too."
"Dylan," I said pulling him to the bar with its mirrored wall behind it and facing him at it, "Take a look man. You're cute, handsome and young. And that body is nothing to be ashamed of. You swim don't you?"
"Yeah... well I did, I still do when I get the time," he replied, "How did you know?"
"Men only get those long lean muscles swimming," I answered him and asked, "What do you mean you did?"
"I was on the team at LSU," he explained, "I had to quit when I left school. They had to cut back on loans and grants because of funding and I need to raise some cash before I can go back and finish my senior year. It's only for six months then I'll be part time at another hotel in Baton Rouge. The corporation that owns the hotels will help pay education expenses then."
"You've got it all worked out haven't you?" I asked him admiring his determination.
I heard Brody talking across the lounge and turned to see him hang up the phone again.
"You two were all wrapped up talkin'. I just went ahead and ordered us some lunch," he said, "I figure if I get you both fed and fueled up we can spend the rest of the day and evening fuckin' our brains out. Then we can go out for dinner, recharge, come back and fuck til we can't fuck any more. Sound okay with ya'll?"
"Sure," I said, "I'll be more than ready to go then, but let's put some clothes on for real this time or are you planning on a bellboy orgy?"
"Count me out," Dylan said firmly.
"Tryin' to keep a low profile at work?" Brody asked him.
"No," the redhead answered, "If it's a guy, it'll be Conner. He always takes the suites on his shift. He's the manger's son and a real asshole. And he doesn't turn me on at all."
"Then it's out the door for Conner," I said, "I'm not going to let you go over any asshole bellhop. I want that hole buster between your legs too bad."
"I'm not worried," he said, "You'll see."
And we did. Brody and I had just finished putting on shorts and tee shirts when the doorbell rang (the lounge room had a real doorbell). Dylan ducked into the bathroom and closed the door still just in his jockstrap. Brody answered the door and a dark haired young man came in pushing a cart. He slouched as he sauntered into the room with the cart. He didn't say hello or kiss my ass. He just took the lids of the dishes and tossed them on the shelf under the cart. I think it was the zit on his zits that made him surly.
"Here's your food," he said and stood by the cart with his palm half up waiting on a tip.
Brody picked up the bill sitting on the cart and had to go over to the counter for a pen even though the guy, whose name tag did in fact say `Conner', had one in his vest pocket. The cowboy wrote on the tab and handed it to him. Brody didn't look pleased and it didn't have anything to do with what Dylan had said. Conner was plain rude and an asshole. He sure didn't belong in the service industry. He looked at the tab and made a sour face.
"Send somebody else next time," Brody told him, "I've seen better attitudes on fellas just run over by a bull."
Conner turned around and stomped to the door, opened it, and slammed it behind him on his way out. I'd never seen anything like it. Even in sleazy motels the staff was at least courteous.
"I'm going to call the front desk," I announced as Dylan came out of the bathroom.
"Don't bother," Brody said, "If his old man is the general manager it won't amount to a hill of beans. I reckon it'd be better if I sent an email off to the corporate office later on my cell. I saw the address for their website on their brochure in the desk. That'll light some fires."
"It sure would make my job easier if he got fired," Dylan said, "The way he acts makes the guests take it out on the rest of us in tips, or rather no tips."
"Then consider it done bucko," Brody responded, "Everybody dig in. Cajun muffulettas, I heard folks talk about `em, but I didn't know they were the size of a dinner plate."
"They're really good," Dylan told us, "A New Orleans specialty. Thanks Brody."
"You can thank me later bucko," Brody told him with a friendly slap to his butt, "I'm sure you'll thinka somethin'."
"Is he always this much of a flirt?" Dylan asked me picking up a plate and taking it over to the couch.
"As far as I know. It's how he started out with me," I answered, "I've only known him one night longer than you, but it was a really good night."
I went to take one of the plates and noticed another dish on the cart. It was a glass bowl in a silver dish filled with a fluffy chocolate mousse. I picked up one of the spoons to give it a taste and Brody stopped me by quickly retrieving the lid under the cart and putting it over the dish.
"Dessert comes after the meal Mike," he said giving me a wink, "Don't get your cart before the horse."
I gave him a puzzled look, but he just took a plate and went to join Dylan. I followed him, but before we could sit down Dylan cleared his throat to get our attention.
