The Tall Ships Part 1
The annual "Fleet Week" has started here in New York this week. Thousands of hot young Sailors, Marines and Coast Guardsmen are roaming our streets as part of the festivities. Fleet week is a totally American military display. The first time I remember a similar "invasion" by seamen of our port city was during the Bicentennial Celebration of 1976. During that July 4th weekend, there was a display of what was called "The Tall Ships", a parade of large and impressive sailing vessels, most of them used for training by the navies of various nations, that came into our harbor and sailed up the Hudson River, escorted by a number of more modern naval ships from both the US Navy and other countries, in honor of the 200th anniversary of the American Revolution. At the same time, as many international merchant ships as possible came to New York to also join the celebration. That was also the first summer when I was finally FULLY out of my blue-collar closet. In 1974, it was hard for a truck diver to admit to himself, let alone other men, that he was queer, but I had made that difficult journey.
There were not only thousands of American naval service men in town that week, but sailors from at least a half dozen different countries. Many of them were cadets in their country's Naval Academy, and were quite young. Most of these cadets arrived on old fashioned sailing vessels. ALL of them were in superb condition, and in most were pretty hot looking. A surprising number of them hit town, and were looking not for pussy, but for cock.
At the time I lived on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Like I said, I had just completed the long and (for me) painful process of accepting my homosexuality. When I had moved to my apartment, the main attraction was its nearness to a famous gourmet market called Zabar's. I was totally unaware that there were at least 8 gay bars within walking distance of my new home, two with "back rooms". (Actually, they were both `play rooms' in the basement.)
I was living there for a few months before I was introduced by a new fuck-buddy to the infinite pleasures of that infamous mansex playground, the Rambles of Central Park, which was less than 6 blocks from my apartment. I was soon a dedicated regular wanderer in the Rambles, especially on those nights when I failed to meet anyone who turned me on in the bars. The Rambles soon gave me an appreciation of group sex in the great outdoors.
That week, the gay bars were packed with sailors from all over the world, most of them speaking very little English. I wasn't at all surprised to find groups of sailors also wandering the paths of the Rambles, engaging in all the sexual athletics available. The first night, I first spent some time in the Rambles. I really enjoy fucking a tough Marine until he squeals like a girl. That evening I did it four times, forcing each of them to their knees to drink my load from my cock, coated with their own shit and ass-juices, before I decided it was time for a drink and headed for my favorite cruising bar.
As soon as I got to the bar, I met Rick, a redheaded American chief petty officer from the hills of Tennessee, a real live hillbilly who had never traveled more than 30 miles from his tiny home town before joining the Navy. He was around 37 years old, aggressively masculine, handsome, with sparking green eyes, muscular and tattooed.
The very experienced senior seaman knew exactly what he wanted, and was not shy about telling me: "I need y'all to fuck my tight ass long and hard and rough, until I fucking scream! And then I want y'all to keep fucking that man-hole of mine while I beg for more of the same rough fucking! I want to y'all fuck me crazy, man, every way y'all can think of, any way y'all want! I want y'all to fuck me as often as y'all can get it up for me, until we both pass out from drained balls. And when we get up in the morning, I want y'all to do it all over again."
He explained that this sort of noisy action was impossible on board a ship, and as a senior sailor he was also usually obliged by shipboard custom to take the top role with the younger sailors or marines he did manage to find to discretely fuck with on board. He usually had to wait until he hit a large port like New York or San Francisco to find a partner to play with, and since he preferred a hot, hairy, younger top, he didn't always hook up with his fantasy on every leave. As soon as he saw me swagger through the door, my shirt still open from the last Marine's worship of my nipples, Rick KNEW I was the stud of his fantasies. By the time I ordered my drink, the bartender told me that the humpy redheaded sailor had paid for it already, and winked at me. "I want details the next time you're ass is in here, buddy, and then the drinks will be on the house. I figure the way he's looking at you, the story will be better than a porn movie!"
Well, the manly sailor was just what I was looking for! I told him that I would be happy to oblige him for hours, as long as when he was ready to shoot his load, he fed it to my mouth directly from his cock. Rick could take a hell of a lot of hard, ass-pounding fucking. Man, did that redneck love to get fucked HARD! And did he love to scream! I had never seen a man who could cum so often and so much. Rick fed me nine separate and very tasty loads from his 8" uncut dick over the course of the next seven hours. And I matched him load for load, and then did him one better! Unfortunately, that was all the leave he had for that week, or I would have never let him leave my bed.
