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The "boys" seemed to be in a relaxed stupor, so I quietly pulled my t-shirt on, pulled on my boxer briefs and jeans in one pull, and was crawling over to my shoes to slowly make my retreat. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?", I heard Kevin say quietly, shattering the dead silence. I stopped in my tracks and said, "Um, I was gonna go home, I thought you guys were done with me for now." Kevin smiled contentedly, kinda half hit Larry on the shoulder and said, "What do you think, are we done?"
"My mom and dad like listening to some group called The Builders or The Workmen or something like that, and they have a song that starts off, `We've Only Just Begun'...somehow the words of that song comes to mind right now", Larry half spoke, half muttered from his dream state. "Well, Paul, you heard him...stick around a while and let's enjoy each other's company, see if anything interesting pops up." Kevin snickered at his pun, stretched out his body in a full stretch on the couch, and again sank into the cushions.
I was sitting, waiting, wondering what I should do when the TV above my head jumped into life. They turned the ball game on, Royals vs. someone...who cares, cuz they both were Royals fans. Both boys came to life, new energy now that their `game' was on. During a commercial, Kevin went into the other room and was on the phone. He came back in, and I saw that he had discarded his T-Shirt and his khaki shorts; dressed only in a ruby red pair of boxer briefs, he smiled a disarming smile and said, "Paul, come on over and sit with me." I crawled over to the couch and was going to get up, when Kevin said, "Nah, just sit there on the floor and lean against the couch."
I sat where he told me to -- I was sitting on the floor between his legs that formed a large `V' at his crotch. My eyes flickered back and forth, not watching the game (why would I since Wayne isn't pitching for the Royals...yet) but instead looking at the two magnificently sexy legs framing either side of my body. Suddenly, Kevin's knees bent a bit as he scrunched his body forward. He lifted my head slightly, and I felt his crotch come to rest on the back of my head. When he let go of my head, the back of my neck rested squarely on his limp dick under his underwear. His thighs were on either side of my cheeks and he had bent his knees, so his legs were resting lightly against my groin.
Whenever the Royals did something awesome, the guys would jump, scream and bounce around. Kevin crossed his ankles so my head was held in place by his tree trunk legs. His heels kept massaging my crotch, and my own crotch rocket was inflating with each cheer. Instinctively, I caressed each of the legs framing my head, my hands loving the feeling of his hairy legs with the powerful muscles underneath. I surprised even myself how easily I had brought Kevin into my trusted circle of tube steak.
Hearing the door bell, Larry jumped up, ran to the door, and after some conversation, entered once again with a large pizza in his hands. "I know Paul's pretty full, but are you hungry Kevin?", Larry said laughing at his own humor.
Larry plopped down on the couch with the Pizza between he and Kevin. Larry flipped open the box to take a piece. The smell invaded my senses and my stomach growled loudly. Both Kevin and Larry began to laugh hysterically at my predicament. "I thought we fed you plenty, but we'll give you some more, don't worry!", Kevin said. I worried alright, did he mean some pizza or more tube steak? I really did need to eat something other than cum...
Kevin peeled off a piece and ate it in seconds. Peeling off a second peace, be broke off a little bit and, leaning forward, put it to my lips. My head resting on his crotch, his extremely hair legs framing each side of my head, his scrunched stomach and chest forming a roof over my head, I felt totally surrounded by this fine Irishman and thought I could stay here between his legs for a long time. I could feel his breath over me when I tentatively opened my mouth, and his thumb and finger slowly pushed a piece of pizza into my mouth. I chewed the pizza slowly, confused because his fingers were still in front of my mouth. After I had swallowed the piece, Kevin said, "Now lick the grease off my fingers." As I licked each of his fingers, he moved them in and out of my mouth almost like he was fingering a pussy. He took a bite for himself, and again broke off a little piece to hold in front of my mouth. "Open up, Kiss Ass!" he said using Larry's nickname for me. I again opened my mouth, and accepted his offering, and once again cleaned the grease off. I never thought being fed pizza could be such a turn on, but I my dick was getting harder and harder. Kevin felt it under his heels, and chuckling a little, massaged my crotch with his heels.