"I feel a little out of place guys," he said and then explained it to us when he saw our confused expressions, "Me... jock, you two... shorts and tee shirts."
Brody and I were quick to shed our outer wear. Dylan smiled happily as we sat on either side of him now in just jockstraps like he was. We dug in and ate while we talked randomly about this and that. None of us could finish our huge sandwich. We each only ate about half and washed it down with sodas that Dylan got up and brought us from the bar. The redhead told us that muffulettas kept well and Brody took our plates and set them back on the cart and put the lids over them.
"They'll make a good late afternoon snack," He said as Dylan and I leaned back and stretched satisfied with our meal.
Brody stayed over at the cart by the bar and after a minute I looked behind me to see him with a spoon in his hand and the lid off the mousse.
"No dessert for me right now cowboy," I told him, "I'm stuffed."
"Me too," Dylan agreed, "Maybe later Brody."
"Are you sure," he asked and walked to stand in front of us with his cock beginning to bulge in his jock.
"Now that I'll take some of," Dylan said beating me to the line and reached for Brody's package.
Brody took a step back out of reach.
"Hows about some of this," he said, turning around, bending over, and putting his hands on his knees pointing his ass at us.
The sexy fucker had an ass crack filled with creamy chocolate mousse. I changed my mind about dessert a split second before Dylan did. I got in a lick and my second one was with the redheads tongue beside mine. We had Brody down on the carpet on his knees with his cowboy butt in the air in a flash. Then we ate the sweet airy pudding from his ass with gusto. It didn't take us long before we licked the last of it from the hairs around his tight fuck hole and backed away to check out our work.
Brody's crack and hole were both clean and shiny with our spit. Dylan took one look at me and stuck his middle finger in his mouth to bring it out wet with saliva. He set it to Brody's hole and wriggled it into the hairy pucker. Brody let out a moan of enjoyment as I wet my own longest finger in my mouth, I slipped it into the warm damp anal opening alongside Dylan's and used it to search out the cowboy's prostate bump. The redhead's finger joined mine and we casually lightly ran the tips over the hard gland.
"OH yeah!" Brody groaned out loud, "Finger my ass! Fuck that feels good! Yeah right there fellas, that's it, oh fuck that's the spot!"
Brody's dessert ploy had us all hard again and giving in to the lust we all felt for each other. Dylan and I used our free hands to feel each other up and when we happened to reach between our finger fucked cowboy to cop a feel at the same time, we encountered his right hand stroking his big steely cock. The more we fingered him, the more he moaned and rotated his ass into our digits.
"I want more!" Brody demanded, "Fuck me! I want a hard cock up my ass. Somebody dick my hole. Fuck I need it!"
I looked at Dylan and raised my eyebrows letting him decide if he wanted to do the honors. I'd be just as happy either way. Afterall, the redhead's ass would be up for grabs if he made the decision to fuck Brody first.
"Can I fuck you while you fuck him?" he asked me with a look of young male horniness.
"Come on fellas," Brody moaned as we continued to finger him while we decided who was going to fuck who, "I'm gonna try to shove my own cock up my butt if one of you doesn't fuck me soon!"
I laughed and pulled my finger out and took my hard leaking dick out of the side of my mesh pouch and put it against Brody's hole with Dylan's finger still worming around in it. The redhead pulled his hand away and leaned in to get a close-up view of my cock as I slowly pushed it into the cowboy's needy hole. Brody moaned as the head popped inside his rectum and Dylan stared in fascination.
"Haven't you ever seen a guy get fucked?" I asked the redhead teasing him.
"Only in porn," he responded not taking his eyes off Brody's asshole, "I've only ever been with one guy at a time. This is so fucking hot. Man, I could never imagine I'd hear a butch stud like Brody begging to get fucked."
"I'm not beggin', I'm askin'," the cowboy said between his moans of delight.
"Then let him hear you beg for it Brody," I told him stopping my penetration into his fuck chute, "Go ahead stud beg for my cock."
"Fuck you Mike," he said and tried to shove his ass back on my rigid dick, "Dick me man!"
"Oh you can fuck me alright," I replied backing off to keep him from getting any more of my cock in him, "After I fuck you and you let Dylan hear you beg to get fucked. You know you want it. We do too. Go ahead and ask for it real nice and make it loud enough to convince me."
"FUCK! Hell yeah I want it!" he cried out, "Give it to me! FUCK ME! Tear up my ass with your pecker! Fuck me hard and fill my ass full of your cum! FUCK ME!"
