Bus Station Hijinks

Bus Station Hijinks #4 See previous parts for introduction. Comments welcome to Cgard43@hotmail.com

Justice for Jose

Late the next morning, there was a bad accident around the corner from the bus station. It really didn't have anything to do with the road repair, but Henderson was one of the first to the scene. There were no major injuries but one of the female drivers appeared to be extremely shaken up and Henderson appealed to Harley to let her lie down on the sofa in his office.

"I've got a better solution," Harley offered, leading the way to one of the sleeping rooms. Once the woman was comfortable, Harley and Henderson walked downstairs again, stopping in the coffee shop.

"Didn't even know you had rooms like that," Henderson commented.

"Oh, they're mostly used by long-haul bus drivers who need to rest after so many hours of driving," Harley answered. "We don't usually advertise that we have them."

"That's probably just as well," Henderson said with a chuckle, "you might find yourself in the rent-by-the-hour business."

"Well," Harley said, feeling his face redden, "that may have happened from time to time, but I can't be sure."

Harley was saved from embarrassment by Sumi, who brought a big glass of ice water for the woman which Harley took into her and then returned and sat down again.

Henderson talked about the progress on the road work and Harley was again struck by Henderson's masculine image. He seemed so cool and controlled, that in a way, the scene in the rest room with George now struck Harley as an incongruity. He couldn't be gay, Harley figured, deciding that he'd just needed quick relief and getting his cock sucked had been the answer.

They checked in on the shaken passenger to find that she was pretty well recovered and Harley called a taxi to take her home as her car was totaled.

They were just finishing their coffee when young Johnnie walked into the coffee shop and approached Henderson.

"Excuse me," Johnnie said deferentially, "but I think you better come quickly. Jose and one of the other guys are having a terrible fight."

Harley followed them out the door and saw a huge huddle of guys near the trailer. Henderson pushed through the crowd, finding that the other guys had separated the combatants. Harley tried to get close enough to hear what was going on, but by then most of the fuss was over. Henderson almost literally dragged the two guys into the trailer, motioning to Freddie to come in also.

The rest of the crew turned away and headed back to work, several of them comparing notes on what they'd seen. Harley listened but couldn't make sense of it and started to return to the station. That's when his curiosity got the better of him and he changed directions, walking slowly around the far side of the trailer.

At first, the air conditioning unit drowned out all the voices, but it suddenly shut off and he could hear surprisingly well. Henderson was interrogating the two guys, finally getting Jose to admit that he'd hit the other guy because he'd called him a name. Neither of them would say what the guy had called him, but the other guy insisted it was true anyway.

After fifteen or twenty minutes of getting nowhere, Henderson sent the other guy back to work with a strict warning that if there was any more trouble he'd be terminated. Then he excused Freddie, and turned back to Jose.

"You're gonna have to tell me what happened," Henderson said, "or there's no way I can keep from firing you for attacking another guy." Jose remained silent until Henderson restated his position.

"Oh well," Jose said with a sigh, "if I get fired anyway, I'll tell."

Harley listened as Jose told Henderson in a faltering voice the whole story about Freddie claiming his immigration papers were forged. He told him how Freddie had forced him to suck his cock, and that the other guy had found out and called him the superintendent's whore.

"But Jose," Henderson said clearly, "I checked your immigration papers myself. They're not forged."

"I know," Jose said almost in a while, "but what could I do? He was gonna make me lose my job."

"Has Freddie made you do this more than once?" Henderson asked. Harley didn't hear an answer so he assumed Jose had just nodded in response.

Henderson sent Jose back to work, but gave him strict orders to ignore the other guy. He also told him to come back to the office at the end of the day.

Harley heard the door close and quickly walked away from the trailer. Obviously, running a road crew was more complicated than he thought. He wondered what Henderson would do. He even considered telling Henderson what he'd seen, then thought better of it and went back to the station.

Action was light in the rest room all day, until George showed up in the middle of the afternoon. Once Harley spotted him, he hurried to his secret place. The rest room was deserted, but George waited patiently in one of the stalls with the glory hole and wasn't disappointed.

Not five minutes later, the bus driver Al showed up, and true to form, George was sucking his hot cock in short order.

"Oh yeah," Al moaned as George deep-throated his dick, "suck that cock deep like that." George mumbled something in reply, but with Al's seven and half inch cock down his throat, it was hard to understand what he was trying to say.

