The Tall Ships Part 2
Annual "Fleet Week" here in New York has reminded me of the first similar friendly "invasion" by horny seamen, during the Bicentennial Celebration of July 4, 1976, for a display of "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. 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. ALL of them were in superb condition, and in most were pretty hot looking. A surprising number of them hit town looking for cock, not pussy. These are the continuations of my memories of my encounter in the Rambles with two particular "Tall Ships", and the adventures that followed after Lars and Olaf shared the honor of taking my blue-collar ass cherry, with their expert seduction skills.
My roommate had found a sailor, too: a shy looking black one. Olaf had overheard the sounds of fucking from Johnny's room, which made me happy for my usually very selective totally bottom buddy, another working class man struggling with coming out.
I had fallen asleep entangled in the limbs of the remarkably handsome and virile Swedish sailors who had I had willingly given my ass to for the first time. They were the two most handsome men I had ever encountered, almost identical blonde Viking seamen who towered over my 6 foot tall frame, and had the magnificent bodies of Nordic sex-gods. Their command of English was minimal, to say the least, but we managed to communicate our sexual desires to each others, and I managed to make them aware of my virgin status, and of my eagerness, after their practiced and skilled tag-team seduction had made my ass more than willing, to let them pillage my untried butt. I had not been sorry for my decision.
After careful warming up and coaching, Lars had taken my ass first. His very thin 11" cock was beautifully curved, and had the longest foreskin I have ever seen on a man, before or since. If his cock had not been so thin, I might have been anxious about him deflowering my ass. He loved to have that foreskin chewed on, and he had the strongest tasting head-cheese I have ever encountered. When we were in the 69 position, the curve of his prick made it slide right down my throat until his balls hit my nose, and I taught him to love to have his nuts batted around and pulled on. He was the dominant member of this Viking invasion team, and although he encouraged me to slowly lower myself onto his dick at first to get used to a dick in my virgin ass, once the real fucking started, there was a definite aspect of conquest in his eyes.
Olaf could never have been the first to fuck me, even though I liked him better from almost the beginning. His cut dick was a lovely 9" long - and was also just about 9" in diameter! It wasn't a beer can of a cock - it was a fucking tree trunk! But the reddish-blonde hunk was fun, and supportive and even arranged it so that I surprised Lars by fucking his ass while he was wiped out from fucking me (he made no objection once I started.). He also had a certain extraordinary oral "trick" that he performed....
Soon after we met, both men had made it clear that they intended to spend a lot of their leave time during the following week in my bed and in my ass, and as far as I was concerned, these two almost perfect specimens of masculinity could just move in to my bed and I'd be in fucking heaven! I had just started a two week vacation that night, so I had not trucks to drive. I was just happy that I knew that they were all mine until 3 PM that afternoon, and it was just past midnight when we fell asleep: me hugging Olaf, and Lars' soft dick against my now far from virgin butt.
I woke up about 4 hours later, and Olaf was doing his "oral trick". I was only half hard, but he had my fat 7 1/2" cock in his mouth and was humming. I quickly grew totally hard, moaning because I knew that Olaf could do this for quite awhile, keeping me at the edge of orgasm without giving me enough stimulation to actually shoot a load. He slowly slid one finger into my cum and Vaseline slick ass, and I was aware of the dried cum that had leaked out of my well stretched butt as we slept. The feeling was... well, for the first time in the short period since I had come out as a gay man, I felt like a real fucking slut, and I loved it! I was loving the humming job, but I was also wondering where Lars was, so that I could get a long, thin, curved cock rammed into my ass instead of the big finger that just sat there, barely moving.
I was aware of the shower running next door. I shared an apartment with a guy who I had met at my coming out support group for working class gay men. Johnny was a Sicilian from Brooklyn, and had some extra stigmas to overcome in coming out: he was mainly attracted to black men and Latino studs, and he was a total anal bottom. He only sucked cock and ate ass to warm a guy up to fuck the shit out of him. He loved to get fucked. No, he LIVED to get the shit fucked out of him, but only by the right kind of guy! To be honest, I had never found him to be any good as a cocksucker the couple of times we did a three-way, although he licked butt pretty good, and he knew how to use his talented ass to get a guy off really fast, or to delay a stud for a long time. When Lars, Olaf and I had entered the apartment, he had been making out with a young black American sailor in the living room who seemed sort of shy and reluctant, but Olaf had reported later that he had heard the sounds of fucking coming from Johnny's room.