"Good enough?" I asked Dylan holding onto Brody's ass cheeks tightly to stop him from slamming his ass back.
"Say please," the redhead told the cowboy still keeping his whole attention on the stretched anal ring around the middle of my prick.
"I'll give ya your please when I get a holda your asses you fuckin' cock teasers!" Brody threatened and I pulled my dick an inch out of his clutching asshole.
"OKAY! PLEASE FUCK ME! I GOTTA HAVE IT GODDAMMIT! FUCKIN' PLEASE FUCK ME!" Brody yelled loud enough to be heard in the next room. Thankfully they were our hotel bedrooms.
"How was that?" I asked Dylan enjoying the needy fuck denial we were teasing Brody with.
"Oh shit! He's so fucking hot," the redhead said excitedly mesmerized, "Give it to him Mike. Fuck him good!"
"Good boy Brody," I told him patting his ass, "You've got Dylan leaking as much as me."
I plowed into the stud's hole with a forceful lunge and bottomed out in his warm chute determined to sate his need to be man fucked.
"FUUUUCK!" Brody howled as his whole muscular body tightened up against the pain of the sudden deep penetration.
I didn't stop there. I immediately started battering my rock hard tool into the spasming cowboy's asshole while Dylan looked on now in shock. I grabbed Brody by the hips and thrust into him with a ruthless lascivious abandon and he gradually relaxed and began to meet my pummeling by grinding his ass back on my invading tool. As the cock hungry stud began to join in on the fuck, Dylan realized that he had wanted the brutal impalement and I had known it. He started urging me on.
"Fuck him Mike! Fuck his ass!" the redhead encouraged me, "He likes it! Give it to him! Fuck him!"
"OH FUCK YEAH!" the cowboy moaned loudly in response, "Fuck me hard! OH FUCK! Dick me Mike! I want to know I've been fucked when your cock's not up in me anymore. Fuck Me!"
I slowed down my full on bettering of Brody's ass. Just being with the two hot hunks was enough to make a guy cum, much less fucking one while the other one urged me on. I wanted to last a while longer and I really wanted a go at Dylan's fuck hole. I backed off and pulled my ass juiced cock out of Brody's clinging hole.
"Put it back in," he pleaded, "I want to feel you cum in my ass."
I moved back and offered Dylan my place. The young redhead looked surprised, then eager, and then took on a grin of raunchy determination. He got between Brody's fuck spread legs and put his big, fat, wide cock to his target. He looked at me and I mimed slamming the heels of my hand together to let him know to give it to the cowboy hard. He did. He shoved in so hard his balls rebounded off Brody's taint.
"FUUUUUUUCK!" Brody yelled again as his asshole convulsed at the sudden widening, "AHHHH! OH FUCK!"
Dylan went to town on his ass. He fucked him into a groaning writhing sex toy. Brody soon began to reciprocate and shove back into the redhead's slam fucking. I watched his bubble butt as it plowed back and forth delivering an ass wrecking fuck to the mouth open drooling cowboy stud. I moved behind the redhead and wet my fingers with saliva. When I put my mouth lubed fingers in his crack on an out stroke, he kept fucking but spread his knees apart to allow me better access. I soon had his hole wet and ready and scooted up closer behind him while he fucked Brody.
"Shove it in deep and hold it there," I told him and he did so without question, "I'm going to slide my dick up your ass nice and slow. When I get it in all the way, I'm going to stop and let you take over. You're in the middle. You have to be the one doing the fucking or we'll be slipping out all the time. You'll be fucking yourself and Brody at the same time. You ready?"
"Hell yeah!" Dylan answered with excitement, "Stick it to me Mike."
I did. I felt his hole part around my dick head as it popped into him eliciting a libidinous moan. I had to hold his hips and keep him planted in Brody's ass as the horny fucker instinctively tried to push his ass back into my fuck. I could tell he was ready so I pushed forward harder and gave it to him. Now he was the meat in our fuck sandwich.
"Holy fuck!" he said, "I'm not going to last long like this."
"Then fuck him and cum," I responded and leaned back to thrust my tool upwards so he could make full use of it while he dicked the cowboy, "Go ahead Dylan, give him your load man. He wants it."
"Fuck yeah, sperm my hole stud," Brody told him in confirmation, "Fuck it in me. Load me up."
