Meeting Bryce

Meeting Bryce XII

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Why what we had done on the balcony hadn't satisfied my needs I didn't understand. We were in bed for five minutes when I asked Bryce to get the PUSH and work my asshole more. Neil had seen dildos and played with them but he had never seen a PUSH and was fascinated at the way Bryce worked it into me and then fucked me with it. Bryce had worked me for ten minutes when Neil asked to have a chance. I wasn't sure about having another man playing with the PUSH but Bryce gave the handle over to him and told him how hard he could work me.

I hadn't expected but as soon as Neil took over and was ramming the PUSH in and nearly pulling it all the way out Bryce slid under me and took my cock in his mouth. I wanted to pump my cock in and out of his mouth but he put a hand over my bush and held me still while he did the moving. Between the PUSH and the mouth I didn't last much longer. I was ready to stop but neither of my partners were willing to, I was tender and begging them to stop almost to the point of tears.

Bryce's phone rang and he pulled away leaving me in Neil's hands. Soon he stopped but left the PUSH in me like a butt plug. I lay on the bed trying to get my breath and nerves under control.

"Could the two of you take time off the weekend after our housewarming? The four members of the West Texas sales team that won the weekend trip to Mardi Gras have all been inflected with Hepatitis and won't be able to go. My Father thought I might like to go, he knows that I have been there on my own in the past. We will have an apartment one block off Bourbon Street, the flight to New Orleans will be paid for, all we need to pay for is our food and spending money."

Neither Neil or I knew much about what happened in New Orleans on that last weekend, Bryce pulled up some videos on his lap top to show us the madness. Neil was excited about going, I agreed reluctantly. For the week leading up to the housewarming Mardi Gras was about all we talked about, Bryce wanted us to go in a group costume but we couldn't pick one until he had an old friend of his come to the Condo.

Fidel had been to the Mardi Gras numerous times and was excited to help us find a way to parade ourselves down the street Saturday, Sunday and Monday nights. He laughed at all the ideas we had discarded. There had seemed to be a common theme that ran through at least half of them. When Fidel boiled our ideas down to something patriotic we all agreed to that. Bryce, the exhibitionist, thought we should wear as little as possible to make our point.

Fidel had been staring at our crotches more than I would have thought polite but when Bryce said that, he suggested that we go as the Red,White and Blue. We didn't understand what he was saying until he explained how he would help us dye our bushes and heads one of the three colors and then we should walk Bourbon Street naked. I yelled that I couldn't walk around in those huge crowds naked, Bryce and Neil started trying to convince me that it would be a great idea. I had dyed my hair blue one year for Halloween but my bush?

"Neil, if the three of you do this you are going to have to let me trim your hair and shave your balls."

"His ass, too." Bryce and I spoke as one.

Neil wasn't so sure about the idea of being trimmed up but he took a look at him and I side by side in a mirror and said he could accept it. I understood how we could use dye for red and blue but white?

"Kiff, since you are already red I think making it a bright red would work for you. Bryce, you should be blue. That leaves you being white, Neil. White will be the hardest for me to do. Why don't I trim you up tonight and think how I'm going to turn your hair white without making you look like an old man."

"Are you going to keep that butt plug in you all night?"

"Bryce, when you're ready to fuck me you can take it out. Neither of you fucked me last night and I needed it all day today. I didn't think anyone would object if I put it in once I got home. Whoever wants to fuck me gets to take it out for me." I wanted fucked enough that I didn't care whether it was Bryce or Neil or both that wanted my ass that night.

"We could go into the bed right now but we should probably wait until Fidel leaves. If we don't he is going to try to get one of us to fuck him. I wouldn't be surprised if he is already trying to talk Neil into fucking him while he trims his hair.

"Are you sure you are going to be willing to walk the street without clothes? You aren't as much of an exhibitionist as me."

"You don't think I have initiated enough of the nights we have been seen on the balcony and roof? I don't mind anyone seeing me naked. As long as won't get arrested for going naked I'll be okay with it. Just so you don't start any sex play in front of bunches of women." Not knowing whether I wanted sex with men or women for so long seemed ancient history, I no longer had any desires for women to be involved in any way.

"We won't fuck or suck on the street. I may pull you into an alley to have you piss on me or to give you a drink." I didn't know whether I was supposed to believe him, he had a look on his face that said I'm playing with you.

The day after Fidel was there and trimmed Neil's hair we had the housewarming party. I am not a party thrower and didn't know what I needed too do. Bryce had talked his Mother into planning the party and arranging for the food. Coming home from work and not being able to strip down to nothing felt weird. I wanted to be naked when I saw my two lovers walk in a few minutes apart. Bryce did his best to calm me down. Before his Mother arrived he gave me a blow job. He had finished and was getting to his feet when she rang the doorbell.

"Well, I guess that means I don't get your special treatment, Bryce." Neil was behind me with two fingers in my ass.

"Or get to give you mine, Kiff."

A few minutes after she showed up the caterers started to haul in food and equipment. I did my best to stay out of the way. They were setting up a bar by the hot tub when I realized that the bartender was going to be 'Charlie'. We had discussed inviting him but declined when he was no longer working at the restaurant where we met him. Bryce's Mother had taken care of the invitations, he was certain that the right exes would be invited and only a limited number of fellow employees. I hoped that she hadn't gone overboard on inviting his relatives but didn't say anything to avoid arguing about that possibility. The one guest that I knew she wouldn't have been able to invite was Austin, we were still days away from his emancipation hearing.

By twenty minutes after the party was to start there were at least thirty people in the Condo, Some were eating, most were drinking and it sounded to me as if they all were talking. There was soft background music but unless you were close to one of the eight speakers you wouldn't hear it. I was congratulated by the exes that had been invited, we had met at Bryce's birthday dinner. Most of them hadn't thought he and I would still be together as long as three months and now that we were closing in on seven they seemed pleased, if not surprised.

I spent some time talking to 'Charlie', Bryce saw that and told me to invite him to stay when the caterers left. We could break in the hot tub with the boy we had both fucked. I thought about it, if we hadn't already had Neil living with us I might have invited him to stay but I thought it would be rude to do that to Neil. When some of his relatives left Bryce introduced Neil to 'Charlie', they seemed to like each other so I changed my mind even though I was tired from a long day.