In the summer, it was our habit, unless a guest objected, to leave the doors of our tiny Manhattan apartment open for ventilation. So my bedroom door was open, as was the bathroom door. Under the sound of the shower, I heard a familiar noise. When I first moved in, Johnny and I had been fuck buddies, and I still threw him a fuck when he was really horny. He wasn't bad looking, and almost 10 years older than me (I like dominating older guys). Even though he only likes to get fucked, he's kind of picky about who he let fuck him, so he has a surprisingly tight ass for a sluttish bottom. When Johnny was really getting a good fucking, he made this strange noise, a sort of snorting and wheezing, with each good, hard in-stroke his partner made. He would also talk, shout, curse... all the regular stuff a stud does at the height of passion. But you knew he was really getting it good when that noise started. And it had been a while since I had heard Johnny make that much of that noise - that black sailor must have been really screwing him royally in the shower.
Suddenly, the noise became muffled by a slurping. I heard Lars say "Ja, you are right, he does have an extremely good and tight ass to screw, Leroy. You are one lucky sailor to find such a great piece of willing and very fuckable man-tail." I had suspected that Lars and Olaf spoke more English than they pretended the night before! Wait until I got my hands on the phony!
I heard a deep voice with the soft accents of the South answer "Yeah, Lars, but the fucker can't suck cock for shit. I mean, I really enjoy fucking that hot little tail of his, but if Johnny expects me to keep getting it up for him over and over like Ive been doing all night, he's gonna have to fucking learn to suck dick better. Besides, I like a good head job once in a while from my bottom boy. I developed a taste in the Navy for fucking white trash, and I don't think ever seen me a better example of white trash bottom boy than Johnny-boy here. Hes one fine, special piece of white ass. I could get real used to screwing this hole regular like."
"Teaching Johnny to be a good dick swallower is all just a matter of training him properly, Leroy. The question is, do you have the time? How much leave do you have this week?"
"Actually, as of today, I am out of the Navy. Eight fucking years at sea was enough for this country boy. I was discharged this morning, and I checked into the Y. Technically, I shouldn't have been wearing the fucking uniform tonight, but hell, I bet this week it's easier for a sailor to get laid than a civilian. So, I can train this pretty ol' white boy all I want. You want me to train you, white trash?"
I heard a plop as Leroy pulled his cock from Johnny's mouth. He grunted as Lars gave a hard ram into his butt, then said "Oh, fuck yeah, Leroy. Train me good."
To my surprise, I heard two rapid slaps. Leroy's voice took on a military harshness "That's Sir, or Master, white boy!" Some more wheezing meant that Lars was still screwing Johnny hard, but the pace was much slower.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Master. Yes, Master, I need to be trained by YOU, Master. Please train me to be your white boy slave." I heard another slap. "Thank you, Master, Sir."
I was shocked - I hadn't realized that SM was Johnny's scene. Then Olaf's humming picked up in intensity, and I stopped thinking about the conversation next door as I grabbed his short reddish-blonde hair and humped his face. Time lost it's meaning as I floated in a world of Olaf's vibrating throat.
When I was next aware of time, about an hour had passed. Lars was sitting in the chair in my room, dried off and with a hard cock, slowly jerking on it as he watched his buddy at work. "Olaf must like you, Ike. He'll do that humming routine a little for a trick, but he only does it for long periods of time for specials studs." Olaf stopped and said something in Swedish. Lars' eyebrow went up. "Fuck, he really IS far gone on you! He wants to do his really special performance on you tomorrow or the next day - I don't remember him doing that for a year or two. I'll get lost for a while when he does that - he likes to be alone with the special stud when he does his specialty act."
"Won't you be jealous?"