Dylan began fucking again with a few tentative strokes. As he got a feel for being the middle man he increased his pace. He bore up on me when he fucked out pressing his prostate into my cock and down when he fucked into Brody getting as much of the cowboy's warm clinging chute around his cock as he could. He got into a steady rhythm for a few minutes and then began to tremble. I felt his hole clenching spastically at my rod and knew he was about to cum.
"Uh, uh, uh," Dylan grunted as he tried to hold back his orgasm.
"Here it cums Brody," I announced, "He's going to shoot."
"Fuck him into me Mike," Brody asked, "Fuck the cum outta him. Make him jizz my ass."
"Sounds good to me," I replied and slammed into Dylan's ass pinning him between us.
I bent over and grabbed Brody's shoulders for leverage so I could pound away at Dylan. The redhead fucker tried to buck and keep fucking but I plunged into him hard and fast so all he could do was take it. He stiffened and his asshole squeezed at my cock. Then he jerked hard all over and came.
"UHHH! AHHHHHHHH! UH! UH! UH! UH!" he cried out as he jerked with each wad of sperm he pumped up Brody's ass.
Finally he went limp between us and let out a last sigh.
"Nice!" Brody commented as he wormed his way out from under Dylan, "That was a mighty fine fuck bucko."
"Am I still alive?" Dylan asked weakly.
"You tell me," I said and started a slow leisurely fuck into his orgasm relaxed hole.
"Oh fuck that's intense," he gasped out.
"Too much?" I asked knowing how some guys just couldn't bear to be fucked right after cumming.
"Not like you're doing it now," he answered, "I don't think I could take another slam fuck right now though."
"Then you'll get a slow one," I told him and gave it to him.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I felt something wet and cold between my cheeks.
I looked over my shoulder to see Brody spooning chocolate mousse into my crack. He winked at me and I returned to my easy erotic fucking of Dylan's orgasm exhausted ass. Brody began to finger the smooth dessert into my hole. I got ready for another one of his rim jobs as he worked the warming mousse into me adding one finger after another until he was sliding the slippery stuff into my anal opening with all four. He removed his fingers and I relaxed ready for his tongue.
"Hey Mike," Brody said and pressed me down into Dylan with the heel of his hand between my shoulder blades.
"What?" I asked having trouble looking back at him because of the way he pressed me down.
"Here's that `please' I promised you," he said and drove his ten inch fuck pole up my dessert lubed ass in one powerful thrust.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out in fuck shock pain as my vision dimmed and my body tautened in response to the impalement.
`Now you tell me you want it," he whispered in my ear as he leaned over and kept his giant prick deep in my ass, "Go on ask me to fuck you. You know you want it. I'll start fuckin' as soon as you ask for it."
I took deep breaths for a few seconds recovering from the savage entry. I heard Dylan asking something as he was held down under me with my partially softened cock firmly entrenched in his chute. I let the fullness of Brody's giant cock in my ass carry over into raunchy satisfaction and the pain receded to a dull throbbing in my anal ring. My dick started hardening back into a full erection and I shifted my butt to accommodate the cowboy's whopper. I squirmed as I felt the pleasure lump in my ass lodged against Brody's fuck slab.
"Fuck me Brody," I asked, "I want it man. Please fuck me. Slide that huge dick in and out of me. Fuck me hard like I did you. Please man."
"Fuck that's hot," Dylan said from under me and started humping his ass on my rigid shaft.
Once again Brody showed me his mastery of fucking with a big cock. He hit my anal sex gland with every thrust. He went deep and long giving my ass the pleasure I craved. He leaned into me making me stay balls deep in Dylan's ass and put his mouth next to my ear and started talking trash.
"You're a slut for my big cock ain'tcha Mike? You need it don'tcha?" he said as he fucked me, "I'm gonna fuck the cum right outa you like you did Dylan. I'm gonna ram my big dick so far up your guts you're gonna taste the dessert on it. And then after you jizz his hot little hole, I'm gonna cum up your chocolate lubed ass. You like that?"
"Fuck Brody," I answered, "You're making my balls churn man. Fuck me!"
"I'm fuckin' you alright. I'm fuckin' you good. You should feel how your asshole is grabbin' my cock." Brody kept whispering to me, "I can feel you startin' to shake Mike. Whatsa matter stud? Is your hard pretty pecker about to unload? Are ya gonna sperm your cute fuck boy Dylan? You gonna flood his ass with your cum?"