The caterers were cleaning up, I was so glad to see that. I hadn't wanted to have to do that job. Fidel had taken Neil off to the loft. I couldn't imagine why he was doing that but Neil is an adult and I thought he could make his own decisions. Every one was gone when Fidel lead Neil down the stairs to show off his Mardi Gras outfit. I had expected Fidel and Neil to only turn his bush white instead the short hair on his chest and his bush were both white. It was an amazing transformation, he was no longer Neil; now, he was part of the American flag.

"I'm coming back tomorrow night after work to do you both." Fidel was proud of his work. He showed us two images he had on his phone that were what he was going to do to us. I was getting excited about walking around where the world could see us. 'Charlie' rang the bell right then, Bryce went to answer it hoping that no one had forgotten something, only to come face to face with 'Charlie' half undressed.

The party that had been so proper changed into a nude hot tub party. Neil stayed out of the tub, Fidel had warned him that the white on his chest might not stand up to the hot water. We had stayed fairly sober while the guests were there but now that it was only the five of us we doubled up on the alcohol. All that meant to me was that I didn't have to behave and was allowed to play with both Fidel and 'Charlie' a little, not enough to make Bryce and Neil jealous but enough to get them both hard.

Neil was acting like a social secretary. He was opening the presents that had been left, noting who had given what and showing us what we had been given. I had him leave the three sets of towels with the towels I had put out for using when we got out of the tub. There were three bread makers, a Rumba and various other kitchen appliances that I already had. When I asked Bryce what we were to do with all of the things I already had he suggested we either match up the new goods by color or store them for regifting.

"Enough of that! Who do I get to sit on first?" 'Charlie' was much more aggressive than the first night he had been with us. I didn't know whether it was the alcohol or he was just getting more comfortable around us. Fidel jumped out of the tub and volunteered to fuck 'Charlie', although I had felt his cock in the water seeing that he had more cock than any of us other than Neil surprised me. 'Charlie' took one look and said "I have a winner!"

"Is it alright if we use the bed in the loft?" I was shocked that Fidel didn't want us watching them, weren't all of Bryce's exes used to being exhibitionists?

"If you want. Or you can go out on the balcony, neither of you has anything the neighborhood hasn't seen." Neil laughed at us.

"You won't be doing anything they haven't seen either."

"That's okay, I left a tube of lube upstairs with my dyes and paint." Fidel had 'Charlie' by the hand and was pulling him along.

"I knew you liked big boys but where did you find that one?"

"We met in the tubs. I was the first guy that was able to suck him down that night. We never quite were lovers but we did become regular fuck buddies for a while." Bryce had squeezed over against me. "Are you sorry they went upstairs?"

"Hell no. I have two of the greatest men in town right here with me." I had both of them by the cock. I wasn't going to be the one making the first moves that night, if they wanted to fuck they were going to have to get me prepared.

"Let's close the doors and head to bed." Bryce had slid his hand under me and was playing with my asshole with one finger. "I have been wanting this all night."

"It's yours." I hoped he licked me first but I wanted fucked and thought he was in the mood.

"Okay, let me see all three of you." Fidel had spent most of the day working on our hair. At least twice he had stopped what he was doing and either trimmed some hair or shaved us. 'Charlie' had stuck around and went out to get us food for lunch. None of us were brazen enough to have pee tea while they were with us but Bryce and Neil had both made our special coffee.

We lined up for Fidel. We could see ourselves in a wide, full length mirror. The resemblance to the flag was minimal, all you could say is that we were Red, White and Blue. "Okay, now. You can't get in the hot tub until you get back from New Orleans. I have extra socks in the right colors, you can wear them when you are ready, I know you won't be needing them until you head out in New Orleans. Bryce, you are keeping their toes sucked aren't you?"

"Kiff, this was left at the lobby desk, it is addressed to you." 'Charlie' was carrying a brown paper wrapped present about 4 1/2 ft by 3 and ½. I had no expectations of anything being delivered and it appeared to have come through FedEx. When I checked the package there was no indication of where it had come from.

"Open it, Kiff. Let's see what you got." Bryce seemed more anxious to see what was in the package than me. The paper came off easily. Neil was as OCD about getting the paper in the trash as he had been the night he opened the housewarming gifts. There was a soft lining inside the brown paper that took me more time to remove. I could tell it was going to be a painting, when it was finally exposed I had nothing to say. Bryce had gotten the artist that did the ceiling in our sleeping area to use a photo he had taken and make a full scale painting of Austin. I found myself crying at the sentiment, I hadn't thought that I loved the boy that much but I was thoroughly moved, I really did miss having him in our bed.

"Bryce, we can't hang this anywhere."

"I think it can be placed over the bed, it will hang nicely on the center door." Only after he said that did I see that it would be a perfect match for the ceiling, the artist had used background colors that would make the painting seem like it was falling out of the ceiling. Austin looked like he was suspended on a rope.

"After all you aren't going to be having anyone in the sleeping area that doesn't know you and I and Neil are gay. Just because the boy looks young doesn't mean anything and won't cause anyone to report you to the police."

"You won't be jealous looking up and seeing Austin all the time?"

"I'm fine with it. Otherwise I wouldn't have had it painted." I wondered what Austin would think when he returned.

"They sure are making a lot of noise up in the loft."

"'Charlie' is a vocal fuck."

"You aren't? Who do you want first?"

"Bryce, I think you should be first in thanks for the painting." it would make it easier for me to take Neil's cock, too.

We all had one more day work before we boarded the plane to New Orleans. Bryce's Father had taken to kidding me about being prudish and how I could get along with his son. I had come back from lunch and was getting ready to sit at my desk when the boss dropped a newspaper in front of me. The front page of the Picayune Times had an article about how the police had arrested five young men for walking down Bourbon Street naked. There was a sidebar about the legality of nudity that doesn't make a lot of sense to me but the article was a good enough warning.

"Fidel, I thought you said we wouldn't have any legal trouble walking down Bourbon Street the way we planned. I'm reading an article where the police arrested five men for nudity on Bourbon Street, yesterday. We need to find some briefs or swimsuits that match your dye jobs."