"Jealous? Why would I...? Oh! No, Olaf and I arent lovers. Were cousins, actually. Both our fathers are naval officers, and our grandfather is a retired Admiral. The Navy is our family heritage, and so is sex with other men for some of the men in our family, too. Both of our dads have always had male lovers, and after our grandmother died, grandfather publicly moved their very exotic, very handsome and hot, and MUCH younger Balinese houseboy into his bedroom. Im married, and my wife is 8 months pregnant, and Olaf is getting married when we get back to Sweden. Our mothers know the score, my wife knows, and Olafs fiance is very much aware. Actually, they are relieved that we don't have the proverbial "sweetheart in every port" - at least not a female one who could compete with them and the children. And Olaf and I did our dads one better - my wife took a female lover when I was at sea the first time after our wedding, and now she's Olaf`s fiance. So it all works out for the best."
"You know, last night I suspected you two could speak better English! So why doesn't Olaf..?"
"Between us, we speak nine languages, but Olaf s English really is not that good. But then, I can't speak Japanese at all, and his Italian is almost without accent, while I can barely order dinner. Hes not faking, he really does have problems with your language. I must apologize for our little act last night. We learned a long time ago that the "big dumb Swede" routine gets us better results when we want to plow the usually inaccessible ass of a hot top like you."
"You knew I was a top?"
"Ike - most of the gay men in the world know about the American and British code with keys and hankies. And we had a Swedish gay guide we read on the voyage over to prepare us for the gay scene in New York. We knew exactly what we wanted, and where to look for it. After a few drinks in a boring gay bar with not one hot stud in sight, we went to the Rambles, and within fifteen minutes of getting there, we found it - uh, him... I mean, YOU!"
Lars walked over and kissed me. I reached between his legs and began to pull and whack his balls. "Fuck, I love that! Thanks for teaching me that, Ike. If I ever get a lover, I have to teach him to do that."
Olaf asked "Do you like that also, Ike, what you do to my Lars cousin?"
"That should be 'Cousin Lars', and fuck, yeah, I like my balls to be treated roughly. And if memory serves me correctly, so do you. You loved it when I chewed on your bull balls."
"Bull balls?" Lars translated, and Olaf blushed. "Chewing was nice, but we have not tried the other, yet. I can tell Lars is ready for more ass. Is your ass ready?"
"More ass? After you fucked the hell out of Johnny?"
"But my load was yours. I didn't cum in him. I left Leroy to start training him as his slave boy. I have a feeling you're going to see a hell of a lot of Leroy around here. Oh, and he thinks you have a hot ass, too, and puts in a bid to be the third man to screw you."
I laughed. "Sure. Why the hell not? And yes, Olaf, I'm ready for more cock in my ass. What's you plan?"
"Lars will lay on back, and you will lay on his dick, then you and Olaf will get like 69. but work on each other's uh.. `bull balls'". Lars lay down and I straddled him, impaling my ass on his curve, by back towards him. The grease still in my ass was enough, but I needed some poppers to get over the soreness of my recent deflowerment. I lay back and Lars put his hands over my chest, and began to pull on my nipples as hi licked my ears and neck. Olaf took the position he had suggested, and the two of us went to town as I slowly rode Lars' prick. Olaf also enjoyed some ball work, and he was able to work my balls and Lars' nuts at the same time.
Lars began to thrust up into me, and soon I felt his hot load flooding my ass again. This time, he made Olaf eat his load out of my ass, which almost made me loose my load. Almost.
Olaf then looked down at me laying on the bed. "Ike screwed Lars. Now Ike screw Olaf?" I reached for the Vaseline, but he shook his head. "Lars was first in my ass, but I had a boyfriend in school who was almost as big as me, and we always just used spit, so I am used to a dryer screwing, and like it better. Will you eat my ass, then fuck me hard. Ike?"
Will a bear shit in the woods? Olaf had gotten on all fours, his ass towards me, and my face was buried in the almost hairless crack and my tongue dug in before the question was totally finished. Like the rest of him, Olaf's ass was just about ideal. It had enough hair to let you know it was a man's fucking ass, and was muscular and tight and just plain fucking beautiful! If I didn't know this man was returning to a fiancé in Sweden in a few days, I'd be in danger of falling in love with a man for the first time. Hell, I was half way in love with the big Viking already!