After my Olympic bout with Rick, I had to rest the second night. I may have been in my mid-20's but I still needed time for my depleted balls to build up some cum after the number of loads I'd pumped into that butch redhead's hot, tight muscular butt. That wasn't occluding my four pussy Marines, who I never told Rick about. Why make him feel that he miht not get what he needed?
The third night, I had a late run, so I decided to skip the bars and go straight home to change and head directly to the Rambles. My two weeks of vacation officially had started, and I was going to enjoy every FUCKING minute of it - emphasis on the FUCKING!
I rambled around, watching the action. I sucked two loads each out of the big, juicy dicks of two really tough looking Marine sergeants getting their asses gangbanged by a line of eager civilians. I was now horny as hell, and looking for some tight hole to stuff with my own hard prick. I was walking down a path that was too well lit and open for action when I passed two very tall, well built blonde foreign sailors who both grinned at me as they groped themselves. These guys were fucking Tom of Finland drawings come to life! They were almost identical, although one had slightly reddish-blonde hair. I could tell from the flag on their uniform that they were Swedish. I'm 6' tall, but these two towered over me.
Talk about the Tall Ships! I was hooked!
I stopped, and discovered that they spoke almost no English, and I don't know any Swedish. I didn't need a lot of words to understand that both of these guys were really interested in me. I stood there under a street lamp, gazing at these two dazzling Viking sex-gods. They were both impossibly handsome, and their uniforms showed enough of their bodies to show that they were at the peak of perfection, and probably hung like horses. I lead Lars and Olaf deeper into the shadows, and they took turns kissing me, feeling up my body, paying a lot of attention to my ass. These guys were experts at the art of seduction. My hands wandered all over their hard, muscular bodies. I was lost. There was no way I could say no to either of these glorious studs and live with myself. And here they were, offering BOTH of themselves to me! They were just too fucking perfect! There was just one tiny problem. How do I explain to these two studs who seemed obsessed with my muscular ass that I had never been fucked? And that I wasn't too sure I was ready to give up my ass-cherry?
At that point in my life, I still had the romantic notion that my True Gay Love would come along, and that I was saving my ass for him. As Lars' tongue worked it's way down my throat, Olaf began to nibble and lick my ear. These guys were sexual experts, and obviously used to working as a seduction team. And they WERE sort of romantic. They murmured sweet nothings (I assumed) to me in Swedish, and it sure the fuck worked. I HAD to take these two to bed, and see what developed. But I sure the hell wasn't willing to share these two with any other horny Americans, or with horny foreign sailors, either. I was NOT going to start having sex with them in the park just to have some other studs horn in on the action! Just as I was trying to figure out how to invite these two to my apartment, Olaf whispered in my ear: "We all go Ike's home, yes? Lars, Olaf, Ike?"
"Yes!" I agreed, grabbing their hands to lead them by way of the roadway directly out of the park, to avoid any horny bastards on the winding, dark paths who might try to steal my magnificent Swedish delights! I was tempted to take a cab to get them home faster, but I really did need the break to calm down before I popped my load in my jeans. I also didn't think I'd survive a close confinement with the two of them in the back of a cab! I stopped at the exit to the park to light a cigarette, and the Boys each took one, too.
We walked together down the man crowded streets to my building. Every few blocks, a group of local gay men would see me with my two Nordic conquests, and I would feel the daggers being stared at me! I was in heaven! I knew that by tomorrow afternoon every gay man in the Upper West Side would know about me and my two tall blonde stud sailors.
I lived on the fourth floor of a walk up. The guys walked behind me, feeling up my ass the entire four floors. By the time I got to my apartment door, I was pretty sure I was going to lose my ass-cherry that night, even if I didn't think I was "ready". I wasn't too sure if I gave a shit anymore, because these guys were skilled at getting a man hot and horny! The two of them had me so super-horny, I would have fucked a knot in the wooden floor!
I shared a small apartment with another blue-collar guy who was also in the process of coming out, and when we got there, he was entertaining a young black sailor in the tiny living room. The sailor was obviously horny enough and gay enough to go home with a guy, but not quite ready enough to go to the bedroom with him, and they were making out on our little sofa. After a quick hello, I lead the Swedes into my bedroom, and offered them some beer. I went to the kitchen, and when I returned, they had both stripped off their tops, and were lounging insolently in my room in just their pants and shoes. My heart almost stopped at the sight.