"I know where to get some that will ride under your bushes but still cover you dicks and assholes. We wouldn't want you stuck in a jail in Louisiana, they are some of the worst in the country. Walking into one of them with your bush dyed is asking for trouble. Do you know Neil's size? No not how long his dick is, his waist!"

"You think you can find a bikini that will cover all of his cock and balls?"

"Probably not, I guess he will have to be in regular briefs. I can fix them tonight to not cover his bush. I will be glad to get my hands on that man, again."

I hadn't known how much I would be relieved to actually not being naked walking around in public. I had never even visited a clothing optional beach let alone a nudist colony, Thank you Fidel for knowing what we needed. I thought about calling downstairs to let Bryce know but decided I would allow him a few more hours of fantasy.

The South was experiencing an unseasonable warm spell. In the last four years I had seen two ice storms over this week and a freeze, this year it was hot enough that I walked home carrying my jacket. We checked to see what it was going to be like in New Orleans and were glad we had chosen to wear the least we could possibly get away with. We left that evening regretting that we would not be able to stay for Fat Tuesday, we all had deadlines that day or the following. Was that why the boss had made it obvious that New Orleans police were cracking down on the revelers this year?

I sat between Bryce and Neil in the plane on the way. It was crowded but I love having the two of them tight against me so I wasn't complaining. A supervisor over legal affairs in Louisiana was waiting in the airport, he knew how to get to the apartment and told us how to stay out of trouble while we were in his city. There were two sets of tickets for special entertainment in hotels, it would help pass the time doing something other than drinking. The man that had picked us up at the airport gave us each a card with the number to call if we were in any legal trouble.

That first night we found a restaurant had a good Cajun meal and went for a walk to see what might be happening. Neil had talked us into wearing more clothing than just the color coordinated outfits, by the time we had been walking for a half hour we had all shed our shirts and tucked them into our shorts. For the first time Bryce took me into a gay bar. The place was so crowded that we all almost lost our shirts because of people rubbing against us. If that was what gay bars were I could see that I hadn't been missing anything by not going to them.

We were on our second drink when Neil came to find us. He had us follow him into a room that was so dark that if we hadn't held onto each other it would have been easy to get lost. We had followed the warning we were given about not carrying a wallet, that was fortunate, I felt hands searching my body for something other than cock a few times. Neil led us to a wall where we were able to lean back and stay out of the way. That is not to say that there weren't hands groping and playing with us but at least not in our rear pockets.

While at dinner we had agreed that we should refrain from allowing any strangers to have sex with us that night. As many stray hands that felt me up I knew if I hadn't protected my zipper I would have lost the shorts to strangers. We had been in there for a little while when Bryce handed me his glass, he whispered in my ear that he was going to try sucking my cock. I understood his desire to have sex around other men but the darkness made me wonder if he would be satisfied since they wouldn't be able to see what he was doing.

Even though I couldn't see him, I knew it was Bryce's mouth on my cock and his finger forcing itself into my asshole. I was glad we had agreed to staying with each other that night, it would have been so easy to leave my shorts around my ankles and let anyone looking for cock to suck me. It was almost as if I were completely overloaded with thoughts of sex, there were men thinking about doing things I had never imagined men would do to each other. One man's thought stood out over all the other, he was hoping find a cock and balls hanging out a zipper that he could slice open or off, I wasn't sure which he was going to do.

I pulled Bryce to his feet and told him we needed to get out of there. It was fifteen minutes before we found a spot quiet enough for me to tell him what was the rush. We found ourselves a spot on the balcony across the street, leaned out over the railing and watched the mass of craziness on the street. We were drinking our second drink on the balcony, Neil had his hand down the back of my shorts with two fingers pushing in and out of my ass hole.

"Ready to give Mardi Gras a show? I'd love to fuck you right now."

"Let's not get arrested." As I said that we saw at least ten policemen swarm the bar we had left at my insistence. Coming up one of the side streets with its sirens blaring we could hear an ambulance approaching.

"The police are too busy to worry about two men on the balcony fucking." He had pulled my shorts down so far that my cock flopped out. I understood what he was saying, the police were busy trying to find the man who's thought I had read but I was still too prudish to allow him to fuck me while there were at least ten of them across the street. All we needed was for some of them to come out of the bar and look up. Bryce saw what Neil was doing and heard me saying no. I worried that he would be waning to put on a show too but he grabbed my shorts and pulled them back up.

"Neil, we'll be available when we get back to the apartment. Right now isn't the time for that." Neil kept his fingers playing in me, ignoring what Bryce was saying. I looked back at him and saw that between he and Bryce they were getting his erection back into his shorts, I couldn't tell whether Bryce was trying to help him or play with him. Beside us were four older men that sat with their chins on their chests watching what was happening not three feet away. I was able to read that every one of them wished he was on his knees in front of Neil.

"Bryce, I need to go back to the apartment. I am getting a serious headache from all the sex thoughts that are bombarding me." That was a great reason for me never to step foot in a gay bar, is that all gay men think about? Interestingly, Bryce was thinking where he could pull us for piss play. I had to laugh, he was hoping to get cooled off in a hot stream.

"Bryce, I'll try to hold it until we get back." It might be difficult, I hadn't used a restroom in the restaurant or either bar and getting up to walk had triggered my bladder to say empty me.

"If you can't, I want to watch you soak your shorts." Neil must have heard that because he said he did, too. I had not even thought ever about that. How could they think they would like to watch me wetting my shorts. As we started to move towards the stairs we heard a loud deep voice calling out for beads, when I looked over the railing I saw a man holding out the waistband of his sweat pants showing his dick so people would throw him beads. Looking closer I could see that both legs of his sweat pants were swelling with beads and when he pulled the front out for more he was also holding them up he had so many already.

"Why doesn't he just go buy them, they don't cost more than a few cents each."

"It's part of his fun, its a game for some people to see how many beads they can get people on the balconies to throw to them. They do the same at the parades but I don't think you are supposed to be showing your dick at the parades, there are too many families that bring little children."

"No flipping out there breasts for the women?"

"They don't like it along the parade routes. Anywhere here on Bourbon Street it is fine even encouraged. The police ignore the women that do that after they get their own good look."

"This is one strange city."

We only had five blocks to walk. Neil stopped in a little store on the street to buy cigarettes. Bryce and I both said that we didn't know that he smoked.