Olaf growled in pleasure at my oral love making of his totally manly manhole. I was barely aware of Lars returning to the chair and lighting a cigarette as I rimmed the hell out of the hottest ass I'd ever touched, seen, smelled or tasted. Or fucked. I had to calm down, worried that I was going to cum just from making love to this ass with my mouth. "How do you want to take me, Ike?" growled the lust inflamed Olaf.
It was a stupid question as far as I was concerned - I would always want to fuck with this remarkable pair of studs looking at their almost perfectly handsome faces, and I was going to be making LOVE to Olaf, not just screwing his butt. I knew from my pussy fucking days that I had better staying power when I was on my back and being ridden, so I lay down, and growled back "Ride me, Viking!" Olaf howled as he impaled himself on me to my balls in one stroke, and he was so tight that I almost shot my load right then. I held him still until we both adjusted, because I could feel his ass muscles revolting at the sudden invasion. Soon, he was sliding up and down as we ran our hands over each other's chests. I pulled his head down, and we kissed passionately as he rode my dick, pulling up so that just the tip of my head was in his ass ring, and then ramming down to my balls, over and over.
He obviously loved the rough fuck - he moaned and groaned, and the Swedish flowing from his mouth sounded like the kind of curses I made when I was having a great fuck. His hard prick had precum spurting from it like a geyser each time he rammed down. I wasn't too sure how much longer I could last.
There was a noise at the door, and Lars left the room. I heard whispering. He popped back in, and said "Leroy wanted to know if I could help him in training the Johnny-boy. I think you guys don't need me for a while. Don't worry, Ike. I'll save my loads for you."
I strained to get out "I heard you talking about making him a better dick sucker. If you want to feed him a load to do that, feel free. I always thought he was terrible at that." I groaned at the tightness of Olaf's spasming ass. "We have days of fucking and sucking, and if Leroy want's my ass that much, he can replace you next." I grunted at the feeling on my dick. "I'm turning into such a fucking slut - I barely remember the guy and I'm offering him my butt-pussy!"
Lars winked at me. "Take my word for it, Ike - you will not regret it. The uniform did not do him justice. Ill let him know youre willing later."
After he left, I lost myself in the pleasure of looking at Olaf, who was drifting in a cloud of man-lust and passion as he rode my prick harder and faster. I was clutching my sheets. The combination of the pleasure on my cock and the pleasure of looking at the powerfully built, strikingly good-looking sex-god riding my groin was becoming overwhelming. Ten minutes later, I moaned "Olaf, I can't take it any longer. I'm going to fucking fill your beautiful ass with my cum, lover boy!"
"Yes, Ike! Fill me with your love! I want to feel you shoot your man-seeds in my ass!" A string of Swedish passion words followed. What tipped me over was when he leaned over and gently bit my earlobe. I thrust up with a grunt, and let loose a massive load in his clutching guts. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed deeply and with a lot of real passion, my still hard cock wedged in his spasming ass, although he had not cum. We lay like that for a long time. and I was amazed that I stayed hard and my prick didn't become super sensitive, like it often does after a big load.
"Sit on my face, lover boy, and let me eat my load from your ass, so we can share it."
"YES!" Olaf positioned himself so that his cock and balls was on my eyes, and his ass was over my nose and mouth. I could smell my load, and taste it as it flowed out of his well fucked hole. I licked and slurped, and heard him say "Hello, My name is Olaf." and felt his right hand reach over as that deep voice said "Leroy". A warm mouth and tongue suddenly began to clean my still hard and cum dripping cock as I finished draining Olaf's ass. I slapped his ass, and he moved so that we could kiss, and we shared the load back and forth until it was all gone. I could feel Leroy's mouth move from my cock to Olaf's and back.
When the load was gone, I sat up, and looked at my guest. Lars was right - the uniform had short changed Leroy. He had a baby face that made him look like a kid, but he was beyond doubt all fucking man. First of all, he was the hairiest black man I had ever met. To this day, I haven't met one to come close. The man was a fucking fur ball, and that made me fucking drool. I couldn't see his nipples due to all the tightly curling fur. Then, it was obvious that other than fucking white trash, his ship board hobby had been lifting weights. Leroy was only 5'9", but built like the proverbial brick shit house.