Harley watched intently. He knew that George loved sucking cock, though he didn't understand exactly why. Harley could understand why guys liked getting sucked, but he didn't understand the pleasure George got from servicing them. He particularly couldn't explain why George wanted to spend a whole afternoon there sucking one cock after another, even when he didn't know the guy to whom each belonged.

On the other hand, Harley did appreciate George's extraordinary skill just from the way all the guys reacted.

"Oh man, yeah," Al whispered anxiously as George sucked, "take my whole dick like that." He shoved his pelvis forward, trying to drive more of his cock down George's throat but George was in total control and altered the pace and depth of his strokes at will.

"Keep suckin' if you want my hot load," Al whispered hoarsely and George moaned loudly.

"Here we go then," Al said a minute or so later, "take it all, cocksucker. Eat that hot wad!"

And as Harley watched, George did just that, swallowing hard as Al's copious load of hot cum shot wildly into his mouth. George moaned again as Al's climax went on, but he kept sucking and swallowing to get every drop.

"God damn that's good," Al said when George finally slowed the action briefly before he let Al's cock escape his lips. "You've sure got a hot mouth."

"That's cause you've got such a hot dick," George said finally, wiping his mouth on his sleeve quickly.

The door opened just then, so Al quickly redressed and left the stall, glancing at the newcomer as he washed his hands hastily. Just as he reached the door, Al turned his head and spoke over his shoulder.

"Good cocksucker in the booth," he said and then left.

The young road crewman at the urinal looked at the door, then glanced over his shoulder, noting that one booth was in use. He shrugged his shoulders, finished pissing, washed his hands and left. In the stall, George grimaced.

"Stupid ass," he said to himself.

The action slackened after that and Harley gave it up, going back to his office. He kept thinking about Jose's situation, and wondering if he should get involved. He hesitated until it was almost quitting time then thought he should at least go and see Henderson to find out what he intended. He started from his office only to see Henderson, Freddie and Jose coming toward the station. Henderson sought him out.

"Wonder if I could borrow that room of yours. I need a private place to hold a discussion."

"Sure," Harley agreed, walking to the sleeping room which he unlocked again, "glad to oblige."

This was too good to be believed, Harley thought. Henderson, Freddie and Jose walked into the room and the door was closed. Harley didn't waste a moment getting back to his office and uncovering the two-way glass between it and the sleeping room.

"Okay now, Freddie," Henderson was saying, "let's talk about this story Jose finally told me this morning." He repeated what Jose had said, Freddie looking ashen the whole time.

"Well, is it true?" Henderson asked as he concluded. Freddie sat silently, not saying a word.

"Well?" Henderson repeated.

Finally, Freddie nodded barely then hung his head.

"Tell me the whole story," Henderson said finally. A long silence passed before Freddie spoke.

"About six months ago," Freddie started, "I caught Jose and that guy who left, Willie, in one of the porta-potties. They'd forgotten to lock the door and when I opened it, Jose was sucking Willie's cock.

"I told them to knock off fooling around on the job and they went back to work. I tried to forget about it, but I kept thinking about Jose sucking his cock...I mean, it really looked hot and...." His voice faltered.

"Go ahead," said Henderson in a very calm voice.

"Well, after Willie left, I just kept thinking about it and one day, I had to fill out one of those government forms which was about foreigners working here. I knew Jose was scared of the immigration guys and just thought maybe he was here illegally."

"But he wasn't," Henderson said, "I checked that myself when he started."

"I know," Freddie said, "but when I said something about immigration to him, Jose got a real scared look. I know it was wrong, but I pretended that I'd found out his ID was a fake and told him I'd call immigration to come and get him. He pleaded with me not to do it, so I told him I wouldn't if he'd suck my cock." Henderson rolled his eyes upward and sighed before speaking.

"And so he did?" Henderson asked. Freddie just nodded.

"How many times did he make you do this?" Henderson asked Jose, who looked even more afraid than Freddie did.

"A few times," Jose answered so quietly Harley could just barely hear.

"How many times, Freddie?" Henderson asked, turning toward him.

"Maybe six or seven," Freddie said, then more defiantly, "but he liked doing it, Jim."

"He did, huh?" Henderson asked.

"Yeah, well, he didn't say so but shit, he's a cocksucker, right?" Freddie was trying to make a stand suddenly.