Lars was sprawled on my bed, and Olaf was loafing on a chair, which confirmed my feeling that Lars was the dominant partner of the two. The sight of the almost identical blond muscle studs almost made me drop the beer. Usually I prefer hairy men, but the sight of these two almost hairless men, their light fuzz showing off every muscle and sinew, made me appreciate the naturally hairless male for the first time. (However, I still hate men who shave off the beautiful fur that their Creator gifted to them!)
I handed them their cans of beer, and sat on the bed next to Lars, who began to pull on the waistband of my tight t-shirt. I got the message, and ripped off the shirt. Literally ripped it in my rush to join their nakedness! They were both turned on by my hairy chest; I immediately had a Swede on each pec, kneading it, stroking the fur, and soon sucking my nipples. Somewhere along the way, I lost my sneakers and pants. I was naked while they were still in their slacks, standing over me as they drank their beers, drinking in the sight of my hairy, naked body. I stared up at them, lost in wonder that two such perfect examples of masculinity were spellbound in lust by my hairy body. Two perfect sex models in MY bedroom, and both of them hot for MY ass! I was nervous as hell, but getting more relaxed with the idea of giving up my cherry to them both.
I decided that the situation wasn't fair, and grabbed Lars. After opening his belt and pulling down his zipper, I pulled him on top of me, thrusting my tongue into his eager mouth. When I glanced over, Olaf was already magnificently naked, and was pulling Lars' pants off of him, laughing. Olaf's fat, above average cock was cut, while Lars had the longest foreskin I had ever seen on a guy, which had not been very many, to be honest. His long, fairly thin dick was hard as steel, and curved up, but a full two inches of flesh still dangled from the tip of his 11 inches. If his cock had not been so thin, I might have been intimidated. Fascinated, I leaned up and nibbled on the skin. Lars loved it!
I may not know Swedish, but I could figure out "Oh, fuck, yeah, baby, do that some more! I fucking love it!" I obliged, chewing on the fucking piece of skin. Lars went ballistic. I'm sure I could have learned some Swedish swear words if I had had the time to pay attention.
As it was, I was having a ball exploring this beautiful, dangling piece of man-flesh. I got my tongue into it, and found that the Swedish reputation for cleanliness did NOT apply to Lars, at least not to the area under his cock-hood. I had enthusiastically encountered headcheese before, but this was an entire new species of prick-cheese! It was actually on the sweet side, once I got used to the initial acrid and raunchy tang. While previous foreskins had fed me curds of cheese, Lars was giving me thick chunks that I could really chew! As my tongue cleaned out his dick-hood, Lars held my head like a vice, as if afraid I'd chicken out and run off. I guess some BOYS might have been scared off, but relatively new as I was to mansex, I had long ago realized that it was the strong, raunchy smells and tastes of real MEN which was what turned me on to men instead of the women I had fucked for all those wasted years of my late teens and early twenties.
It was the natural smells of real men that got me horniest, and my two Swedish guests had obviously been out all day in the hot sun without any deodorant. They both smelled fucking HOT! My tongue drooled to lick them both all over their magnificent, almost hairless bodies and experience their natural tastes. There wasn't a fucking chance in HELL that Lars was getting away from me without my totally cleaning out the underside of his foreskin with my tongue.
Olaf wasn't about to be left out. He swallowed my 7 1/2" cut cock to the balls in one take, and began to hum. Really hum. LOUDLY. The feeling was incredible! I had never felt anything like it. The head of my cock was buried in his throat, which was vibrating wildly in the tightest hole I've ever had it in, and I've busted some tight cherry cunts! He began to move up and down slowly, still humming, and my hand grabbed his short hair to encourage him to keep at it. While the feeling was extremely hot, it was also just below the threshold that would lead to me cumming. I realized that Olaf could probably do this for hours and I would stay just at the edge of orgasm, never cumming.
OK, I'll let you in on a secret. Later, that's exactly what Olaf did - for three and a half in-fucking-credible, mind-bending hours! While he ignored my babbled begging for release!