"I only smoke when there is too much happening and I'm getting drunk." He had bought a lighter while in the store and was lighting up by the time he caught up with us. My head was hurting a lot less now that we were not surrounded by gay men searching for sex, there were still thoughts hitting me but not nearly as many or as hard.

"Neil, do you mind walking behind us so I don't have to breath in your smoke?" I had never known that Bryce disliked smoke that much. I guess you learn more about the people you live with all the time.

By the time we reached the apartment the only thoughts of sex I was reading were Bryce and Neil's. That they were both thinking about fucking was nothing new. Neil was enjoying the look of my butt and Bryce was thinking about having me fuck him.

"I'm going to lay down. If the two of you could think about something other than sex for a while I'd appreciate it. My head is already feeling a little better but if I was not reading any thought of sex for an hour or so I probably can be rid of this headache completely." I went into one of the three bedrooms leaving Bryce and Neil talking about me. Bryce poured them another drink, wondering what Neil would be like if he was drunk he had never seen him more than a little tipsy. I heard them going out on the patio maybe twenty minutes after I lay down. They were talking about trying to find out parade routes the next day.

That was the first time that I had been affected that way by other's thoughts. I napped for a little while until I heard my lovers coming back into the apartment laughing at the people in costumes they saw walking past the apartment building on their way to Bourbon Street or heading home. My headache had disappeared but I was feeling the affects of having been drinking. It was the first time since the three of us had been together that I didn't want to go out of the room to be with them. I don't know how long it might have been before they came in to check on me.

At least they hadn't lost their desire to have sex with me because of a headache. They were out of their clothes when they crawled onto the bed. I was glad to see Bryce's hard cock a foot away from my face and moved over so I could lick at his balls and cock.

"It seems like he is feeling better."

"Kiff, are you up to having me fuck you?" Neil was asking nicely but his words were not matching his hands, he already had his fingers tapping on my asshole. His thought had gone from a quiet fuck to almost raping me.

"Neil, use your tongue and fingers to fuck me for a little while and I'll let you know. I should be ready but I don't want to move around too much for a few more minutes."

He went for my asshole just as eagerly as Austin had so often. Moving me around on the bed had me almost ready to vomit out what I had drunk. I stopped licking at Bryce while I tried to gather myself but he didn't know what was happening and jabbed his cock back at my mouth.

"Neil, why don't you let me fuck him first? Are you okay with that, Kiff?"

I was enjoying the tongue in my asshole and didn't answer him. I must have moved in such a way that Neil understood that I was ready for him to start finger fucking me. As soon as he had two fingers in me I felt Bryce press one of his fingers against my asshole, too. I wasn't feeling like I wanted them to stick six fingers in me again so I asked Bryce to stick his cock in me and fuck me. I hoped being fucked wouldn't stop the retching I felt starting from flowing and spoiling the bed.

"Neil, do you want the cum?" Bryce had pulled out of my ass, I felt his cum splashing on my asshole. Neil didn't wait a second before he was back to licking my asshole, cleaning up all the cum Bryce had shot on me. I love that, but that night all I could stand was a few seconds before I needed to run to the bathroom and void my bowels. When I got back to the bed Bryce had Neil's cock down his throat. They didn't last long before I saw Neil pull Bryce's head to his crotch and grimace as he shot his load down Bryce's throat.

Normally one of them would have tried to get me off, too, but we all must have had too much to drink. We fell asleep not even touching. I woke the next morning to a cup of coffee being waved under my nose. After what had happened the night before I was surprised that Neil had been able to fix his special coffee for me. I had finished the coffee by the time I managed to make it to the kitchen, Bryce and Neil were drinking tea. They both raised their cups to me and said there was more in the kettle if that was what I wanted.

I stuck with coffee, Bryce offered to dose it for me but I told him to keep his cum he might need it later. I could tell he was thinking about different ways he might be wanting to have public sex. I was happy that what he was thinking wasn't hurting my head. As we sat there planning out our day I 'read' that they both wanted to show the world them giving me piss showers. I told them that I was willing as long as they were both willing to allow me to shower them, too.

"Kiff, I want to do it off the balcony where we were last night. How does that sound?"

"Like it might hurt."

"You can pay me back if it does. The last time I was here I thought about that but didn't have anyone with me that would go along. Neil has said he won't, but if you do I'll do anything you want wherever you want me to."

"I'll have to think about what I'll have you do, but why not?"

"Can I join Bryce pissing on you?"

"Is that want you want since I didn't let you fuck me there last night?"

"No. I'm still going to fuck you where hundred of people can see what we are doing. Just because it's not on that balcony doesn't mean we won't find somewhere people can't watch."

"I have an idea for the two of you. That bar where we were in the black room? They have an upstairs room that has two or three go go stands. If you want people to see what you are doing get up on one of those and fuck your brains out."

"It sounds like we wouldn't have any brains to get up there to begin with."

"If Neil is going to fuck you in public, doing it there while the dance floor is pulsing seems like it will answer you needs."

"I won't agree to that yet, but maybe after we see the set up and have had a few drinks." I knew that Neil could talk me into it once I had a few drinks.

We did a few touristy things during the day. We had dinner on the Riverboat and spent a couple hours gambling before heading back to Bourbon Street. We weren't even ready to turn onto the street when I felt the blast of desires for sex hit me. Bryce and I walked down Canal street to find me some heavy dose pain meds. I didn't know if they would help but if I was going to spend more than an hour with Neil and Bryce on Bourbon Street I had to try something. The previous night had been the first time that I had been so overwhelmed with people wanting sex that wasn't connected to me. Bryce and I went to the apartment before heading off to find Neil. He would be able to find us easily, we had stripped down to the red and blue Speedos, socks and new shoes.

Bryce and I had quickly gotten each other hard. The Speedos fit their nickname, walking to Bourbon Street they were little more than a banana hammock, Fidel had put a stitch or three in the suits and they divided our butts cleanly. Bryce laughed at me when I got in front of him, "We should have had Fidel get us all white suits. When they get wet every thing is visible."

"What do you think isn't visible in these?"

"Well, I can't see your beautiful asshole."

"You know, you're a sick fuck."