"And what are you?" Henderson asked in an amazingly calm voice, "What kind of guy makes another guy suck his cock? What kind of a guy uses somebody's fear about being deported to get his own kicks. Tell me that."

"I was just giving him what he likes." Freddie tried an even stronger tactic, "How come you're siding with a cocksucker like him instead of with me, huh?"

"I'm not siding with anybody," Henderson answered, "but I believe in fairness. What you did strikes me as being a lot worse than a guy who prefers to have sex with another guy." Freddie blanched but Henderson wasn't finished.

"Besides, what makes you think that just because Jose likes guys, if he does, that he'd want to suck your dick? You think it's such a prize?"

Freddie started to stammer something but Henderson forestalled him.

"But that's not the worst of it. You forced him to do it. You threatened him with something he really fears and something which wasn't true anyway. That's fuckin' bullshit, Freddie." Henderson was now staring Freddie down intently but he let him suffer in the stillness for several moments before going on.

"Then you accidentally bragged about it to somebody, didn't you?" That took the last bit of air out of Freddie's sails and he sat down on the bed looking very dejected as he nodded his head silently.

Henderson let him wait, calmly walking around the room silently for a couple of minutes while he thought through the options.

Just then, in an example of really lousy timing, Harley sneezed uncontrollably. He recovered to see Henderson staring at the mirror intently, almost as if he knew it was two-way. Harley backed away for a moment then relaxed when Henderson started talking again.

"I think what you did is disgusting, Freddie, but tell me, what do you suppose you could do to make it up to Jose?" Henderson asked Freddie, standing right in front of where he sat on the bed.

"I don't know," Freddie answered, "I know it was wrong."

"So what could you do to make it up to him?" Henderson repeated.

Freddie looked up at him uncomprehendingly, then averted his eyes as Henderson stared him down.

"I don't know what you mean..." Freddie started, "I can't think of anything I could do...."

"Oh yes you do," Henderson said quickly, "you know exactly."

"Oh no," Freddie started to get defiant again, "I'm not gonna...I mean, I'm not a cocksucker, Jim, you know that."

"I don't know about that, and I don't even care," Henderson said. "Right now, you're a lot lower than a cocksucker in my eyes." He turned to Jose.

"Tell me, Jose," he asked, "how did what Freddie did make you feel?"

Jose searched for words as the other two waited.

"It made me feel like a prisoner," he said quietly, "It made me afraid."

Henderson turned back to Freddie.

"You see, Freddie," he said in a quietly menacing tone. "You see what your selfish little game did? Jose's a good man, and you made him feel afraid and like a prisoner."

"Tell me what I should do," Freddie said, looking from Henderson to Jose and back again, his voice pleading now. "Don't make me feel worse than I do. I know it was selfish and mean, but I didn't want to really hurt anybody. I figured he liked to suck so...."

"So what?" Henderson asked, his tone still menacing, "so you figured why not get your kicks, huh?"

"That's not what I meant," Freddie said quietly his voice trailing off.

"That's what it sounds like to me," Henderson went on. "You only thought about how you get your jollies, didn't you?"

"I was wrong," Freddie said quietly, "I see it now."

"Good, now let's go back to what we were talking about, Freddie," Henderson said, his voice calm again. "What do you suppose you could do to make it up to Jose?" When Freddie finally answered, it was almost in a whisper.

"I suppose whatever he tells me to do, huh?" Freddie asked, looking up at Henderson as his voice faded to a whisper. "I mean even if I don't want to."

"What might that be?" Henderson asked, "You've gotta figure it out, Freddie. Jose's wouldn't suggest it."

"Oh God," Freddie moaned, "Don't make me suck his cock, Jim That's not fair."

"Fair?" Henderson sounded really angry now and his voice fairly boomed. "You tell me what's fair, after what you did to him." Freddie was in agony now.

"Well?" Henderson asked after a moment. Freddie nodded, facing the inevitable.

"Okay. I'll do it," he said very quietly.

"You'll do what?" Henderson asked. Freddie winced again.

"I'll suck his cock," he whispered.

"Maybe you better ask him," Henderson went on, "Jose may not think you're good enough to suck his cock. Have you thought of that possibility?"

Freddie glanced first at Henderson in surprise, then looked at Jose and back again.

"Maybe Jose doesn't trust you enough to let you suck his cock," Henderson went on as Freddie looked puzzled.