And then there was his manhood. He was longer than Lars by at least an inch and a half, and his perfectly straight dick was about as fat as my cock, making it a pretty awesome tool. No wonder Johnny was falling for this stud. He was uncut, but had a modest foreskin - at least, when he was hard, which he was at the moment. He reached out a hand to shake mine "And you're Ike." He had a killer grip, but it was the natural one of a man who had been hard working since he was a kid, not a dominance thing at all. He reached down and planted a slow, lingering kiss on my lips as his hand brushed my aroused nipples. I found his nipples in his fur, and gave them a hard tweak, which just made him moan, and shove his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues dueled for a few minutes as Olaf lit a cigarette for himself and me, and then I withdrew and leaned against the big Swede, making room for the short black muscle man to sit next to us on the bed.
"I know you're also a top, Ike, but I also know that I wandered in on the right weekend when you're trying out new stuff. Now that I'm out of the Navy, I've decided to train your roommate as my personal boy, but if you and I fuck around, it's always gonna be as equals. We can share Johnny, if you want to, or if I need some help in his training and you're willing. I think you're pretty fucking hot, but I don't want to top you, or let you top me. Not permanently, at least. I DO want to bang that pretty damned white ass while it's still more or less cherry, but I want to feel that nice cock of yours up my tight butt, which also doesn't get much incoming traffic. You're that rare kind of stud I'm willing to let in there once in a while. Of course - it you've had Olaf's monster banging your butt, it might be too fucking loose by now..." we all laughed at that.
"You're just in time to watch Olaf screw me, Leroy. And you've got a pretty potent rammer yourself, so it might be YOU who ruins my ass for other men after you take sloppy seconds off Olaf!" My big Swedish buddy beamed at the idea of fucking me right then, and I pushed him on his back, and greased him up good. After a quick hit of poppers, I slowly slid down his fat monster dick. He fit in perfectly, with no pain at all, and I began to ride him. We kissed, while licking and playing with each others bodies. Leroy stood up and slowly jerked on his big horse prick as he watched the live porn show.
I reached over to Leroy and pulled him to me, beginning to suck his cock from the side. He climbed on the bed, so he could fuck my face, and he was delighted that I could take him all the way without gagging. I tapped his hands to let him know to slow down if he wanted to last long enough for my ass, and he moved into a long, slow fuck of my throat as I rode Olaf and ran one hand over Olaf's perfect body, and one over Leroy's. I was quite a happy man - a hot and fat cock in my horny ass, and a longer, thinner one in my throat getting ready to replace the big bone in my ass after it spewed it's load into my guts.
Olaf was playing with Leroy's hairy ass. and rammed a few fingers in after wetting them. That got Olaf all hot, and he began to thrust up into me. He pulled Leroy out of my sucking throat, and began to rim Leroy, who was groaning "Oh, fuck yeah, blondie, eat that hairy fucking black ass!" over and over. Olaf was really fucking the hell out of me now. It wasn't the gentle love making from earlier - this was pure lust... and I liked it just as much.
His cock was too fat to prod my ass-nut, but it sure was making me leak precum, and I could hear Olaf moaning and breathing really heavy. He grabbed my hips and held me up, and rammed up into me over and over. He had stopped rimming Leroy because his head was thrashing on the bed as he groaned in Swedish. Leroy got off the bed to watch. I leaned down and kissed the hell out of him, pinching and rubbing his beautiful body as he thrashed under me. He yelled out what I guess was "Aw, fuck, I'm fucking cumming" and pulled my ass down onto his groin as he flooded my guts with scalding hot jism.
We French-kissed while he grew soft and plopped out of my well screwed ass. I collapsed for a few minutes as I caught my breath, then grinned at Leroy, and said "Well, my man, I guess it's your turn. How do you want my ass?" I thought Leroy was pretty fucking hot, but not in the class with Lars and Olaf that made me obsessed with looking at them while we fucked, so I was willing to try a different position.
"Doggy style is my favorite, Ike, if you don't mind."