I leaned back into his crotch, I could feel his dick on the back of my neck. "Look up!", Kevin said. I craned my neck back and my mouth opened a little involuntarily. He held up a piece of pizza almost like a bunch of grapes and slowly lowered it to my mouth. I hungrily opened and tried to eat a piece, but Kevin kept pulling the piece back so that it was just barely out of the reach of my mouth. With his legs draped over the front of me like a brace, I couldn't stretch too far.
Each time I stretched out and back, it was a massage of his trouser snake that was slowly coming to life behind my neck. Tired, I stopped stretching, and Kevin seeing I had quit the game said, "you're hungry, huh?". "Fucking, duh!", I said, although I quickly realized I shouldn't have. The thighs on either side of my head tightened a little, and Kevin's ankles crossed over my chest. I wasn't going anywhere. His thighs loosened a bit, and he said, "Look up, close your eyes, and open your mouth!".
I did as he asked, just hoping he would finally give me some pizza. After a few moments, I could feel him lean over like before. I waited for the fingers to place a small piece on my tongue, but instead, there was a hunk of something that fell into my wide open mouth, brushing against my lips as it went in. My eyes flew open, it was weird...it tasted like pizza, but it was the wrong consistency. "Chew and swallow!", Kevin barked. I did as he told me.
When he said again, "open up", I did but kept my eyes open. Kevin took a bite of pizza, was chewing it as he looked at me, then leaned over, opened his mouth and let it drop from his mouth into mine, almost like his mouth was taking a shit! "Chew and swallow", Kevin barked again. Now I understood the weird consistency. Kevin was "kind" enough to pre-chew my food for me. Part of me was grossed out, and part of me was turned on that Kevin was giving me the added ingredient of his spit as I ate the pizza. He fed me three slices like this while I alternated between being grossed out and turned on at the same time. Even I was surprised how submissively low I had sunk so fast with Kevin. Hot shanty Irishman or not, my decent was pretty fast.
Just as Kevin had dropped a dollop of pre-chewed pizza into my mouth again, we heard a strong voice behind us say, "That's really low and gross, even for this trinity of tards!" Wayne stepped forward; he obviously had been watching us for a while. He was dressed like a wet dream. He had on a pair of Larry's khaki shorts which were too small for him; they hugged his butt obscenely, and from the front, I could tell what religion Wayne was, his visible penis line was so pronounced.
"I'd get up to deck you, but Paul here drained me too much!", Larry said to his brother, smiling lazily. Kevin said, "Call me a tard all you want, but I've been trying to see just how low Paul will go...and I haven't found the lowest level yet!", Kevin snickered. Three of the hottest studs I know, in the same room, a few feet from one another, having tasted their jism and sucked their dicks, truly it was a trifecta of lust!
Wayne began to massage the front of his khaki shorts, staring at me, and saying, "Well, I haven't been drained for a while, are you up for it Paul? Cuz, I know I'm quickly getting up!" I slowly began to uncross Kevin's legs from in front of me and untangle myself from him. I heard Kevin say, "Well, Wayne, I was drained just a bit ago, but Paul here had insisted on keeping his face in my crotch, so I'm still sorta horny. You mind a threesome?" Wayne looked at Kevin and said, "Not a big deal, unless you touch me, then I'll break your arm. I like getting worshiped, but I'm not a faggot like Paul!" "Cool with me, I'm not a fag either. I just wanna get off again before I have to get back home!", Kevin said.
Kevin got up and started to follow Wayne and I into the bedroom, then turned and asked Larry, "You wanna come and turn it into an orgy?" "Naw,", Larry said, "it would be weird and almost like incest to fuck a faggot with my brother! I'm tired and gonna nap, have a great party, man!" "Suite yourself!", Kevin said, as he guided my shoulders into the bedroom.