"Maybe he'd rather beat the crap out of you. Maybe he'd rather fuck your butt." Henderson paused to let the words sink in, and Freddie still looked panic stricken.

"Oh God, Jim," he said in a frantic whisper. "You wouldn't make me do that, would you?"

"Ask him what it'll take," Henderson said, "but first, you better be prepared to say you're sorry, Freddie. Then you better beg him to let you make it up to you. If you don't, you're gone. You understand that?" Freddie hesitated for a few seconds then nodded.

Harley watched the pantomime which developed with rapt interest. Freddie apologized to Jose who was just as embarrassed as he was. Freddie asked Jose to let him suck his cock. Jose, nervous and rather afraid, hesitated. Then in what had to be his most difficult moment, Freddie knelt in front of where Jose sat on the bed.

"Please Jose, let me make it up to you for what I did," Freddie said almost in a whisper, "Please...please...please."

Jose was silent, looking first at Freddie and then at Jim Henderson. Finally Henderson nodded at him and Jose nodded at Freddie.

Silently, Jose stood and unzipped his pants. Wordlessly, he pulled his cock through the opening of his fly. Freddie gasped. Jose's cock stiffened as he tugged at it, the broad pink head quickly popping out from under its protective foreskin.

"God damn," Freddie said, inches from Jose's now exposed organ, "it's so big. I could never...." He looked up at Henderson. "That fucking thing would choke me, Jim."

"Shut up," Henderson said, "you didn't think about that when he was sucking your cock, did you? You didn't worry about choking him, even if your dick's smaller than his."

"My dick's every bit as big as..." Freddie started to speak but stopped.

"Get on with it, Freddie. You're wasting time," Henderson said in a voice that brooked no denial.

Freddie gulped and swallowed then slowly moved forward, opening his mouth very tentatively as the thick head of Jose's cock touched his lips. With just the barest amount of movement, he began to suck it. Taking no more than an inch or so, he tried to imitate the way Jose had sucked his cock.

"I don't know how Jose sucked yours," Henderson said quietly, "but it doesn't look to me like you're doing much of a job there."

Freddie groaned.

"Suck it right, Freddie," Henderson went on, "Make it feel good to him, dammit!"

Thus challenged, Freddie began trying to take more of Jose's cock into his mouth, and also began applying more pressure with his mouth against it. Once over the first shock, he discovered that it wasn't poisonous and it really wasn't even unpleasant. As the minutes passed, he was finally doing a worthy job of sucking the Latino's long, thick cock.

After the first several minutes, Henderson began casually walking around the room, first looking out the window, then straightening the shade on the lamp in the corner. Equally casually he approached the mirror, smoothed his hair with his hands and adjusted his shirt and jeans again.

Harley stood well away from the mirror now, seeing only Henderson who took up the whole view. He jumped when Henderson suddenly smiled into the mirror. Harley felt sure that Henderson had somehow guessed his secret.

Henderson turned then and with a huge sigh of relief, Harley realized why he had smiled. He glanced at the bed to find Jose and Freddie now really going at it in a '69' position. Even with the wall dividing them, Harley could hear them moan and groan and he had a great view of Freddie now doing a damn good job sucking the Latino's cock. For his part, Jose was now giving Freddie a great blow job because he wanted to, not because he had been forced to.

Henderson stood still, just on the other side of the wall and he and Harley watched as the two men sucked each other to climax.

Jose came first and Freddie sputtered and almost gagged as the other's thick cock flooded his mouth with cum. He held it in his mouth, unwilling to swallow, until he suddenly felt his own cock start to erupt deep in Jose's mouth.

Freddie opened his mouth to speak and involuntarily swallowed the copious offerings of Jose's cock.

"Oh damn, that feels so good," Freddie cried. "Suck it, Jose...take it, please!"

Henderson moved away from the mirror, rather embarrassed at watching the pair. As he turned, he reached down to adjust the huge bulge down the leg of his jeans and Harley did the same with his own, albeit smaller probe. Harley felt a strong satisfaction as he realized that Henderson had gotten excited watching too. It made him feel less guilty than he sometimes did.

On the bed, Freddie and Jose had both laid back, spent after their mutual activity.

"You guys friends again?" Henderson asked quietly. Freddie sat up and faced Jose.

"I'm really sorry," he said very quietly, "Please forgive me for what I did."