"That loves that asshole. If we don't find Neil and let him fuck you I'm going to take you out on a dance floor and fuck you first." I love Bryce more than Neil, hearing him say he was going to fuck me in public was exciting and made my cock throb. I don't know what it is about being an exhibitionist that excites me but I do love having people see me being fucked.

You didn't hear Neil and I talking last night did you? We were discussing the possibility that any of us found someone we would like to have sex with. What are we going to do? I thought we should try to at a minimum make it a three-way. I would be upset if you went off and let a stranger fuck you or fuck him. Wouldn't you be jealous?"

"Neil may not like it, but if I was to have sex with a stranger I want YOU to be there with me. Having Neil at my side wouldn't be the same. If there is someone you want, I suppose I would rather Neil was with you than me unless I want him, too."

"There are going to be guys that want both of us, what do you think about that?"

"We kiss, they suck. Fine."

"And if they want us to fuck them?

"I don't know about that, we should stay safe."

"If someone wants to fuck you?"

"It's not going to happen."

"We might have found someone with a bigger cock than Neil."

"It's not going to happen, I am happy with the two men that fuck me."

"I thought you would have let Fidel fuck you the other night when he was dying your hair."

"I wondered what it would be like to have one of your exes fuck me but I think I prefer that I stay loyal to you and Neil."

"How about a butt like that?" Bryce pointed to a boy that couldn't have been twenty that was walking in front of us with two other heavy boys. The boy's butt was similar to Austin's, I had to admit that I wouldn't mind getting my cock in him. Right then the boy turned his head and saw us.

"I wouldn't mind that either." They ran into a store and out of sight. A minute later we saw Neil walking towards us with beads around his neck and a bag in his hand, he had found a way to strip down to his outfit. Red, White and Blue were together getting stares from everyone, little boys and girls, their parents, grandparents and other costumed guys and girls.

"Fidel was right, our outfits do draw attention." Neil seemed to be enjoying the attention, his huge cock was poking his shorts out from his body far enough that if anyone stood close they were able to look down and see his shaft.

"Where did you go, Neil?"

"I was checking out that dance floor you told us about." He threw a few weird dance moves and we all laughed at them.

"What did you think of the go go boy stands?"

"They will be perfect. You'll be able to gab onto the railing while I pound the Hell out of you." He reached back and grabbed my butt. Are you ready or do you want to wait until there are more people dancing?

"Neil, if we are going to do it in public we should wait until there are enough people to watch, at least fifty or a hundred."

"Bryce is right, you are turning into a little whore." He moved his hand so that it was going in the Speedos. I wanted those fat fingers and relaxed as much as I could while walking. I didn't know why but he pulled away real quick and yelled for somebody to throw him beads. The man yelled back "Butt for beads."

I didn't expect it but Neil turned me around and pulled down the Speedos baring my butt to the city. He and Bryce both slapped a cheek and told me to lean over. If we were going public why not right then? Neil stuck two fingers in me, seconds later we were showered with beads. Other men walking down the street rushed to get some of the beads, Neil was holding me in the bent over position, there must have been half a dozen guys that made comments on my asshole. The boy that had gone into the store earlier came up behind me, I don't know if it was accidentally or on purpose but reaching down to grab beads from the street he rubbed his cheek against mine.

"You wanted to fuck my butt? I would like to lick this one." By the time I turned around to see what he looked like he had turned around and run off to meet his friends. Why would his looks make a difference if his face was buried in my ass?

"I told you there would be men here that would like to fuck you."

"Its still not going to happen, Bryce." I said that but I was slightly embarrassed that the boy had rubbed close enough to my asshole that I had felt his warm breath on it. I wouldn't have stopped him if he had wanted to kiss or lick it. I stepped out from under Neil's hand and stood up. I don't know why but I didn't rush to pull the back of my Speedos back up. Maybe Neil and Bryce were right, I might just be turning into a whore, at the very least an exhibitionist like Bryce.

We were in front of a store that Bryce wanted to go into, before he let me go through the doorway he pulled the back of my Speedos up. Looking into the store I saw why, there was a group of kids that couldn't have been more than ten. We didn't need to get arrested for exposing anything to kids. One of them turned to look out the door and saw us entering. The look on his face was not horrified, I thought I had seen that same look on Austin's face when I told him my ass was waiting for his tongue, no doubt about it that boy was hoping to find something the store didn't sell. For a moment I thought about walking that direction but Bryce grabbed my hand and said he found what he was hoping to buy. The boy followed us with his eyes. I waited until I was sure he was looking at me not Bryce and groped myself showing him how much cock was hidden in my Speedos. He was not shocked, he didn't turn away, instead he looked up to my face and licked his lips. I was pretty sure it was the same boy that had said he would lick or kiss my asshole.

"How are boys that young knowing what they want? It had taken me almost another twenty years to decide I would like to try sex with another man."

"Not everyone grows up as secluded as you did." Bryce still liked that I had been a virgin when we met and that he was my guide into the world of gay sex.

There was a line to check out. While Bryce waited to pay for the three special strands of beads he was buying I roamed around the store. I was towards the back of the store when the boy that had been staring at me popped up. He shocked me by reaching out and running his hand over my Speedos where it was covering my cock. I froze in place. As I looked around I could see there was no one close to us other than some of the boys he had been with earlier. He took a quick look and pulled the front of my Speedos down far enough to get his hand on me.

Am I become a pedophile? Along with being a whore? I let the boy stroke my cock and once he looked around again to bend down and kiss the head of my cock that he had managed to get loose of the cloth. I didn't know what to do, should I let him get more of my cock to his mouth or should I run? I stayed there enough for him to take the head of my cock in his mouth then pushed him away and put my cock back in my Speedos. I didn't believe what he had done or that I had allowed it.

"Mister, if you want I'll let you fuck me." He had turned and bared his butt by pushing down his shorts, he was going commando.

So young and so brazen. I rubbed his hair and told him that he was too young for me. He retorted that he knew what to do and he was sure he could take all of my cock, that it wouldn't be the first time he had an adult fuck him. He scared me, I ran to the front of the store where Bryce was looking for me. We got out of there before I told him what the boy had done and said. I thought Bryce was completely into men so I didn't expect him to tell me that I should have let the boy suck my cock. We were looking for Neil when the boy came up to us again and offered to do us both.