As I heard Kevin close the bedroom door behind me, I saw Wayne standing in front of me by the bed, a king size bed for a king size stud. Arms crossed, feet planted a foot apart, eyes boring into mine, no one could be confused over who the Alpha was in this situation. "Come here, Paul", he said very quietly. I slowly walked to him, standing a foot away from him. His eyes continued to stare directly into mine, boring into my brain, sucking all my resolve and strength from me. They weren't unkind, but very authoritative. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than 20 seconds, Wayne said, "Kneel down and remove my shoes." I knelt before my god, and untied both his shoes. He raised his right foot, his hand on my head for balance, and I pulled his shoe off. "Socks too", he said. I peeled his sock off. I repeated the same for his left foot.
"Undo my belt", he said. I couldn't resist rubbing my cheek against his hairy legs as my face traveled toward his waist. Unbuckling his belt, he stopped me from unbuttoning his khaki's, and said, "Take my belt off". I pulled his belt from the loops and set it on the bed. He turned around and said, "Live up to Larry's nickname for you. Kiss my ass." "No problem," I thought as I leaned in. The khaki's were so tight, they were already like a second skin molding his butt cheeks. His tree trunk legs formed a perfect `v' culminating as they met at his butt cheeks. I gripped his legs and pushed my nose into the valley formed by his cheeks and exaggeratedly kissed his butt through the cloth over and over again.
He eventually turned around and said, "Take my khakis off now." His bulge was very pronounced now, and demanded attention. I unbuttoned his khaki's, and as I pulled the zipper down, it practically exploded from the pressure his massive lump was placing on the zipper. I shimmied his khaki's down his legs. He stepped out of them, flinging them to the side with this foot. I was face to crotch with a pair of sky blue boxer briefs that were already stained with precum. I slowly pulled them down and out bounced Wayne's 7 ½ inches of party pleasure that looked like it might have grown to 8 ½ inches! I looked up to await instructions from Wayne, and saw he had been looking down at me with little emotion in his face, but his brain obviously whirling at 1,000 mph. After what seemed like forever, a smile crept across his lips. He turned slightly so his back was to me, showed me the ass I so often drooled over, placed his right foot up on the bed to I had complete access to his butt, and he said, "Clean me out!"
I was light headed as I leaned in and placing my hands on his cheeks and spread them with my thumbs showing his hole. It was framed with wispy hairs that twirled in a circle around the opening. I gently pressed my nose into the hairy valley, the hair on his cheeks tickled my face and the lids of my eyes. Releasing my hold, the cheeks of Wayne's butt folded over my nose and it almost seemed like Wayne's butt sucked me in and you couldn't tell where Wayne ended and I began. I reached my tongue out as far as it would go and began to slowly lap at the tasty fruit I was always lusting over. Wayne was clean, but had a musty, dank, delicious taste that I would come to identify as his unique scent. I let out a moan of pleasure that was matched by Wayne's moan of ecstacy. As my tongue licked up and down the valley over and over, my moaning was again matched by Wayne's as it became a chorus of lust and pleasure. I knew in my heart that I would never get tired of worshiping Wayne's perfectly formed pitcher's butt.
As I pressed forward, Wayne pressed backward, and saliva was drooling from my mouth as I ate out every inch of his butt. Wayne increased the amplitude of his moan as I stuck my tongue into the warm envelope of his hole. I began to fuck him with my tongue which caused him to reach behind and pull my head even tighter against him. It made me so horny to know that it was me that was making this jock-stud moan in pleasure and want so much more. I knew he was the Alpha, but it gave me a false sense of power thinking I had a little control over him. After what seemed like an eternity of cleaning him out, I fell back panting for breath. Wayne brought his foot down from the bed and turned back to me. His pole was rigid and solid sticking straight out from his body. A long string of precum was hanging off the head of his dick and was slowly traveling to the floor. I leaned down underneath it, let the end touch my tongue, and lifted my head so it all was caught by my tongue. As I reached the helmut of his dick, I swirled my tongue against the hole to catch even the source of the dick drool.