Jose couldn't help but smile, and soon the two of them were climbing off the bed and zipping up their pants again.

"There's just one thing left," Henderson said to Freddie. "I'll leave it up to you to stop the rumors about Jose. I'll know if you don't, and there won't be another chance. Understand?"

Freddie nodded and agreed repeatedly. They all started for the door.

"Oh yeah, by the way," Henderson said finally, "if you guys want to mess around like that again, do it somewhere else than in the damn trailer."

"Oh, I'd never...." Freddie started but Henderson stopped him with a gesture.

"Don't say never, Freddie," he said quietly. "I'm just telling you not to use the trailer." Freddie and Jose both smiled.

The guys all left but Henderson turned and walked over to look at the mirror once more before he left. Harley missed it though, because he'd already replaced the picture.

A New Friend for Hank

Harley had to go to a station manager's meeting at the county headquarters the next day, and was gone from the station all morning. When he got back early in the afternoon, he noticed that a key for one of the sleeping rooms was missing from downstairs so he asked Sumi about it. He confirmed that one of the regular bus drivers had come in and rented one of the sleeping rooms, turning the fee over to Harley.

Harley almost raced to his office and moved the picture which covered the two- way glass through which he could view the larger of the two sleeping rooms. He was surprised to see three naked guys there.

He recognized Hank along with Chris. Harley pondered about the unusual time for Hank to be there at what was an odd time for him but put it out of his mind as he focused on the third guy. He was another young guy, but Harley was sure he hadn't seen him before. He looked to be about Chris' age, but was dark-haired and of medium-build. His semi-hard cock, which he was stroking carefully, was thicker than Chris' but was a little shorter, maybe seven and a half inches.

"I told you this guy was hot," Chris was saying to the new guy.

"You ever done this before, Andy?" Hank asked. "You gotta take it kind of easy, you know, at least at the beginning." The young guy nodded.

"Sure," Chris answered for him, "Andy's the one who showed me how to double-fuck a guy."

Harley heard the words but couldn't imagine what they could mean. He stared through the glass as the guys positioned themselves in ways Harley had never seen before.

Chris laid on his back in the center of the bed and Hank had climbed astride him, his profile toward Harley. It was clear that Hank had Chris' cock up his ass, and he was moving up and down slowly, almost like he was riding a horse. Up and down he bounced, groaning loudly as he almost seeming to be in slow motion. Harley watched Hank impale himself repeatedly on Chris' long thin cock.

"God damn, I love gettin' fucked." Hank seemed unusually cheerful and the other two had smiles on their faces too. "Ain't nothing better than having a big cock up my ass."

Andy had continued stroking his cock and now it was completely stiff.

"It's gonna be better when you've got two of them up there." he said with a laugh.

"Sounds hot to me," Hank said, his voice unsteady as he continued to ride Chris' cock. "Hey, you've got a great looking cock there, Andy. Give me a taste of that beauty." He leaned forward as Andy moved closer to him.

Harley watched, groping his own stiff cock through his pants, as Hank gulped the young guy's cock deep into his mouth and started sucking it hard and fast.

Bending over had stopped Hank from moving up and down very much, but Harley saw that as Hank lifted himself slightly off Chris' body, Chris began stroking his long cock in and out of Hank's ass rhythmically in turn.

Andy let Hank continue sucking his cock for several minutes then finally spoke in a deep but young sounding voice.

"You ready to take mine too, man?" he asked. Harley was puzzled, but Hank answered quickly, releasing the thick, saliva-coated cock from his mouth.

"You bet I am," Hank said. "Just take it easy till I get used to it."

As Harley watched in silent astonishment, Andy moved onto the bed behind Hank. Straddling Chris' legs, Andy positioned the head of his dick next to Chris' cock and pushed forward, the head and the next inch or so of his cock entering Hank's ass. The way they were positioned gave Harley an almost perfect view.

"Oh God," Hank said in a loud groan, "take it easy. You guys have got a lot of cock between you."

Harley stood spellbound as Andy slowly, carefully worked his cock alongside Chris' into Hank's asshole. With tremendous patience, Andy slid inch after inch of stiff meat into Hank's yielding opening. Hank never resisted, he just groaned as he felt its progress into him.

It took a number of minutes, but Andy clearly was experienced at what he was doing and got on with it. Each of the guys expressed his own feelings.

"Hey, you've got a great ass here, buddy," Andy said, "This baby's built for taking dick."