"Well, I'm kind of partial to it myself as a top, Leroy - but it's my first time taking it that way, so it should be interesting with that long donkey dong of yours." I got on all fours. It was obvious from the man-juice leaking down my leg that I probably didn't need any grease, and I took a hit of poppers just as Leroy lined the fat head of his dick against my well-stretched ass-pussy. As I closed the bottle, his hips thrust, and I gave a howl, more of surprise than pain as that big dong rammed most of the way into my guts. There was a little pain - but much more pleasure as Leroy held my hips and started to give me a real hard pounding. His long cock was hitting parts inside of me previously unexplored, and that was what had caused the initial shock of pain, but it was also just the right width to clip my prostate ever third or forth hard thrust. I found myself grunting with each thrust, a sort of mixture of piggy pleasure and slight discomfort, and soon the grunting was turning me on.
I think it was turning my partners on. too. I watched Olaf's flaccid monster begin to raise, and the more I grunted, the harder Leroy fucked. If I wanted him to slow down, I shut up, and he was more gentle. But I soon discovered that I liked it when he drove that long, straight dark dork deep and hard into my roiling guts, and was soon demanding that he fuck me harder and harder. Yes, I now truly understood the bottoms I had been fucking since I started screwing guys. I forgot that as a body builder, Leroy was a remarkably strong man. He fucked me as hard as I demanded, but finally, my arms collapsed from the strength of his thrusts and I fell on the bed. His cock plopping from my ass.
I quickly grabbed some pillows and put them under my hips, to raise my ass up for Leroy, and without a word, he rammed back into my hole. He licked my ear as he banged into my butt. He whispered, "Damn, I knew you were a real fucking man, that you could really take a good hard fucking! I can't wait for later, when you treat me the same fucking way, buddy boy! Damn, I can almost feel your cock up my butt already, fucking me like a man fucks another man!"
I raised my hips up to meet each thrust. At this angle, each of his mighty lunges into my body clipped my ass-nut perfectly! "Shit, Leroy! You keep hitting my ass-spot with that big old donkey dick of yours. You're gonna fuck a load out of me yet, you hot mother fucker! Fuck my man ass, stud. Show me what you're made of. Make me shoot a load from just your beautiful fucking cock ramming in my ass. Go for it, man!"
"I am so fucking close, Ike. You're ass is still so fucking tight! I ain't fucked such a tight ass since some virgin I busted back in basic! Most of my fuck buddies on ship have been taking it up the ass so much, you can sail the USS Constitution through them and not touch the fucking sides! Oh, fuck, am I glad I liked the look of Johnny-boy in the bar, and saw he desperately needed the hand of a strong black man to put him in his place, `cause I found a great, hot, manly fuck buddy like you at the same time as I found my perfect dream Boy!"
I realized that with Lars, the game was conquest and domination; with Olaf it was affection and fun, and with Leroy, it was a whole new game - the meeting of two men who were equals and who wanted to bring out the best of each other as masculine men without any role playing: equals with no expectations. With Leroy, I actually had a new friend. Better than that, a "friend with benefits."
"Here it comes!" we shouted together. My load came first, spewing on my pillow cases, the smell so sexy and hot. My ass spasmed, and I could feel every inch of Leroy's big rammer as it buried to the hilt in me, pulsing. He howled a second later, and then he flooded me with a load, falling on my back, panting. Even soft, he was so big he stayed in me, and I decided that one night I was going to fall asleep with his drained dick in my freshly screwed butt. But right now, with all the ramming that had taken place in my ass in the last few hours, I need to take a mean crap, so I reluctantly pulled away from him. Soft, he was almost the same length as hard, with just a little more foreskin.
After I got out to the toilet, Olaf eagerly asked "Olaf fuck Leroy's pretty ass now?"
"You fuck me? Hell, no! Maybe after my buddy Ike has had a chance to really stretch me, I might consider it - MIGHT, I said, Lars tells me you guys will be around a lot over the next two weeks, so there is a small chance that I might let you, eventually. MIGHT! But right now - no way is THAT fat monster going into my tight asshole, blondie." I was listening to the conversation as a load of cum and grease, and some shit that had been rammed deep into me came plopping out of my now tender hole. I cleaned myself well, using an enema bag that belonged to Johnny to make sure I was totally clean, and when I returned to the room, the guys were kissing, so I guess there were no hard feelings.