After I had totally cleaned Lars' beautiful cock and began to suck his cock, he began to talk to Olaf in Swedish. To my disappointment, Olaf stopped the humming to answer him. The Swedish Navy switched places. I now was sucking on Olaf, and Lars had my legs spread, and was giving me an expert rim job. Better than expert: the man had a tongue as incredibly oversized as his foreskin! He was reaching places I had never realized a tongue could reach, and my ass was on fire. I knew I should put up some sort of resistance to losing my cherry, but I realized that I was happy as hell that these two spectacular studs were going to be ending my virginity on this hot summer night. Suddenly my ass-cherry no longer felt like a treasure, but a burden which I was finally having removed from my shoulders. Well, from my asshole.
Moaning passionately, I reached down and pushed Lars' head in deeper, and amazingly, his tongue got in even further!
Meanwhile, I was trying to give Olaf a good time. He was swinging 9 inches, but the fucking monster was almost as fat as it was long. I could deep throat him, but my jaws got tired really quickly. Olaf fucked my face for a few minutes, then pulled out and pushed my face into his balls. Somehow or other, I had missed the fact that this stud had a set of nuts on him that would make a bull jealous, and for a guy with almost no body hair, these were as wooly as tennis balls. The smell of the sweat on them was overpowering and delightful, and I got to work licking every inch of them. After five head spinning minutes of the smell of over heated man, Olaf said something to Lars, who stopped long enough to give my balls a quick chewing, and I got the message. I began to chew on Olaf's massive nuts, and groaning with pleasure, he grabbed my head and jammed it into his groin to show how much he was enjoying the rough treatment. I chewed away contentedly, stopping to lick his balls, his crotch and his thighs and then chewing some more.
Lars had opened a jar of Vaseline and was working a big, work-roughened finger into my tight, virgin ass. It was time for me for me to see how far I could go on sign language. I let go of Olaf, and gently grabbed Lars' hand. I didn't pull his finger out - it was not, by far, the first finger ever to enter my ass, or even the biggest, and after the workout his tongue had given my virgin man-hole, I was ready for more - a LOT more. I just needed these guys to understand that I WAS a virgin, that I WAS willing to go further if they went slow and easy, and also that there was NO WAY that Olaf's massively fat tree branch of an ass rammer was going to be the one to go first!
I just simply stated the facts in English. I guess either "virgin" is the same in Swedish, or they knew the word, because Lars, began to back up, blushing. It was interesting to watch a naked blonde Swede blush; his entire body turned pink and red. Grinning at him, I firmly held his hand so that his finger stayed in my tight butt-hole. "It's OK. I want you two to be the first ones. Lars fucks Ike first, then Olaf." I grabbed the girth of Olaf's cock and joked with a smile. "If Olaf fucks first, Ike would bleed to death!" They got the joke and laughed.
Olaf had picked up a bottle of poppers, and taken an expert snort, and handed the bottle to Lars, who did the same. The he held it for me to sniff. "Lars go slow. Lars wants Ike to love Lars' cock in Ike's beautiful virgin ass. Lars want to put cock in Ike`s ass many time this week." Oh? They wanted this to be more than one night? I had no objection. NONE at all! That would be a GREAT vacation, as far as I was concerned.
"Olaf want fuck Ike`s ass much, too." Well, we'll see if I survive the FIRST time that massive thing rams into my tight hole. But I had a feeling that I'd end up enjoying it, since I liked Olaf so much. He was so fucking NICE!
I was beginning to wonder if these two spoke more English then they let on, but as long as they were telling me they were going to go slow, I was ready to get fucked for the first time. Just think: I'd be able to remember that my first time was not by just anyone, but by two Norse dream hunks who looked like models and had bodies better than those found in most "physique magazines"!
Maybe my True Gay Love, or a reasonable facsimile of him, had come along that night in the Rambles, after all, to claim my ass-cherry at long last. He just happened to be two Swedish naval studs who were almost identical, and just about the hottest men on Earth! Now, THAT would be a memory to keep me HOT for years to cum!