"Oh - my -fucking - god!" I heard exclaimed. I looked over and Kevin was standing there with wide eyes watching what had occurred. I had totally forgotten he was in the room with us. "I was trying to see how low you would stoop, Paul, but christ, I see now that I wasn't even close to finding out! I mean, eating cum, swallowing spit, I thought that was gross and pretty low. But sucking a dude's ass, I mean, wow!" I wasn't sure if I should feel proud, complimented, embarrassed or insulted; what I did know what that the front of Kevin's khaki's looked like they were going to rip from the pressure of his hard on. Wayne sat in the chair by the bed to give Kevin a chance at foreplay and to watch. As Kevin covered the 5 feet from the door to the bed, he undressed and his clothing seemed to just fall off him so that by the time he had arrived in front of me, he was nude and ready for action.
Where Wayne's face had been hard to read, Kevin's was not. His green eyes weren't twinkling, they were bursting in flames of lust. He wasn't smirking, he was panting, almost breathing fire. "Get up on the bed!" he commanded. I sat on the edge of the bed and this hot Irishman stood before me. Seeing his dick fully erect for the first time, I was almost stunned into inaction. It had to be 8 inches and stood out at a 45 degree angle from him body, no curve, just a straight pole. It was framed with a generous explosion of midnight blue-black pubic hair that almost shimmered as it framed his pole. The helmut on his pole seemed almost the size of a plum...it was huge and now I know why it filled my ass so completely.
Kevin stood in front of me in a power stance, legs a foot apart, his knees touching mine, and grabbed my ears. "Open wide, cocksucker!" I opened my mouth once again, but forgot to relax or open my throat. I guess I was expecting a little more foreplay. Instead, his cock rocketed into my mouth, raced to the back of my throat, and tried to continue without pausing. His plum head hit the entrance to my throat and seemed to stop at a blockage. My eyes were as wide as saucers, and my hands were trying to push as Kevin's legs, but he would have none of this. "I'm already tired of this bullshit! I feel one tooth scrape me, and you'll need dentures by the time I'm done with you!", he said. One hand in my hair, the other hand behind my neck, and with no fanfare or warning, he plowed right into my throat. My cheeks were puffed out, I thought I might throw up the pizza I had eaten earlier as I was choking so much, and I found my nose, eyes, and face buried in the bush of pubic hair.
He ground against my face for a few seconds, then pulled out entirely. I was coughing, gasping, wheezing, and in general trying to catch my breath. "Oh for christ's sake, don't be such a pussy! In fact, let your mouth act more like a pussy and swallow this gift!" Once again, with the speed of light, his pole went into my mouth, across my tongue, battered past the entrance of my throat and I found myself face to crotch in a puff of black pubic hair. Again, after a few seconds of grinding, he pulled out, drool hanging from his dick. He did this several times, each time my gagging became less and less as I became accustomed to his assault.
"Geez, Kevin, careful with the merchandise!", Wayne barked. "You fuck his throat up so bad that he can't suck my dick anymore, you'll have to take his place!" For a brief second, fear passed over Kevin's face, then it was gone. His face smiled as he looked at Wayne and said, "Yeah, I was a little aggressive. You gonna join in the fun?"
Wayne stepped forward with a bottle of lube. He said to me, "Lean back on the bed", as he coated his dick with the lube. I leaned back, my butt on the edge, my feet on the floor, laying on the bed with two horny studs staring at me. Wayne lifted my feet so they rested on his shoulders, propped a pillow under my butt, and he began to rub his cock up and down my valley. As I began to moan, Kevin vaulted onto my chest, put a pillow underneath my head, and began rubbing his cock over my lips, covering them with cock snot. Wayne and Kevin seemed to rub against my ass and my face almost in union with one another.
