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This story takes place in the 1990s. While the 'when' really isn't important, you will likely notice the absence of smartphones and the internet. Such were the breaks of growing up Gen X.
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Donny and Friends Chapter 16
The sharp pain of Buck's massive cockhead penetrating my boy-pussy snapped my attention back to the hunk beneath me. Buck's piercing blue eyes were glued to my face, his strong hands gripping my hips. He pulled down on me and another inch of his rock hard cock slid into my ass. It hurt, yes, but it was not the worst I'd ever felt. Toby and Jack's double penetration of me had been much more painful. This pain was quite manageable actually, and I knew from experience that it would pass quickly. I smiled down at him and pushed myself back harder on his cock, taking another couple inches inside.
I reached behind me and felt the massive penis I was partially impaled on. My fingers came away covered in slick lube - Buck's cock and my ass had both been well prepared for this. I raised up and literally threw myself back down on Buck's rod driving it entirely into me the rest of the way. This time I cried out as the pain was sharp and I could feel it much deeper than ever before! Buck chuckled as he lay beneath me. His hands began roaming up and down my sides, caressing my bare flesh beneath his fingers.
"Just sit still and get used to it," he whispered to me.
The room was occasionally spinning; I was more drunk than I'd ever been up to that point. I supposed that probably helped with the pain, too. I stared down into Buck's chiseled face, our eyes glued together, as the seconds passed while my ass became accustomed to his cock.
I felt movement on the couch beside me and I glanced over to see that Mr. C. and Suzie were gone and had been replaced. Toby was flat on his back, the top of his sandy blond head pressed tightly against my leg. His arms were extended in both directions as if he'd been trying to catch his balance. Then my eyes focused on the dark shape just beyond Toby - it was Ty. I realized Ty must have just carried Toby over here and plopped him down on the couch beside Buck and me. Ty spread Toby's legs wide and leaning forward, he shoved his huge black cock back right up inside my boyfriend's ass.
Toby moaned with the penetration, then cooed in a husky voice, "Oh, Ty, you're so big!"
"Now, now," Ty growled, playfully. "What did I tell you to call me, baby?" he prodded Toby.
Toby smiled drunkenly up at the big black man. "Daddy," he giggled. Then raising a hand he placed it on Ty's shoulder and slid it down across the black man's huge chest. "Fuck me hard, Daddy!" he said. Then Toby cried out and began a rhythmic, "ungh, ungh, ungh!" with each of Ty's thrusts into him.
My memory goes a little hazy at that point, unfortunately. The next lucid moment I remember I'm flat on my back on the couch, my legs are in the air and Buck is plowing my ass for all he's worth. I can feel myself sliding across the cushions with each of Buck's powerful thrusts. I felt disconnected, almost like I was having an out of body experience or something. I was aware of what was happening, but I didn't really feel anything. I brought my hand up and felt my belly and realized it was covered in jizz.
`This can't all be mine, can it?' I thought to myself.
Suddenly, Ty's face seemed to just materialize above me. He leaned down and kissed me ever so gently on the lips. Then moving to my ear he licked it.
"I'm afraid I wore your boyfriend out," he whispered. "He finally fell asleep on me." Ty pulled back a little and kneeled beside me on the floor. He began to caress the top of my head with one hand and my chest with the other. All the while Buck continued to plow my ass.
"He took four loads from me before he passed out," Ty announced proudly and then chuckled. "Damn, I love blond white boys!" he exclaimed. Turning to Buck he said, "You two been fuckin' all night! How many loads've you pumped into him?"
Buck just growled and slammed into me one more time then froze for a few seconds before he gave a couple more slow thrusts and withdrew, sitting back down on the couch.
"That was six," he smirked at Ty. "And before you ask, that spunk covering his belly is all his. It seemed to be flowing constantly for a while there! Challenged me to just keep going!" he finished with a laugh.
"Goddamn!" Ty exclaimed appreciatively.
"I know!" Buck chuckled. "Might be a record. At least since we quit working the party circuit, it is for sure."
Buck's hand came down and caressed my thigh gently.
"He's just got the sweetest ass, this one does," Buck said, looking me right in the eyes. "I'd come back and tap it anytime he wants."
I realized that while he was carrying on a conversion with Ty, he was really speaking to me. I smiled up at him and winked. "I'd like that," I said.
The two friends (and porn stars!) got up and wandered, naked, into the kitchen at that point. I wanted to get up and follow them but I was just too exhausted... and sore! I stayed where I was and glanced around the living room as best as I could. Toby was sprawled on a beanbag beside the couch, snoring softly. I couldn't see anybody else from where I was, then I noticed pre-dawn light coming in through the windows. I closed my eyes for a second... you know, just to rest for a moment...