Lars lay on top of me and kissed me as his body covered mine. Olaf took over eating my ass and he was almost as good as Lars. Lars climbed into a 69 position, and fed me his long cock. I had not really had a chance to suck on his beauty before. In this position, the curve slid right down my throat, and my nose was in his nice sized hairless balls in a few seconds. I began to pull on them, which surprised Lars, but he didn't stop me, so I continued to manhandle his nuts. Lars went nuts. He began to fuck my face as he sucked my cock to the root, treating my balls as roughly as I was treating his. Olaf sat in the chair and lit a cigarette, slowly jerking his cock as he watched the two of us mash each other's balls. Finally, he said something to Lars which calmed Lars down, and sounded to me like "If you're going to keep doing that, I'll have to fuck you instead, Lars." Swedish didn't sound THAT difficult. Or maybe it's because that's what I would have said in his position. I liked the redder haired Swede even more for his humor and the fact that although Lars THOUGHT he was the boss, Olaf was not quite in agreement.
While we took a quick breather, Lars found a joint on top of my dresser, which we shared. Olaf went to the bathroom, returning after awhile with a bottle of Scotch from the kitchen. Olaf said "I hear your friends fucking." I was glad that my overly picky roommate had scored with the shy young sailor. Knowing my totally bottom roommate, if Olaf heard fucking, the sailor was doing it, and was enjoying a very tight and enthusiastic hole. I wasn't much of a drinker in those days other than beer, but the idea of having a buzz on when Lars busted my cherry hole sounded good. We passed the bottle around, and I broke out two more joints, so soon we were all quite relaxed.
Lars went back to eating my ass as Olaf sucked and chewed my nipples. I reached over and handed Lars the jar of Vaseline again, and held up 2 fingers. I grunted as 2 fingers invaded my hole, but Olaf gave me a deep kiss, and then held the poppers to my nose while I relaxed. I positioned him so that I could lick the sweat off of his chest and then his arm pits, and he loved the treatment, and the taste of his body distracted me from what Lars was doing to my ass. Olaf held the poppers to my nose, then went back to kissing me as he pulled on and twisted my sensitive nipples. When my mind returned to earth, I realized that Lars now had three fingers in me, and was finger fucking me. I grunted with each movement, so Olaf took out the poppers once more, and when I was totally relaxed, Lars' fingers speed up and spread. I was aware that my cock was harder than a crowbar, and leaking precum like Old Faithful, and the ring inside my ass was on fire.
I had a need I had never experienced - a need to be taken and mounted and rammed full of Swedish dick!
Until that very moment, I had never understood the reason some men loved getting fucked so much. I knew men who spent hours in the Rambles looking for just one more cock for their already cum dripping ass. I wasn't quite in that state, but at that moment, there was nothing in this world that would make me change my mind about Lars and Olaf fucking me. I was getting to the point where, if Olaf mounted me first, I might not object. For the first time in my life, I needed a cock rammed up my tight and hot virgin ass!
As I said earlier, I was not out for very long at that point, so I could clearly remember the night when I knew I needed a cock in my mouth and a few dozen loads of cum to drink. Like a lot of working class gays, I started out as "rough trade", letting fags suck me off at glory holes on the highway. I had discovered the Piers in the Village when I began to drive for a company out of a warehouse in that area, and would drop in to get a blow job, and was soon also fucking fag ass. I would cruise around, watching the other tough guys like me looking for a fag to service them, and watching the hot action.
Then came the day when I was cruising a guy and realized he was also looking for a blow job or an ass to fuck, and for the first time, I LOOKED at the man. Then I LOOKED at his hard cock hanging out of his pants. I realized that I was totally turned on by this MAN in a way no woman had ever turned me on. Without thinking, I walked over, and began to jerk him off. I had no intention at that point of doing anything else, but he pushed me to my knees, grabbed my head, and forced his cock into my mouth. I could have fought him off. I'm not a weak man, and I was bigger than him, but I realized that I didn't want to. Five strokes later, and I had my first mouthful of cum, which I swallowed, as the guy called me a "fucking faggot cocksucker" and stalked off. I jerked off and left the Piers.
I stayed away for a month. I fucked a series of increasingly hotter women. I had threesomes with two women. I asked a woman I barely knew to marry me, and she wisely turned me down. Then, one night, I accidentally discovered the number to the Gay Switchboard. I called and talked to some guy for three hours. He sent me to a support group for working class gay guys. It was the next night. After three beers, I went and I felt right at home.
I went back to the Piers that same night, because I HAD to suck more cock that night! I sucked 10 cocks (and fucked 2 asses) before staggering home at dawn.