Bryce saw a pile of trash that blocked an alley and pulled me over there. The boy followed us saying if I didn't want to fuck him that he would suck my cock. We weren't able to be seen from Bourbon Street when Bryce pulled my Speedos down.

"You want his cock? Get on it, he likes a good blow job." I had not lost my erection from the first time the boy had kissed it. He knew what he wanted and what to do with it when he got it. In seconds he had my cock bumping into the back of his mouth, he would hold it there and hum what seemed to be the National Anthem, it vibrated through my whole body. It didn't take him more than five minutes to get me to shoot a load of cum on his tongue and to coat his lips. Licking his lips he said 'thank you mister' and ran off to find his friends.

"Bryce I can't believe that just happened. That kid can't have been ten years old. Why would you pull us back here to allow him to do that?"

"What have I repeatedly told you? I want you to have more experience than with just me. You needed to learn what a kid felt like, a shame there wasn't somewhere we could have fucked him, I have the feeling he would have been a terrific little fuck. Anyways I'd say he was probably at least twelve, just small. " I had to agree, I had watched his tight little butt until he was completely out of sight. The way it flexed and dimpled he knew exactly what he was doing with it.

"If we see him again you might tell him you'll take him to the apartment and we will fuck him." Bryce was milking the last few drops of cum out of my balls and cock so my suit wouldn't get wet and uncomfortable, at least that's what he said before he licked up the few drops left. I couldn't believe he was saying to fuck a ten year old, but I remained hard thinking about it.

We found Neil wandering around looking for us. He was hungry and hoped we would want to join him at a well known restaurant a few blocks off of Bourbon Street. We were willing, he had already gotten his name on the waiting list and was offering to buy dinner. All I'd had to eat that day was a light lunch on the riverboat. Bryce and Neil had Beignets before they woke me so they had a little more in their stomachs. We all ordered blackened snapper, some days our tastes run in the same direction whether we think about it or not. We didn't drink much with our meal, I think we all were hoping to make it further into the night than we had the first time, I know I was.

Neil offered to take our shirts back to the apartment, we had purchased three cheap T-shirts when we saw the sign "No shirts, no shoes, no service!" We had all wanted to get a souvenir T-shirt so it wasn't a problem for us to walk across the street and buy them. Bryce and I said we would go with him to the apartment, we weren't in a rush to get into the madness of Bourbon Street on Saturday night. Bryce and Neil laughed about the fact that I was the only one of us to have any sex with a stranger, me the one that had said on the plane that I really didn't think I would want to do that.

Bryce didn't tell Neil how young the boy was, he just said that I had been given a blow job by a boy. The way Bryce talked Neil could have thought it was someone from infant to twenty. I was not proud of the fact it was a ten or twelve year old but Bryce had talked me out of whatever embarrassment I had originally had. Twice walking to the apartment we were forced off the street by a 'band' marching down the street playing 'dixie' music. The second time Neil told us that he would like to go to bed, have sex, with a black man and had never had the opportunity.

I tried telling him that what he was saying was reverse racism but I wasn't able to make him understand that it was as bad as saying he would never have sex with a black man. He had the old idea that a black man might have a cock as large as his and he wanted to try that. Old superstitions die hard, all he had to do was look at his own cock.

We were in the apartment when Bryce said that maybe we should make me an aluminum foil hat to protect me from all the stray sex thoughts. I laughed at him saying that I really didn't think it would help but he insisted on giving it a try. He molded a piece of foil around my head and then he and Neil stood there thinking about how much they wanted to fuck me. The foil didn't help at all, I could tell exactly what they were thinking about and told them that I was theirs to fuck whenever they wanted. We tossed the foil before heading out.

Bryce said there should be enough people on the dance floor to satisfy Neil's desire to fuck me in public, I was beginning to think if would be fun. He lead the way back to the bar, he went faster than we had walked any other time that day. Neil had picked up a packet of lube while we were in the apartment and could think of nothing other than what he was going to do to me on the go go stand. If we had been anywhere else I might have been blushing at the thoughts of what he wanted to do in front of as many people as possible.

We bought drinks on the first floor and then headed up the steps. I was surprised that the thoughts of the men upstairs were not as sex heavy as anywhere else we had been. It was a relief to not have the thought of all those men bombarding me although there were still enough men thinking about sex to make my head swim.. Neil and I finished our first drinks before he said let's go. I looked back to Bryce to rescue me but he shooed me off to go with Neil. The go go stands were at the opposite end of the dance floor as the bar. It didn't take too long to get there, Neil and I walked around the dance floor almost against the wall, his hand was in my Speedos so I couldn't have fallen behind or gotten lost if I had wanted to.

Once we were at the steps leading up to the stands Neil put his hand under my butt and gave me a slight boost as if I was going to need the help. I didn't need that but the boost did help me determined to climb up where everyone would be able to see me. At the top of the steps Neil pulled my Speedos down and slid his hand between my legs. With his other hand he pushed me to the railing opposite the steps. I had the railing in my hands when I felt him pull my butt back so that I was bent over. The time had come, I pushed back a little only to be surprised that instead of his fingers with lube my asshole was being licked.

I hadn't thought he would do that in front of the hundred plus men on the dance floor, he didn't do it that often at home, although when he did I loved it. I heard a few men clapping for him or us. He might not have heard them, he didn't slow down or stop. Rather than the long drawn out ass licking I was used to getting from Bryce and Austin he only stayed there with his tongue in me for a few minutes before replacing his tongue with his fingers. I could tell he was standing behind me the way he changed the angle of his finger. Only a few minutes later he used the other hand and lubed up my asshole with most of the packet of lube on two more fingers.

We had drawn some attention from the dancers. My eyes had been closed but when I opened them and looked down I could see that there were twenty or so men that were crowding around the stand to get a better look. I didn't know why they needed a better look, Neil's cock is large enough they could have seen him from anywhere on the dance floor. He waved it at those closest and put the head to my asshole so anyone close by could see what he was about to do. The thought that they wanted to see him push into me hit me as hard as the waves of sex thoughts had the previous night. Not only did they think about wanting to see him push that monster in me there was a chant going up from the floor, "fuck him", "fuck him" as if there was any chance that he wasn't going to do it, I couldn't believe mixed in were the thoughts of dozens of men that were thinking they would like to be Neil, either getting into me or that long and thick.