"AHH FUCK! UH! OH FUCK!" I yelled as Brody's raunchy talk along with his deep dicking caused me to climax.
I tried to hump Dylan's ass, but Brody did to me what I had just done to the redhead. He held me down and pumped my ass hard. He kept me from being able to thrust back and forth like my dick wanted to. Dylan made up for it though. He felt me cumming and clenched and relaxed his asshole around my cock and rotated his butt as much as he could while I filled his fuck chute with my nut juice. I could feel the thick creamy load oozing out of him into my pubes. I gulped air and my dick pulsed the last weak shots into the redhead's tight clutching hole.
"Damn!" Dylan exclaimed under me as my muscles relaxed and I sprawled on him with Brody still fucking me, "It felt like someone shook up a two liter bottle of soda and uncapped it in my ass."
"I hear ya bucko," Brody answered him with a laugh without missing a thrust, "Mike's a cum machine for sure. My hole was leakin' his load for hours last night."
"Are you going to fuck me or brag some more?" I taunted him.
"I'm not just gonna fuck you Mike, I'm gonna breed your man hole," he answered my jibe by yanking me to all fours by my hips and fucking me harder.
Dylan crawled out from under me leaving a trail of jizz on the carpet from his cum flooded asshole. He crawled over by Brody and watched the cowboy stud ravage my ass. The redhead reached under me and milked the last of my load out of my softening cock and licked it off his hand. He didn't stop there either. He got a double finger full from his dripping ass and ate it too. Then he plundered Brody's ass for some of his own semen and sucked it down.
"Hows about some of that for a hungry cowboy?" Brody asked him and backed off his fuck speed.
"Mine or Mike's?" Dylan asked him.
"Why don'tcha get on all fours beside Mike and let me get it for myself? Brody opted with a mischievous sound to his request, "That way you can let my fuck hole stud here lick those jizz smears offa your lips."
"You're one fuckin' hot hunk Brody," Dylan said and wiped another gob of his spew out of the cowboy's soggy humping ass and wiped it on his mouth and lips before he took his place beside me and asked, "Want some Mike?"
I didn't hesitate to turn my head to his and start sucking on his mouth. I could taste the flavor of Brody's clean ass as a background r flavor to the redhead's cum. Dylan's tongued passed me some more and Brody set to rabbit fucking me.
"Here it comes Mike," he said suddenly, "See if you can taste this too! AAAARRRRRRRRGH! FUCK I'M CUUUUUMMMMMIN'."
Brody blew his wad deep in my ass and added to the gooey creamy stickiness already there from the mousse. He plunged his pecker into me over and over with a battering thrust for every shot he ejaculated. As his climax ended he jerked his cock out of hole and cleaned it with his right hand. He reached between me and Dylan and wiped some of the chocolaty cum concoction on my lower face and mouth and then on Dylan's.
"You going to join us cowboy?" I asked as I felt his load seeping out of my fucked open asshole.
"Not yet stud. I'm not through showin' you two how to say please like I promised," he responded snatching Dylan by the hips and plunging his massive fuck pole into the redhead's cum saturated asshole."
"AAAAAAAHHHH" Dylan wailed out right in my face as his arms collapsed and he dropped to his chest, "OH GOD IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT! FUCK! TAKE IT OUT!"
"Take a deep breath and relax," I told him looking back to see that Brody had only driven half his cock into the redhead. He had taken more from me. It was the abrupt entry of Brody's wider girth that I knew first hand that had him in fuck shocked pain.
"OH FUCK! I CAN"T TAKE IT! IT'S TOO BIG!" he cried as tears started running from his eyes.
"Listen to me!" I said firmly to get his attention as Brody looked about to withdraw his cock, "You took more from me and loved it. He's only got half of it in you. Just relax and you'll be fine. Hell, you'll be begging for it. Come on Dylan, calm down and take a deep breath. Brody's an incredible fuck. I'd hate to see you miss out on it."
"Yeah, that's the way bucko," Brody said soothingly as the young stud took the breath and relaxed, "I'll just stay right here and let you get used to it. You can do it. Your pecker's thicker than mine and I took it. There's more waitin' on ya when you're ready for it. Take your time."
"Better?" I asked him and ran my tongue over his lips licking up the chocolate cum on them.