I was hungry, and suggested a kitchen raid, which reminded Leroy that his "white boy" was still under the tutelage of Lars. We discovered Johnny handcuffed to the legs of our kitchen table, face up and head hanging off the edge. Until that moment, I had had no idea that my fairly quiet and shy roommate owned two or more pairs of handcuffs. Between his outstretched legs on the table were some more "toys" I didn't know he owned, including a number of butt plugs, a very large dildo, a dick shaped vibrator, and a ping pong paddle which I couldn`t figure out. There was a rubber ball with some strings hanging from it that I would learn was called a ball gag. A fairly large dildo was rammed in his ass. Lars was slowly fucking Johnny's throat, and encouraging him gently. Johnny writhed in pleasure at the treatment. I decided that from then on, I was eating with a table cloth!
Lars saw us, and pulled out. Leroy knelt and kissed Johnny. "Are you being a good piece of white trash, asshole?"
"I hope so, Master. I only gagged twice on Mister Lars' cock, so he only had to paddle me twice." I noticed how pink Johnny's buns were. Things were going to be VERY interesting around here for the next few weeks, I decided. I just remembered that John, a construction worker, had finished his latest job the previous Friday, and had announced his intention of taking a vacation of about a month until going to the Union Hall for a new jobsite.
"Let's see how you handle a fatter cock, white boy." Leroy waved a still randy Olaf over. Johnny's eyes got round when he saw that monster cock, but he obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue in invitation. Olaf began to slide his big cock in slowly, but Lars pushed him from behind, and soon Johnny was gagging on Olaf.
"You fucking piece of white trash shit! You're embarrassing me!" Leroy`s deep, masculine voice snapped at Johnny. He pulled Olaf away, and then I saw the purpose of the rubber ball, and the ping pong paddle, as Johnny was gagged, and then given ten hard whacks with the paddle as punishment.
I winced at each blow, but when the ball was removed, Johnny sobbed out "Oh, Sir! Thank you for correcting me, Master!" It occurred to me that Johnny wouldn't own this stuff if he wasn't into this rough treatment. Olaf returned, and began to slowly fuck Johnny's face. From the look on both their faces, I could tell that Johnny's oral skills were improved, and that Olaf was enjoying the blow job, being the center of the attention, and the bondage scene in general. To be honest, I was getting turned on by the scene, myself.
Olaf was letting Johnny do most of the work once his fat cock was most of the way into his mouth, and he turned to Leroy and said "Can Johnny white trash boy get on his knees to suck Olaf?"
Johnny was uncuffed, and his hands cuffed behind his neck once he was on the floor and sucking Olaf like a pro. Leroy began to pull and pinch Johnny's nipples. I only owned one sex toy other than some cock rings/ball spreaders - a set of nipple clamps that a former trick had given me as a gift. I returned to my room and handed them to Leroy, who clipped them on Johnny, whose hard cock spurt out a big dollop of precum onto Olaf's bare toes a soon as the clips were on. Leroy gave Johnny a good hit of poppers as a reward for his taking Olaf all the way to his balls and holding him there for over 10 seconds before slowly moving back.
Lars moved up behind me, and his hard, wet cock poked me in the back. "Can I, while we watch?"
"I just cleaned it out, so you`ll need to lube it up." He positioned a kitchen chair so that I could lean over, and then he got lube and poppers from my room, greased up his dick, handed me the poppers and very slowly entered me. When he was all the way in, he stopped, his head on my shoulder as we watched Johnny gag on Olaf's monster dong again. Again the gag went in his mouth, and this time Leroy made gave him 20 whacks while on his knees. Lars fucked me really hard, in time to the beating, which just made it all the hotter for me. His hard body hit my ass-buns like a hard slap each time the paddle hit Johnny's butt. I watched Olaf, who was practically drooling as he watched the beating. Leroy's face, on the other hand, looked almost sad.