I was awakened the next morning (11:45 AM is still morning, right?) by Mrs. C. as she made her way through the living room to the kitchen. She was wearing that floor length, fluffy white robe of hers. Her hair was a bit disheveled, and she'd cleaned the makeup off her face. She was still beautiful. She was humming a Christmas carol. I realized it was her subtle way of telling me and Toby to wake up and tend to ourselves without addressing us directly. We were still naked and covered in dried cum after all. But when I tried to sit up my hangover came crashing down on me.
It was a struggle, but I managed to get up. I roused Toby, who was still asleep, and we retreated upstairs to get cleaned up. We both waddled a bit painfully, our asses extremely sore, flakes of dried cum falling off us the entire way. We went directly to the shower, hopped in together and cleaned ourselves up. We washed each other and kissed a little but that was it - our heads were pounding and we were both still spent. We remained mostly quiet, the previous night's activities still fresh in our heads, and well, talking just hurt our heads. We dried each other off and then wrapped towels around our waists and headed out to find the others.
Our bedroom was empty, but when I glanced into Jack's I found Jack, Hank, and Marcus all cuddled together on Jack's large bed. They were still asleep and in sort of in a triple spoon - Jack in the middle cuddling Hank, with Marcus behind Jack and his arm over both of them. Despite my pounding head, I found the sight just adorable.
We decided to leave them be. I glanced in the clubhouse room, but nobody was there. I briefly wondered where Cullen and porn stars might be, but was hurting too much to care. So we went back to our bedroom and laid down on the bed to wait for the pounding in our heads to stop.
"Donny, Toby," Mr. C.'s voice echoed through my skull! Why was he shouting? "Boys," he continued, "here; sit up and drink this. It'll help. I promise."
I pried one eye open and saw Mr. C. sitting on the edge of the bed holding two glasses filled with a milky substance. Neither Toby nor I moved.
"Come on, now. It's already noon," Mr. C. urged us. "This will make you feel much better. Buck and his friends have gone and Cullen is downstairs helping your mom make brunch. You boys all need to refuel after last night."
The mention of food made my stomach flip and I groaned.
Toby finally pulled himself up and took one of the glasses and took a tentative sip.
"Agh! That's foul!" he exclaimed, and immediately regretted the volume of his own voice!
"I know, son," Mr. C. said. I could tell he was whispering but he sounded so loud. "It does taste bad, but it works on hangovers. Guaranteed."
I sat up and took the other glass. It was then that I noticed Mr. C. was wearing his Asian themed silk robe, but it wasn't closed in front at all. From a sitting position I could easily see his impressive, flaccid penis hanging over an equally impressive set of hairy balls. Mr. C. noticed my wide-eyed gaze and smirked.
"I'll be more careful covering up if it bothers you, Donny," Mr. C. said with a wink. "I just figured since you saw it in action last night that we'd likely crossed that barrier."
"No!" I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too quickly. "I mean, I don't mind. At all," I finished awkwardly.
Mr. C. just grinned, and stood turning to face us, which placed his dangling member even more on display. I took a huge draw of the nasty hangover reliever. And oh, my God! Was it terrible!
Toby seemed to experience a dry heave as he finished his glass and handed it back to Mr. C.
"Jesus, Dad!" he exclaimed. "That stuff is awful! What is it?"
Mr. C. stood there watching me struggle to get all of my glass down. Finally, he answered, "I've never lied to you boys. So let me just say I'd rather not tell you. The less you know..." he trailed off.
There was silence for a moment as I finished.
"Well, thanks, Dad," Toby finally said sarcastically, but in a joking kind of way.
"Thanks, Mr. C.," I said, handing him back the empty glass. He strode to the door, then turned back to face us. His dick swung back and forth as he moved, drawing my attention to it.
"Donny," he said, which reluctantly pulled my eyes up to his face. "I think I'd really like it if you started calling me `Dad.' No pressure, mind you," he finished with a warm smile. "But do think about it."
And with that he turned and was gone.
We sat there a moment staring after him. Finally, Toby turned to me and said, "I am starting to feel better. I wonder what that shit was."
"I dunno," I just mumbled, my eyes still on the open doorway.
Toby watched me for a moment, then with an evil grin, he said, "You know... Ty had me call him `Daddy' last night while he fucked me. Maybe Dad wants to fuck you?"
"WHAT?!" I yelled at him incredulously, embarrassed, but honestly wondering - maybe hoping - the same thing.
Laughing and both already feeling much better, we lunged at each other, wrestling on the bed. It wasn't long before the towels wrapped around our waists were shed revealing we both had raging hard-ons. We obviously really wanted to fuck at this point, but both of us having been thoroughly ravaged the night before we each wanted to top. Usually I was no match for Toby, but somehow I managed to hold my own, neither of us really getting the upper hand.