"Oh fuck yeah. How the fuck can he go like this? He just came big time fucking you." he said wincing and began tonguing me back.
"I thought I told you he was a multiple cummer," I answered with a chuckle and went back to licking at the chocolate cum streaks on his face.
We tongue bathed each other as he went ahead and slowly circled his ass on Brody's hard monster meat. He pushed back gradually and ever so cautiously began to take in more of the cowboy's long meaty slab. Dylan moaned into my mouth when I locked my lips to his and started exploring his mouth with my tongue.
"I think he's likin' it Mike," Brody said still staying motionless on his knees as Dylan moved his butt around more and more, "Why don't you show him how limber you are and feed him some more dessert?"
I got to my knees and helped Dylan back to all fours. He had a hedonistic look of pleasure on his sticky face that made me smile empathetically. I tilted my head and saw that he had now worked a good eight inches of Brody's giant prod into his squirming chute. From the way he was moaning while he fucked himself on it, I knew he was going to take the whole ten. I crawled in front of the redhead and got on my back. I bent my waist and raised my legs past his head spreading them wider as they went. I ended up with the balls of my feet on the carpet beside my head with my cum washed, chocolate smeared, seeping asshole aimed at his face. I back scooted to him until his face was right over the mess Brody had fucked it into. Dylan dove right in and started chowing down.
"You got it all stud" Brody announced to Dylan, "There ain't no more. Feelin' okay now?"
"Fuck yeaaaaah!" Dylan answered breathily from my wide spread crack, "I can feel it way up in me. No one's ever fucked me this deep before. It's so fucking intense."
"I'm not fuckin' you bucko," Brody replied, "You're fuckin' yourself. I'm just supplyin' the dick."
"You can now," Dylan said.
"Can what?" Brody asked him with a note of teasing sarcasm.
"Fuck me," Dylan answered and I knew where this was headed.
"Say please," the cowboy demanded getting his own back.
"Huh!" the young cock impaled stud muffin snorted a laugh of irony into my gooey ass.
"Say it reeeeal nice," Brody kept teasing him and repeated my words, "And make it loud enough to convince me."
"PLEASE FUCK ME!" Dylan shouted, "PLEASE DICK MY ASS! OH FUCK PLEASE POUND MY HOLE! FUCKING PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME PLEASE! PLEEEASSSSSE!"
"Hey, he outdid ya there Mike," Brody said with a chuckle, "I'm thinkin' he really wants it. Is that right bucko? Ya want it hard and fast or slow and easy?"
"Please just fuck me!" Dylan begged.
Brody laughed diabolically as he pulled his huge fuck tool back and slammed it into the redhead's cum washed ass. Dylan moaned loudly into my butt crack and arched his back. I lowered my legs, bent my knees and put them on my shoulders so I could better see his face as he got plowed by Brody's ass wrecker, still allowing him to partake of the fuck mix on and in my ass. The cowboy didn't disappoint him. After the single savage thrust he commenced an all-out assault on Dylan's bubble butt. Brody dicked him into a constant state of wild grunts and loud moans in a split second. The redhead didn't go back to licking my hole. I looked down between my thighs and saw him with his mouth hanging open, eyes rolled back, and head bobbing up and down in time to the rapacious fuck that Brody was putting to him.
"You want another load of jizz up your ass bucko?" Brody asked him starting to breathe faster, "You want me to sperm your ass too?"
"UH! UH! UH! UH!" was the only reply Dylan could make as the cowboy drilled him into fuck ecstasy.
"Sure ya do!" Brody said and screwed him a new asshole, "Fuckin' take it! AAAAHHH! UHH! FUCK! TAKE MY LOAD!"
"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" Dylan managed to yell out as the cowboy spermed him deep and hard.
I started to unbend my knees and put my feet down, but Dylan grabbed onto my thighs under my knees and used them to brace himself as he shoved his ass back onto Brody's erupting fuck tool. The two of them bucked and ground into each other like two freight trains colliding. I was the most ferocious fuck I'd ever seen, porn included. It didn't end there.
"FUUUUUUCK! I"M CUUUUMMMING!" Dylan suddenly cried out.
He lurched forward off of Brody's still ejaculating pole and caught hold of his fat cock with his right hand just as it belched out a thick wad of cum. The glob landed right on my gooey asshole. Dylan took one wild eyed look at it and shoved his thick orgasming dick right at it and skewered my hole. He plowed into me and bucked his fuck induced load up my sloppy asshole mixing it with the rest of the fuck gunk already in me. He trembled all over and collapsed on me before I could even wrap my legs around him.