"Oh yeah, that feels great, your cock next to mine," Chris said. "Your dick's really hot, Andy."

"Oh God," wailed Hank, "you guys are really stretching my asshole now. Oh shit! Wow! That's unbelievable, guys."

Harley was stunned. He'd never imagined anybody would even think of taking two cocks up his ass, let alone that anyone would actually try it. He shook his head as his gaze was locked on the action just ten feet from him.

"Oh yeah, that's got it," Chris' said when he finally felt Andy's balls touch his, signaling that Andy's cock was almost all the way into Hank's hole.

"God damn that's good," Andy answered in turn. "What a hot fuckin' hole you've got, man."

"Sonofabitch," Hank cried, falling forward slightly as Andy's cock reached to its full depth and thickness inside him, "you're tearing my ass apart."

"Problem?" asked Andy quietly, whispering into Hank's ear now.

"Fuck no," Hank answered. "I love it. Just give me a minute to get used to having all that cock up my ass."

Both Andy and Chris held still for a minute or so as Hank moved his buttocks from side to side, trying to adjust to the incredible thickness of the two cocks buried deep inside him. Then he leaned forward, bracing himself with his hands on either side of Chris' shoulders.

"Okay, studs," Hank said finally, "give me your big cocks! Don't hold back. Give me the hot fuckin' I need."

Andy started then, first with short then with longer strokes into Hank's ass. Half a minute or so later he said something to Chris that Harley couldn't hear, but Chris then joined the motion and soon the two guys were jointly fucking Hank's ass in careful, deep strokes.

Harley couldn't believe what he was seeing. Having never understood how any guy could take even a small cock up his ass, he was totally dumbfounded at the scene before him. Even a cursory look told him that Andy and Chris' cocks together had to be more than three inches in diameter, and they were cramming their cocks into Hank's ass like crazy. The most amazing part was that Hank really seemed to be enjoying it.

"Oh God," Hank raved, "that's the greatest. That feels so fuckin' good! Fuck me like that...oh yeah, let me have it all! Fill up my goddamn hole, studs."

"Damn right," Andy said, "you're really a great fuck, buddy. Not many guys can take all this cock like you're doing."

"He really knows how," Chris offered, still pistoning his nine-inch rod into Hank in rapid strokes.

"You're fuckin' right," Hank countered, "and my ol' ass really loves what it's getting right now."

They fucked for almost ten minutes, the pace growing faster and faster as the time passed.

"Ohh," Hank let out in a gasp suddenly.

"Hot fuckin' ass," Andy almost panted. "I never met a guy who liked gettin' fucked this hot, man."

"You bet," answered Chris from below, "Hank really knows how to take cock."

It was Andy's fucking that Harley could see most clearly and he was really going at it hard and fast. In fact, Harley didn't think he'd ever seen anybody stroke as fast as Andy was. Harley had started stroking his cock almost as soon as he'd taken in the picture, now he was beating it hard, though he was trying to be careful not to come too quickly.

Hank was loving the action, it seemed, but what Harley couldn't appreciate was that it was driving Chris crazy too as Andy's good-sized cock stroked alongside his own.

"Oh God," Chris cried suddenly, "I can't hold our much longer. This hot ass is wild, and your cock rubbing against mine is driving me crazy."

"Try to hold back," Andy cried. "I'm getting close too, but let's fuck him till we can both blast our nuts up his butt and all get off together."

"Oh yeah," Hank moaned loudly, "you're getting me hot and ready, studs, but keep fuckin' that hole. Give me those hot fuckin' dicks."

It wasn't more than a minute of so later that Chris started to groan louder and louder. Andy continued to drive his pistoning cock in and out of Hank's hole like a human dynamo and Hank was almost shouting.

"Fuck me, goddammit," he cried, "Fuck that hole like that. Oh yeah, deeper...harder...keep fuckin' me, guys."

"There," Chris cried, his voice almost in a frenzy. "Take that goddamn load. I'm coming, man...I'm coming!"

"Oh yeah," Hank cried, "I can feel it, man. Pump that load up my butt."

"Go, Chris," Andy cried, still fucking at the intense pace, "you're shooting that load all over my dick, man. Wow, that feels hot...oh yeah, dammit...here we go."

Hank was grunting now, beating his cock steadily he pushed his ass back against Andy's cock which continued to punish his insides.