When he pushed the head of his cock into me I joined the chant with a loud "FUCK". Neil was not the man that had fucked me so often over the past few months, this was a man that wanted to dominate my asshole with his cock. He fucked me hard, driving his whole cock into me in the first minute then pulling out and driving the whole thing back as hard as he could. I was having trouble holding on to the railing and not being knocked over it. Neil would even pull all the way out every few strokes before ramming the head through my slit again, it was like he was making sure everyone could see his entire length, everyone on the dance floor probably did.

He was being cheered on by more and more men the longer he fucked me. I had always been able to tell when his cock was swelling and getting ready to shoot but that night with him pulling all the way out it was hard to tell. There was another difference, he didn't usually make me cum when fucking me but I was close and when I heard him yell that he was ready to cum I shot my own load over some of the men gathered close to the stand just as Neil shot his huge load on my asshole and back.

When he stepped back I tried to turn, thinking the crowd would want to see the huge load on my asshole but I didn't get very far when I felt hands on my butt spreading my cheeks again. The men looking close couldn't have seen the load for more than a couple seconds before I felt a face and then a tongue pushing against me. It only took two swipes of the tongue for me to know that Bryce had joined us and was going to lick my ass clean in front of everyone. I had thought I would have to leave the stand covered in the creamy sweet cum but Bryce cleaned my asshole and my back before pulling the Speedos up and giving me a huge hug.

He had a stiff drink waiting for me, knowing that I would need something to calm me down. Before I took a sip of the drink I kissed Bryce getting a taste of the cum he hadn't swallowed yet. There was a huge round of applause as we went down the steps. Neil was waiting at the bottom and gave me a kiss as big as the one Bryce had given me. With us still being watched Bryce stroked his cock a few times and dosed my drink with his cum. I love those men.

I had a ton of men come up to me and ask to fuck me, lots of them had their dicks out to show me how large they were. None of them must have ever been fucked hard with a cock as huge as Neil's, I refused all offers although Bryce suggested that one or two of them might make me feel better. I wasn't feeling bad but I knew that Neil had bruised my asshole and I wouldn't want another cock for at least another day.

I did tell Bryce that I felt bad for him. I had a kid give me a blow job that day and had been fucked in as public a place as he could have wanted. He said not to worry, the boy that had given me a blow job had seen him when we were coming into the bar and was waiting for him outside. I gave the thought of his age a quick once over and decided that if Bryce thought he knew what he was doing I would allow my lover the pleasure of that sweet mouth but not his ass.

Scotch on the rock with cum is not as good as coffee with cum but I downed the drink as fast as I could. Neil and Bryce were ready to leave the bar, I had to beg to get Bryce to dance with me. I had passed on a number of fast songs but hearing a song come on that would let us slow dance I nearly dropped to my knees trying to get him to dance. As we danced holding each other tight we would have other dancers pat us on the shoulder or butt and yell 'great show'. It was nice to be recognized but I would have rather danced one slow dance with my lover and been left alone.

Neil joined us as we walked off the dance floor. We rushed down the stairs and outside. He told us that at least fifteen men had come up to him while he was waiting for us asking him to fuck them. There were some that he would have gladly fucked if he wasn't worn out from doing me. We stood in front of the bar watching people until Neil finished his cigarette. Bryce had been looking around almost desperately, I could tell he wanted that boy to show up and blow him even though he had just given me a load of cum fifteen minutes earlier.

We started to walk to a bar that Neil had heard about but not been to. It was further down Bourbon Street and then off on a alley. Bryce started to ask if we felt safe going into the darker area and then stopped, laughed at himself and asked that we remember to protect him. Walking into a part of the city that had fewer lights and only scattered people might have been scary if I didn't have Neil by my side to protect my back. We had gone quite some way when Bryce asked how far we were going, Neil said the person that had told him about the bar we were headed to said it was about a mile.

I didn't like the idea of walking that far, Neil had bruised me quite a bit and I was having trouble walking but at least it would sober us up some. A few blocks later a man jumped out from an alley waving a gun demanding our money.

"Kiss our asses. You're not getting any money from us." Neil was already moving towards the man when he shot his pistol three times. I was close behind Neil, he fell to the street so I had to jump over him to strike the man with a good kick to the head.

"Bryce call 911, Neil is bleeding out." It took the EMTs too long to get to us, he was dead by the time they arrived. The police showed up a few minutes after the EMTs, the shooter was starting to wake up. They cuffed him and started to ask their questions. We were taken to a police station to continue the questioning. In Louisiana I needed to register as a Hensu practitioner, the police were glad I had disabled the shooter and that they were able to arrest him but unhappy with the way it had happened. The man that had met us at the airport showed up about an hour after Bryce called for him, we were not being held officially but he still had to go through a lot to get us free without them issuing a warrant for not being registered . Sitting in the police station in Speedos we got a lot of looks, you would have thought they were used to unusual outfits on men attending Mardi Gras. Thinking about the looks, some of them may have been more interested in what was not on display, the looks had lingered or returned.

"Do you want me to leave you off at the apartment or are you going back to the party?" He wasn't pleased with us but he was trying his best to be polite.

I had settled down some but was still upset that Neil was dead. I didn't think I could be around people but Bryce told the man to leave us off at Canal and Bourbon, he wanted something to drink. As soon as we were out of the car I told him I would have given him a drink if he had said he was thirsty. I had sat patiently in the police station but I was desperate to piss. We went over to a porta potty in the middle of the street not paying any attention if we were being watched. I barely had the door fastened when Bryce pulled my Speedos down and took the tip of my cock in his mouth. I doubted he was going to be able to drink all the piss that was backed up but I let my stream flow.

Bryce didn't get just a drink, he got a shower that soaked him down to his Speedos. I didn't know what to think about that, what were people walking past us going to think when they smelled him? He said he didn't care. We got a drink from a street vendor and started making our way around the mass of people hoping to get to the second bar we had tried the first night. Bryce reminded me that he wanted to piss off the balcony into my mouth. I didn't know if we could coordinate that but alcohol had me too docile at that point to object. Bryce walked into the bar not caring if the men around him were offended by how he smelled or looked. He left me on the street holding what was left of our two drinks mixed into one cup and an empty cup.