So I could understand what was happening to me now. Six months after that wild night at the Piers, I had no longer been a desperate cocksucker. I had evolved into a proud gay man who was able to define myself, and I chose to define myself as a top who liked to suck cock at times, but preferred to dominate other masculine men, fucking their mouths and asses. So I knew that after the fever of this affair with the Swedes was over, (and maybe getting fucked by a few more hot, tough guys), getting fucked would just be another option open to me as a gay man who is primarily a top.
But at that moment, ALL I could think of was A LOT of cocks ramming into my ass and filling me with their jizz. And that made me so fucking hot, I almost came!
Olaf got up, and Lars lay down on the bed, handed me the Vaseline, pointing to his hard cock. I realized he wanted me to grease him up, so I did. Then he said: "Ike sit, be on.. in control. less fear, less hurt." As he handed me the poppers and stretched out on the bed, his hands behind his head, he grinned at me encouragingly. Damn, he was GORGEOUS like that! What a man! What a memory!
I straddled him, and I felt Olaf help aim Lars' cockhead towards my now newly stretched ass-cunt. Olaf whispered in my ear "Lars first for Olaf - go slow - no rush - best that way." He supported my body as I inched Lars's cockhead into my ass. It hurt a little, and I took a hit of the poppers. Olaf licked my ears and kissed me as he helped me stay upright as I slowly slid a little more into my stretched ass. I looked down at the glorious specimen stretched below me, patently waiting for my virgin ass. I sighed and slid down another few inches, until a little pain stopped me. The entire process took a lot less time and a lot less pain than I imagined it would. Admittedly, I was stoned and slightly drunk, so time was a bit warped, but mostly it was the excitement of the two men with me.
In perhaps 5 minutes, my ass was on Lars' bush. I tightened my ass muscles, and THAT hurt a little, but Lars gasped at the tightness, which made me smirk at him. I sat that way for a few more minutes, adjusting to the cock in my gut, and then I began to ride up. It was ALMOST painful. Almost. I took two or three hits of the poppers, and all the kisses and strokes from Olaf really helped a lot more. I was beginning to regret that Olaf wasn't from New York. I had never been in love, or even had a boyfriend, but I could see myself really falling for the big, gentle and handsome Swede.
Five minutes later I was slowly riding up and down on Lars, whose eyes were closed as he murmured in Swedish what I was sure was "Damn, so fucking tight. Fuck, he's so fucking tight!" That's what I'd be saying if a virgin was riding my hard dick!
When I was comfortable and loose, I was ready to get fucked for real. For the last few minutes, I had been thinking about position, and I decided that there was no way I was going to let Lars fuck me doggy style the first time, and miss his stunningly beautiful face as he shot his load in my guts for the first time. The main reason I took these men home with me was that, other than their perfect bodies, they were the most handsome men I had ever met. Now that they were screwing me, I wanted to look at their faces as they fucked me.
I climbed off of Lars, and lay down on my back, my legs splayed, waiting for him, taking another hit of the poppers. He put my legs on his muscular shoulders, and slid back into me with no pain at all. He waited a second, pulled out slowly. Then the REAL fucking began! I gasped - not really pain as the shock of the feeling totally possessed by this exceptional specimen of manhood! And the thrust had clipped my prostate PERFECTLY!
So THAT was why men liked getting fucked!
Lars began slowly, but I was soon begging him to go harder and faster. Those must be words he understood, because that's just what he did! He was soon ramming into me. There was an occasional twinge of discomfort, but mostly there was just the overwhelming pleasure of looking at that unbelievably handsome face and incredibly developed body taking me and using me and loving me. Because I could see in his eyes that mixed in with the conquest was a respect and affection. Not to mention the fact that the curve of his cock was such that almost every thrust hit my ass-nut! It was the perfect cock for my ass.
Lars would give me deep, soul wrenching kisses as he jack-rabbitted his rammer into my no- longer virgin man-pussy. The combination of the fast, deep, repeated thrusts and the deep, almost spiritual kisses made my head spin, and I felt my toes curling as an orgasm approached. I realized that I was about to cum from being fucked! My very first time getting fucked, and I was getting a load of jizz pounded out of me. There wasn't enough friction between our bodies for my cock to be stimulated to cumming. The orgasm was coming from inside of me; from the kisses and the ramming of his beautifully curved prick over and over against my prostate.