"Now that was one for the record book," Brody said panting for air behind Dylan.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," the redhead kept repeating over and over as he gulped breaths of his own and his deflating cock slipped from my soggy hole.
"We sure as hell shot off enough cum between us to paint the town white," I said sitting up and holding Dylan in my arms, "You two were amazing!"
"We couldn't a done it without you Mike," Brody laughingly said and moved over to join us, giving us both passionate kisses on our necks, "Thanks fellas."
"You okay Dylan?" I asked the limp redhead in my arms.
"Holy fucking shit!" he said as he sat up slowly finally coming back to life after the body draining sex we had just had, "Nothing is ever going to top that! Holy fucking shit!"
"I don't know bucko," Brody replied with a slap on his ass, "We've got all afternoon, evenin' and tonight and then tomorrow to try. Hows about a three way shower fellas? Then we can chill with a drink or two, have some eats, and go for it again."
"You're going to be the death of me cowboy," I said as I helped Dylan shakily to his feet.
"Yeah," the redhead said in agreement, "But like I said.."
"What a way to go!" we both spoke in unison with all three of us laughing.
As I took a step toward Brody's bathroom, I saw the mess we had made on the carpet. I pointed it out to them and wondered how we'd ever clean it up. It consisted of chocolate, dick drip, and cum smeared across the few square feet that we had fucked on.
"Housekeeping will clean it up," Dylan told us, "It'll be dry by in the morning and when they see what's on the cart, they'll think you just spilled your dessert. It happens all the time. I don't think the cum will show on this cream colored carpet."
"Yeah, I think you're right," I said and quit worrying about it, "It would have been a whole lot worse having to look at one of the cleaning crew if we had made that mess on the sheets. Think of what would they have thought about that."
We all laughed and headed for the shower. We showered, ate, fucked again, napped, woke up and called out for pizza. Then we fucked again, re-showered, and finally crashed. The next day was even more of the same except we took Dylan out for dinner at a steak restaurant down by the river. We spent our last night together seeing how much we could make each other cum and then it was time for Dylan to go. We traded addresses and cell numbers. He enthusiastically thanked us for everything at least four times. He made us both promise to stay in touch and to call him if we were back in New Orleans in the next six months that he would be here.
"And if either one of you gets to Baton Rouge..." he said as we kissed him goodbye at the door.
"We'll call," I said, "Don't worry Dylan. You're way too good of a thing to ever pass up if I get the opportunity."
"Count on it bucko," Brody added, "But with what you're packin' and your looks, I'm bettin' you won't miss us for long."
"Don't count on it cowboy," the redhead said as he went out the door, "See ya, I HOPE!"
And he was gone. This was my last night in town, so it'd be my last night with Brody too. We stayed in and swapped fucks with each other for hours. Neither one of us wanted to cum and have it end. When we finally did get off, with me fucking Brody and sucking his long hard cock at the same time, we fell into each other's arms and passed out into an exhausted sleep.
We woke up, showered, shaved, and got dressed. Brody insisted on taking me out to breakfast for chicory coffee and beignets. As we left the restaurant, he wrapped me in his arms and gave me full passionate kiss right on the river walk in front of the whole milling crowd. Some people did stare at us, a few admiringly, most surprised, and some with disgust.
"I sure didn't expect that," I said and hugged him tightly.
"I didn't either," he said, "I just had to Mike. There's not a damn thing wrong with what we've had together the past few days and I just wanted everyone around to know it. Fuck em if they don't like it. Bless em if they do."
"I know what you mean man," I said taking his hand in mine and walking that way back to the hotel, "Thanks Brody."
He helped my take my things to my car. He gave me another sexy kiss before I got in and drove away. I saw him waving in my rear view mirror and raised my hand in a parting goodbye. I thought about turning around and staying to watch him compete in the rodeo this week but decided against it. Neither one of us needed a long distance relationship. I would however keep my memories of our days together and if we ever met up again would willingly, no more like excitedly, add to them.
I turned onto Canal Street and headed for the interstate. As I took the onramp onto I-10 west, I reminisced about my just past encounter with Brody and Dylan. It was assuredly one vacation I would always remember, and it wasn't even half over yet!
TO BE CONTINUED
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