The men involved in this story, except Bill, who's fictional, are real people and only used here as objects of my sick depraved fantasy. Please do NOT read anything into their real lives or sexualities.
I really appreciated the response to chapter 1. You all had great suggestions, and I'm going to try to incorporate most of them eventually. I incorporate one in this chapter, I think he's pretty hot, and obviously others do as well.
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Leering through a gauze of lust, Charlie initially thought he was delirious. Ryan had been stripped naked and was now making out with...Ty Pennington from Trading Spaces! The lanky, surly surf god of the home makeover genre was fondling and sizing up Ryan's body with all the mastery he would normally save for a sawmill. Ryan had not one ounce on fat on him, but as Ryan tore off Ty's clothes, Charlie marveled at how slender yet supple Ty was. His faded, paint-spattered shirt was yanked over his head by the normally affable, sex-crazed Ryan, exposing his six-pack and large, juicy nipples. He was a god. Even his belly button was flawless. Charlie stroked himself again as Ryan chewed Ty's tits and kissed his way down those beach bum abs to lick the long, dusty treasure trail. Ryan yanked open the button flies of Ty's pants, his reward being a huge uncut cock smacking his cheek with a gooey plop. He had to be at least 10 inches hard. Unreal. Charlie was a big man, but even he felt an extra jolt in his loins at the pure power of that horse meat. As Charlie ground his soaked suit pants against the wall, Ryan peeled back Ty's dangling foreskin, licking in wide strokes to clean every inch of Ty's fat purple cockhead. Ty threw his head back in utter pleasure, growling the cry of a proud lion, asserting his dominance by forcing Ryan on his entire shaft.
Charlie's eyes bugged as Ryan near-effortlessly deepthroated the flaring snake. Charlie could practically feel that tongue tracing and suckling every vein, every inch grooving down his esophagus to fill his gullet up with nutritious man-sauce. He could feel Ryan's mouth on him, Ryan's tongue on his balls. As he neared his orgasm, he imagined himself on his knees, fellating Ty as Ty pulled his hair by the roots and derided him as a dickslut, the cheapest kind of whore.
Charlie's closeness to the edge was so overpowering that at first he barely noticed the extra hands cupping his front and back. Only when they squeezed did he feel how big they were, and knew. Bill! Panicked, he tried to flee, only to be pushed against the wall with a silent thud.
"Hot, huh? Seeing fags fucking? I dick everything I can, but I gotta admit there's nothing that turns me on more than two strong, virile studs in heat. Except of course a straight boy whimpering and flogging his log while he watches the dirty boys play. All play and no work."
Too horny and weak to fight, Charlie groaned into the plaster while his drenched shorts and boxers were ripped down to his ankles. Bill's calloused hands crept under his shirt, molesting his nipples and light coating of chest hair, as his denim-trapped bulge dry-humped Charlie's meaty, hair-dusted buttocks.
"Ain't right, is it? You gotta work too, you know. Like them."
While Bill was pawing Charlie's fat babymakers, Charlie was again glued to the action in the other room. Ryan had switched to suckling Ty's dangling lowhangers, the enraged hose he had covered in sweat and spit jutting against his neck and cheek. One hand scratched at Ty's perineum, Ty humming to himself while he plucked and teased his own nipples, while Ryan's other hand slid up and down his own wet crack, sticking two fingers inside with an audible moan. His volume blocked out Charlie's own moan at the thick black fingers diving into his honey hole. Bill dug and dug, whispering in Charlie's ear what a whore he was, tonguing his ear, trapping Charlie's arms against the walls, refusing to let the confused and crazed convert even masturbate his pleading, leaking, fat porker. Finally Bill hit the sweet spot in Charlie's hole, and Charlie's screams could be heard all around.
As the first few impossible wide inches began to enter him, Charlie's eyes flew open with a start. Ty and Ryan were standing directly in front of him. Holy shit...what would they do to him?
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If you have ANY suggestions or comments on this chapter or future chapters (sexual positions, new guys, kinkiness, etc.) e-mail me at knack6@hotmail.com