"Shoot it, God dammit," Andy cried. "Shoot your load, stud and that'll get me off too. Beat that cock, man!"

With a tremendous shout, Hank's cock erupted, shooting volley after volley of cum all over Chris' chest, the first blast reaching almost up to his throat.

"Yeah," Hank cried, "Oh yeah, fuck me while I come."

Andy's prediction was true. Once Hank's ass started spasming against his cock, it was his turn and he rammed his cock to the hilt into Hank's ass as he started to shoot his huge load of cum wildly deep inside.

"God that feels good," Chris raved, "Man, your hot cum's shooting all over my dick now."

"Take it," Andy cried, "Oh yeah...great God damn fuck...oh yeah, man, take that hot load!"

Hank, who had been the recipient of the one of the most intense fuckings of his life, almost passed out as he felt Andy's cock throb and spasm deep inside him. Suddenly, the sensation of the two cocks inside him and the intensity of his own climax combined and he fell forward across Chris' chest, his whole body shaking wildly. Chris wrapped his arms around Hank's back and held him, even as Andy continued to fuck, emptying his nuts deep in Hank's bowels.

Then, almost in an aftershock, Harley came too, his cock erupting and spewing his hand full of his own cum. He didn't stop watching until his orgasm ended then moved away to wipe himself off. When he got back to the window, all three guys were still in the same positions as when he left. Each was sighing in his own way in the aftermath.

"You gonna finish the job right?" Andy asked just as Harley got back to the window. His voice had a taunting tone.

"Whadda you mean?" Hank asked over his shoulder.

"Hell man, after you get fucked by two cocks you're supposed to suck 'em all clean again," Andy answered, grinning at Chris over Hank's shoulder.

"Well sure, stud," Hank said without hesitation. "We gotta do it right. Bring that cock of yours over here with a lot of cum on it. I'd love to suck your cock clean." Andy laughed as he carefully withdrew his cock from Hank's well-fucked hole, then moved around in front of Hank again.

"Mmm," Hank moaned as he sucked Andy's shit- and cum-streaked cock deep into his mouth.

"Oh yeah," Andy mumbled as Hank deep-throated his cock repeatedly. "Eat up that cock, buddy. Make it feel ready to go again." Hank kept sucking until Andy finally dropped his hands to rest on Hank's shoulders.

"Better take care of our buddy here, too," Andy said quietly.

"Right," Hank answered, reluctantly releasing Andy's still stiff cock from his mouth. "That rod up my ass still feels hard as a rock." He carefully lifted himself up and away from Chris' cock which finally slid from his chute with a loud pop.

Hank quickly moved back on the bed and, starting at Chris' balls, he began licking and kissing his way up to Chris' only slightly softened cock. Hank moaned as he tasked their combined juices mingled with his own.

"Some for me, too," Andy said with a grin as he bent forward and carefully licked up every drop of Hank's copious load from Chris' chest.

"Good stuff," he mumbled to himself.

Hank and Andy kept at it until they'd each captured the prize they sought, and soon all three guys were lying on their backs on the bed, amid a lot of sighing and laughing.

"Chris told me you were a hot fuck, Hank," Andy said finally in the silence, "but I've never known anyone as hot to get their ass pumped as you."

"That's 'cause you never met a guy who likes sex as much as I do," Hank laughed, "I'm always hot to get it on."

Their conversation subsided and Harley couldn't hear much of what was being said until they started to get up and dress again.

"Yeah, two weeks from Friday's good, if you can come over there," Hank was saying, mentioning the town where he lived. "My old lady goes to the movies on Friday and I'm free. We'll get a room at a motel and you guys can prove you can do it twice in one evening."

"When we finish with you, you'll be swimming in cum, stud," Andy said with a laugh.

"Swimmin' hell, I'll be eatin' it all up, man," Hank answered.

In a matter of minutes, they were all dressed and on their way. Harley sat at his desk for a long time. As he thought about what he'd seen, it started to get him excited all over again and he felt his cock rising in his pants again. He checked the rest rooms but found there was no action there. Finally he shook his head and reluctantly went back to work.

A few minutes later he joined Sumi in the coffee shop for a cold drink. Sumi grinned at him as he sat down but said nothing. Harley watched the young Oriental walk toward the kitchen after serving his drink and couldn't help but notice again his firm, well built ass, shown off so well in his tight-fitting jeans.