I tried to get where I thought he might be able to reach with his stream. I was being bounced around by the mass going past me. I think I it had been about ten minutes when the boy that had given me a blow job earlier ran up to me and pulled the front of my Speedos down enough for my cock to flop out enough for everyone to see. His friends caught up with him in a couple minutes, long enough for him to learn what I was doing standing in the middle of the street. I wasn't embarrassed to tell the strange boy that I was waiting for piss.

His name was Joey. He let me know if I didn't get enough when Bryce tried showering me from above that he would be more than happy to piss for me although he had never tried it before. He giggled at the idea that he could piss on me and let his friends know what he was up to. I hadn't thought any of the boys he was with that night were into guys but as soon as they heard what he wanted to do they gathered around me and all pulled their dicks out and pissed. I caught what I could of Joey's piss in the cup that had been full of alcohol minutes earlier. Bryce what have you done to me?

Most of the boys were still around me pulling up their zippers when I saw Bryce undo his on the balcony. He stuck his cock through the wrought iron railing and not waiting for any of the boys to move out of the way, pissed. I was right, piss hitting me from that height did hurt, I stayed under his stream trying to get some in my mouth. He ran out of piss just as I had managed to catch a few seconds worth.

The boys that he had hit all wanted to leave. One of them suggested they go see the female strippers. I couldn't believe the doorman would let them close enough to get even a glimpse at the women but the boy that was the oldest and seemed to be the leader, he said that they knew how to get a good look even with him trying to chase them away.

I had moved over to where I could sit on the curb. I asked Joey to stay with me for a few minutes. He didn't even hesitate and sat down beside me. I didn't know why I had taken a liking to the boy, I was talking with him and drinking from the cup of his piss without even thinking about what I was doing. After just a few minutes I asked him if he had offered Blue a blow job, too.

"I wanted to get his cock. It looks so much like yours. Are you friends?"

"We're lovers. When we came out of the bar we couldn't find you." I told him that as I was finishing the cup of his pee. I've said teen pee is good but pre-teen pee is even better. If there was any way I could, I would drink that pee all day every day.

"Where is he?"

"He was the one pissing on me. Have you ever tasted piss?" I hadn't seen if he had caught any of Bryce's stream in the face.

"No."

"Lean over and lick my chest, there should be plenty for you to get a taste of my lover." I was kidding the boy but he took me seriously and licked at the piss on my chest and stomach. Seeing that he seemed to like what he was doing I tried to wring some of Bryce and his friends' piss out of my Speedos. When I held it up so that he could lick my hand he brightened up and told me that he had found a new treat.

"When Bryce gets back we'll go to the alley where you gave me the blow job and see how much of the piss I can wring out of the suit for you. Then you can give him that blow job you promised him." He gave me a huge smile, I needed that to lift my spirits after having lost Neil.

"You could let him fuck me." He was relentless in his desire to be fucked, I think that may have been what we had in common.

"I could but I won't. You are too young for either of us to fuck, if you want fucked so bad get one of your friends to fuck you."

"Brandon has done it, but he has a crush on Kevin and has stopped having anything to do with me, any way his cock is only about four inches long and thin.. He is so obsessed that if Kevin jumped in the Mississippi he'd follow into the muddy water without thinking."

"So you found the boy." I hadn't see Bryce coming down the sidewalk.

"Bryce, this is Joey. He has been licking your piss off my chest. He really wants fucked but I told him that all I was going to allow was for him to suck your cock."

"That is what we agreed to. Joey are you enjoying licking up my piss?"

"Yes, sir. Do you think you could give me some more?"

"Maybe after you suck my cock, Kiff and I will give you a drink or a shower."

"Let's go. I want that cock." He definitely was a little cock hound. If he is still gay when he grows up I doubt he does anything other than have sex.

Joey was as much of a cock hound as Austin. I still didn't understand how that happened to boys so young but I no longer cared. If Joey wanted to suck cock and drink piss, we would give him what he wanted. I say we, but after how much of Bryce's piss and Joey's that I had drank I knew when I got up and walked the block I would be ready to give him a good drink in addition to what I was able to get out of the Speedos.

Bryce was excited to be getting the boy's mouth. I was stripped down and wringing the suit out in Joey's mouth when he told us to hurry up. Joey tried to get at his cock but I was still wringing piss on his head and was ready to give him mine. Joey had Bryce's cock going into his mouth when I stepped over the couple feet and began soaking Bryce's stomach with piss. He liked that and aimed my cock down a little until he had me pissing on his cock as it went in and out of the boy's mouth.

A little later we found out that Joey didn't have a home. He lived on the streets sometimes sleeping at one of his friend's house or with a man that picked him up and offered him a bed for a blow job. I had flashes of all the different STD's and HIV affecting us. I wanted to get away and get tested. Bryce was calmer and asked the boy what he knew about sexual diseases. It turned out that he was tested every week at a street clinic. I knew that didn't mean he hadn't picked up something in the last week but I was less worried.

"Do you think he is anywhere near as good as Austin licking an ass?"

"I doubt it. He doesn't seem to have a long tongue and hasn't even suggested that he would lick our asses. Wait, he did say he would lick mine when Neil had my butt showing for people on the balcony, so he at least knows what it is. After that amount of time I think Austin would have had our legs spread and his tongue buried in either of us." I had to agree with Bryce, Austin always took the initiative about licking ass, Joey had not even mentioned asses since brushing his cheek against mine other than trying to get us to fuck his.

Back at the apartment Bryce sank into a funk. I understood that losing Neil was disturbing, I didn't know what to do for him, I was missing Neil, too.

"Kiff, would you be alright if we cut our stay short, I want to go home." I thought about that for a few seconds, it did seem wrong to still be out partying while Neil was laying in the morgue.

"Are the police alright with us leaving?"

"The lawyer promised them that we would be available if they needed us. We will either come back for the day or have the questioning done at the federal center. I'm just not feeling up to this party right now."

"That sounds like it is the right thing to do." We were sitting on a glider someone had put on the patio, I couldn't believe all that had happened while we were there. Going back to the Condo without Neil felt wrong. I hoped that we would be able to get over losing him quickly.