"What's going on in here?" Jack asked as he stood in the doorway drying his hair. He was obviously straight from the shower.
We paused and stared at him for a moment.
"Hey, why aren't you hungover?" Toby asked.
Jack chuckled and said, "Because I know how to pace myself and I can hold my liquor!" He took another step inside the room, still drying his hair as he spoke, but otherwise completely naked. His cock hung limply between his legs, his leg and groin hair still damp from his shower.
"Hey, wait a minute," he began. "Why aren't you two hung..." but he didn't get to finish that thought.
Now, before I continue this narrative, I want to make a couple things crystal clear. Whatever else was in Mr. C.'s magic hangover remedy, it apparently contained at least one controlled substance if not more, because Toby and I were high as kites at this point and only soaring higher, we just didn't realize it.
Secondly, as a group, consent is one of our core values. I would like to think that had Jack actually resisted us, even in the state in which we found ourselves, that we would have relented. But he didn't resist, and not out of fear either, but because he loved and trusted us completely. Even misplaced as that trust probably was in our current judgment impaired state.
"Why aren't you two hung..."
Toby and I simultaneously leapt from the bed laughing and landed on Jack, tackling him to the floor. It sent his towel flying and momentarily knocked the wind out of him. We each grabbed an arm and literally threw the larger 18-year-old onto our bed. We didn't quite get him there, though. He landed on the edge and slid to the floor settling on his butt with an, "Ooff!"
As he caught his breath, he looked up at both of us now standing right in front of him, our rock hard dicks inches from his face!
"Okay," he smirked up at us, "let's do this." He took our cocks in his hands and leaned forward licking up the pre-cum that had pearled on my piss slit.
Jack's sandy blond hair was not as long as Toby's or mine, but there was plenty enough to get a good handful. Which is exactly what I did. I jerked his head back causing his eyes and mouth to both open wide. I bent forward and spit forcefully in his face. I don't know why I did it, I seemed to be on autopilot.
Toby followed my lead and hacked up a loogie, which he spit directly into Jack's open mouth. Then without giving him any time to react, I shoved my cock into Jack's mouth as far as it would go. Now, I'm not that big, as I've mentioned before. Still the head of my cock easily tickled Jack's uvula, causing him to sputter and gag.
I pounded away at him, fucking his mouth for a few minutes before I pulled completely out. I looked down on his beautiful, masculine face, now slick with drool and tears. His eyes were watering but he wasn't crying, no. His hands were down at his sides grasping the edge of the comforter that had slid off the bed in his fists. He was determined to take whatever punishment Toby and I dealt out. Take it and revel in it. We were Jack's brothers, his friends, and his lovers. Whatever was going on with us, he sensed we had a mighty need just now, and he was going to do whatever it took to fulfill that need.
Toby reached out and took Jack's head in both hands, and drove his cock hard into Jack's mouth. Toby was at least an inch longer than me, so he was definitely entering Jack's throat. Jack was gagging and sputtering, coughing up huge quantities of slobber around Toby's cock.
I got down on my knees and watched the abuse up close. Jack's face was red and his lips were already puffy. His hands were now on Toby's hips pushing back occasionally to sneak a ragged breath. Looking back now, I can't believe he let us, a couple of 16-year-olds, punish him so. God, I love that man!
I reached out and placed a hand on Jack's chest while Toby continued to viscously face fuck him. The thin patch of chest hair he had was wet with his own sputtered saliva that had dripped off his chin. I slid my hand up until I could wrap my thumb and fingers around his throat and I began to squeeze.
Jack's eyes, which had been tightly shut, flew open and darted in my direction in a panic. His hands left Toby's hips and grabbed my forearm. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment. But he did not pull my hand away and I did not squeeze any tighter. After a moment, the panic in Jack's eyes faded and was replaced with something else - acceptance, resolve.
He put one hand back on Toby's hip who was moderating his thrusts now, varying his tempo, making it last. Jack didn't push on Toby anymore, so he was apparently getting enough to breathe. His other hand remained on my forearm, gripping it lightly. I'm not really sure where my head was at this point. My initial thought, as I recall, was that I wanted to feel Toby's cock sliding into Jack's throat. Of course Toby wasn't actually big enough for that. But once my fingers were around Jack's throat I just wanted to squeeze it. I don't know why.
I glanced down and saw Jack was fully hard. I took his rigid cock in my other hand and stroked it. This caused Jack's eyes to roll back in his head and my fingers were rewarded with a gush of precum. I looked back at Jack's face which, despite Toby's abuse, had a somewhat serene expression. I began to squeeze his throat harder and another gush of precum washed over my fingers on his cock.