Wayne gripped my legs, and pushed against my hole which didn't have tremendous resistance having been stretched out by Kevin earlier. As the head popped into my ass, I opened my mouth and quickly let out and took in a breath as I tried to get used to the invasion in my butt. Kevin took that as an invite to lean forward and slide his cock into my mouth, cutting off any chance of moaning out loud. As Wayne plowed forward into my ass, it caused my body to tilt slightly upward which caused Kevin to slide forward into my throat. The back and forth action of Kevin and Wayne almost made it seem like they had practiced together. My hands would flail occasionally if I couldn't breath, so Kevin tucked them under his shins so I couldn't move around so much. The feeling of having my ass and my throat filled and emptied simultaneously with a back and forth rhythmic motion was taking me to a height I had never been before.
After a few minutes, Wayne moaned, "I'm gonna cum soon." Kevin said, "Me too, let me know when you're coming, maybe we can do it together." Simultaneous rhythm of back and forth, in and out, my body was becoming limp with being totally dominated and used. Wayne said, "I'm almost there!" Kevin pulled out of my throat, grabbed a tight hold of my hair so I couldn't move, and began to jack his cock in my face. Knowing his reputation for getting nearby town girls pregnant, I was imagining how many girls have stared at his throbbing cock in the same position I was in right now as he gave them a pearl necklace rather than risk their becoming pregnant. I braced myself to wear his sperm on my face.
Wayne moaned loudly and buried himself into my butt grinding against my cheeks. I could feel the pulsing of his cock as he emptied his spermies into the depths of my butt. Kevin let out a moan and then surprised me. His grip in my hair tightened and he pushed me into the pillow so I couldn't move. He leaned forward and placed his cock against my face. I braced myself for the pearl necklace, but right before he came he lifted his body up a bit. He maneuvered the head of his cock against the opening of my nose and the first rope of his cum plowed up into my left nostril. I froze, unable to comprehend what just happened, and he moved the head of his dick slightly so that the second rope of his cum plowed up into my right nostril. He kept the head of his dick there so that the third rope of cum pushed forward into my nose and sinus cavity. I began to cough, sputter and choke, but with Wayne's grip on my legs, Kevin kneeling on my chest and pinning my arms with his legs, and with the death grip he had on my hair pushing into the pillow, I couldn't move. He pulled the head of his dick away and the fourth rope of cum went into my right eye, and he placed the head of his dick against my left nostril again so the fifth rope of cum pushed into my sinus' cavity. He pulled back and the sixth rope went into my left eye. I was quivering. Pinned and unable to move, my head filled with Kevin's sperm, my eyes burning from his sperm, I became unable to function or comprehend.
Unaware of what Kevin had done, Wayne allowed my feet to drop to the ground. Kevin rolled off me, convulsing with silent giggles over what he had done. Wayne looked down, saw my eyes covered in cum, cum draining from my nose, my body just quivering, my tongue reaching out and trying to lick the sperm draining from my nose, and he turned to Kevin and said, "What the fuck???" Kevin, between laughing said, "Well, I wanted to see just how bad I could degrade him. I mean, he drank Larry and my sperm, he ate pizza that I had already chewed and was laced with my spit, he ate out your ass and stuck his tongue up your butthole... all that within a ten minute period. So I thought that rather than a traditional pearl necklace, I would shoot my cum up his nose and he could snort it, sort of like his own `Kevin cocaine', ya know? I don't know if it made him high, but I know he's gonna smell me for a long time today!" As he said this, he suddenly flipped back onto my chest and put his dick into my mouth once again so I could nurse the last of his nectar from the source and clean off the stickiness from his dick. Wayne just shook his head and said, "And I thought Larry was the most perverted motherfucker I knew. Remind me not to leave you alone with any of my girlfriends..."
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