"I'm gonna fucking cum, Lars. Just from your beautiful fucking!" I shouted. Lars shouted something in Swedish which certainly sounded like "Fuck, you're ass is so tight - I can't hold off - I gotta shoot my fucking load!" I groaned as Olaf's mouth encased my cock, and I instantly flooded his mouth with the biggest load I'd shot since I was a teenager! I felt my ass clamping down over and over on the powerful ram invading my guts, but I realized that Lars had rammed in one last time, and the words flowing from his mouth were either curses or endearments. Or both. I could feel the fire of his boiling load in my bowels. I looked at his strikingly good looking face as it absolutely glowed. It was the face of an angel. A VERY masculine angel.
We lay like that for a long time until his cock got soft and slid out of me. Then Olaf let my still hard cock from his lips, and shared my load with me as Lars lay on the bed, heaving for breath. I felt Olaf greasing up my cock, and to my surprise, he positioned me between Lars' legs while Lars seemed to be off in another world. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I thrust. Lars's eye's opened in surprise, and he made an "OH" sound, but he moved his legs to my shoulders and smiled at me. I was beginning a long, slow fuck when I realized that Olaf was starting to work that tree trunk of a cock into my well fucked ass from behind. There was a moment of pain as he stretched me wider, and then he was all the way in, and stood still. It was my movement that controlled my getting fucked by him at first. I fucked Lars, and each time I pulled out, I rammed Olaf into my guts. I began to enjoy it, but I did want to see handsome Olaf's face as he fucked me.
Great minds must work alike, because a few minutes later, we rearranged ourselves. I was on my back again, and Olaf was screwing me with a passion that had been missing from Lars' fucking. He kissed me; he nibbled on my neck and ears; he whispered to me; he licked my nipples and bit them. The look on his face had almost no sense of conquest; he wasn't possessing me, he was making love to me, and I could tell the difference without any words. This went on for a few minutes, as Lars smoked a cigarette in the chair.
Then Lars said something in Swedish. Olaf changed position slightly, so that he was upright, and no longer hanging over me. Lars straddled me, and sat on my prick again, riding me as he played with his own nipples. Remembering how he had liked my working over his balls, I began to bat them around a little. Lars grinned at me, and I worked his balls harder, pulling them and squeezing them. He moaned a bit from the pain, but he was obviously enjoying it, since his cock was drooling dick-snot. Olaf looked over his shoulder, and seemed surprised, and commented. I distinctly got the impression that Lars "the boss" was telling Olaf to mind his fucking business, and Olaf was having fun teasing him. In fact. Olaf reached around and joined me in working over Lars' nuts. and that proved too much for the hot Norse muscle sailor, and he blew a load all over my hairy chest.
I grabbed his face and forced him to lick it all up, smiling at him as I pulled his face towards mine to share his load with him. Olaf began to make noises that sounded like "Aw, fuck, gonna fucking cum!" and Lars got off of my prick to let us experience our orgasm together. Olaf's dick was too fat to really clip my prostate the way that Lars' did, but it rubbed against it in a different way, and before I knew it, I was very close. I wanted to cum with Olaf, since I really liked him, so I was jerking off. He took over, and his big, work roughened hands on my cock, already sensitive from one load was very fucking hot. He looked into my eyes as he fucked me harder, and I could see the affection he had for me, and I know he could see that I felt the same way about him. His thumb ran over the head of my cock, and with a cry, I shot my load. The spasming of my ass-ring around his massively fat cock was almost painful, but the second one caused him to shout out, and I felt his load in me, too. I wrapped my legs around him, not letting him pull out until he was totally soft and my legs began to cramp.
The three of us shared a cigarette, and then I was able to ascertain that they had the entire day off until 3 PM by using my watch and primitive sign language. Since it was just past midnight, the three of us drifted off to sleep in a pile, Olaf and I hugging, and Lars' spent dick against my well screwed butt.
I was no longer a virgin, and thrilled by the fact... and thrilled by the two studs who had done the "dirty deed" so expertly that as I lay there sandwiched by Swedish meat, I was already thinking about Olaf's next time in my man-pussy. I grinned. I had walked into that park a tough total top. I didn't give a flying fuck that "total top" no longer applied. I was still as tough as they came. I realized that I had yet to fuck the sweet Olaf's hot hairless ass. I grinned. That was also high on my sexual agenda.
And I had these two all to myself for most of the next week or two...
to be continued.....
Copyright 2007, revised 2010 - "Ike"
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