Toby suddenly released Jack and stepped back a few paces. He was breathing heavily and he crouched down with his hands and feet on the floor. It struck me as looking very animalistic in nature. I suspected he'd almost orgasmed and was trying to pull it back.
I turned my gaze away from Toby and back to Jack. He was also breathing heavy, or at least as heavy as he could with my hand partially constricting his windpipe. His hand was still on my forearm but his grip was light. His head was leaning back against the bed but his eyes were locked on me. I stared into those green pools, their mix of dark and lighter shades seemed to swirl as I gazed. Damn, I was trippin'.
I released my grip on his throat and sat on his thighs, mashing our cocks together. Taking his head in both hands I immediately began licking his face, cleaning it off and replacing his saliva with mine. I felt his hands on my back and sides and when my mouth approached his our tongues did battle.
Suddenly I felt something wet tapping on my nose and cheek. I opened my eyes to see Toby was now standing beside us, one hand entwined in Jack's hair, the other flicking his drooling cock against both our faces. Instantly, Jack and I broke our kiss and began licking and kissing Toby's cock as he thrust it back and forth between us.
"Mmmm," Toby moaned. "This is a sight," he cooed. "Both my boys, at my feet, worshiping my dick. We need to do this more often."
With a smirk, Toby pulled on Jack's hair. "Open," he commanded.
Jack dutifully opened his mouth wide and Toby pulled him onto his cock, going deep. Then I felt Toby take hold of a good handful of my hair. He pulled out of Jack, and looking down at me he commanded me to `open' this time. You know by now I have a bit of a submissive nature and this just felt so right! I opened my mouth and my boyfriend shoved his cock inside.
"Fuuuuck," Toby just kept repeating over and over.
We continued like this for a while, Toby going back and forth between Jack's mouth and mine. Jack had reached down between us and was jacking our two cocks together. I was getting close when Toby finally released both of us and stepped back.
"Enough!" he yelled. I could see he'd edged himself almost past the point of no return again. He took a few deep breaths and then said, "I wanna fuck you, Jack. Get on the bed... on your back!"
Jack almost threw me off of him in his haste to comply. Toby positioned Jack so that he was laying sideways on the bed, his head hanging off the other side. I suddenly realized Toby had done that for me, and while he raised Jack's legs and smeared some lube on Jack's ass and his own cock, I ran around the bed and shoved my aching cock into Jack's mouth.
Jack grasped the sheets in his fists as I began to pound into his face. Then he screamed, although muffled by my cock, as Toby shoved in all the way in one thrust. Toby held still for just a moment before he began furiously pounding Jack's ass.
Painful as Toby's entry may have been, it was not long before I could feel the vibrations around my cock as Jack moaned in pleasure. I glanced down and saw that Jack's erection, which had waned from the pain of Toby's penetration, was back and now leaking precum again as I reached out to tweak his nipples.
Toby's eyes met mine and we held each other's gaze for a minute as we spit roasted Jack between us. Simultaneously, we reached for each other and grasped each other's head. We pulled our lips together and kissed passionately, pausing our assault of Jack's holes momentarily while we focused on each other.
Then after a few moments Toby pulled back a little. His face was still only inches from mine as he still held my head in his grasp. There were tears running down his cheeks.
"I love you, Donny," he whispered, overcome with emotion. "I love you so goddamn much!"
"I love you, too, baby," I responded. "More than you can know!"
Beneath us, Jack was still impaled from both ends by our throbbing cocks. He shifted uncomfortably, drawing our attention back to him. Toby and I released each other and began to thrust into Jack again from each end.
"I'm getting close," Toby groaned.
To which I responded, "Me, too, baby!"
Beneath us Jack mumbled something inaudible around my dick.
Toby and I increased our pace. The sweat was pouring off each of us by this point. Jack was so damp it looked as if he'd just stepped out of his shower. I caressed Jack's muscular chest and began sliding my hand down his torso. I'd intended to grasp his cock, but as my hand crossed his belly, Jack suddenly cried out and his cock began erupting without even being touched! I'm sure that made Jack's sphincter pulse which sent Toby over the edge. He yelled and slowed his thrusts as he pumped shot after shot into Jack's colon, and I followed a moment later pumping my seed down Jack's throat!
As my orgasm peeked and began to wane, the room started to spin and I collapsed on top of Jack. As I rolled to Jack's side I felt more than saw Toby come down on the other side. My senses were beginning to fade and I felt so sleepy all of a sudden.
As I slipped into unconsciousness, I heard what I thought was Hank ask, "Jack, are you in here?"
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