After thanking his Master for his discipline, Johnny eagerly went back to sucking Olaf, who now held the slave boy's head and began to slowly fuck it. Now Lars imitated that movement in my ass. Leroy was watching us, and winked at me. I decided to take Lars for a ride. and clamped down on his long, thin dick with all the power I could muster in my ass muscles. He gasped as he felt my ass-pussy milking his prick. I began to tighten and loosen the muscles in response to his beat, and a string of what must have been Swedish curses flowed into my ear.
Lars lost control, no loner fucking me at the same rhythm as Olaf's face fucking of Johnny, which had speed up also. He was ramming into me, and I was taking it, and tightening myself to hold him in as he pulled out. The devil got into me, and I whispered to him. "Is that the best you can do, sailor boy?" Leroy saw the chair sliding as Lars responded with the hardest fucking I had gotten so far, and came over, pushing against it so I wouldn't fall. He gave me a hit of poppers, and then a deep kiss. I was beginning to wonder if I had gone too far with Lars when I felt his load flooding my guts as he gasped, almost sobbing.
"Come on, big guy, keep going!" I yelled to tease him, getting back at his `conquest'. I felt his cock shrink in my ass as he sobbed. Before he could respond, I had him leaning against the chair back, spit on my hand to wet my dick, and rammed into him. The Swedish he yelled could only have meant "Yes, you win!" because he arched his back and rammed his man-pussy back at me as he kissed Leroy.
"Give me your load, Ike. Fill me up." Lars whispered to me. His recent hard fucking had me close.
I put my head on his shoulder as I fucked him hard, and said "Look at Olaf go!" Olaf was ramming into Johnny's throat, and my roommate the bad cocksucker was taking it like he was born to deep throat massive cocks. Leroy turned around to watch his "boy's" performance as Olaf grunted, pulled back so that only half his cock was in John's mouth, and fed him what appeared to be a pretty big load, since some leaked out of the sides of his lips.
That did it for me, and with a roar, I dumped my load in Lars's ass, who surprised me by shooting another, smaller load on the chair. Johnny responded by shooting a load on the kitchen floor. Leroy walked over, rammed his cock deep into his slave-boy's throat, and after a half dozen strokes, rewarded him with his Master's hot load.
I thought to myself "Man, I was going to have to really sanitize this kitchen! - Wait, I have a fucking "slave boy" for a roommate - I'll get Leroy to order Johnny to do it!"
As we had that midnight snack, we discovered that Leroy had come to New York when discharged from the Navy because he had been accepted to NYU in the fall on the GI bill. He was going to start looking for a place to live until the dorms opened, since the YMCA was too expensive. I saw the lovesick look on Johnny's face, and I felt pity for the poor bastard.
"Hey, Leroy. If you're serious about training my asshole of a roommate as your slave-boy, why don't just you move in with him? We seem to get along pretty good, and splitting the cost three ways would help us all save for more fun things, like... oh, more sex toys?"
We all cracked up, and Johnny came over and kissed me, whispering "Thank you, Ike. I couldn't have invited him myself."
"I know. That's why I did it, you dump asswipe!" I kissed him back as I swatted his ass. It was not the first time I had ever kissed John. We had been fuck buddies when I first moved in with him, but we were now infrequent sex partners. We were buddies who had met at the support group for blue collar gay men which had helped me come out. It was harder for John to come out, being a working-class white guy who craved domination by black men. One of the reasons we had been successful as roommates up until now was that we had no real interest in each other, and rarely found each other's tricks attractive. I was pretty relaxed about who I had sex with, as long as he was masculine, while John had an image in his head of the perfect stud, and rarely settled for anyone who wasn't even close. I always felt a little sorry for him, and I liked him.
It was now past dawn, and we retreated to our beds. This time, I lay down with my arm over Lars, and my cock almost in his ass, which had my last load leaking out of it, and Olaf lay with his arm over me, protective. The last thing he did before we drifted off to sleep was hum in my ear, and then say "Tomorrow, or day after, just you and me and the humming, Ike."
I got hard as I heard that, and it took me a LONG time to get soft and fall asleep.
to be continued.....
Copyright 2007, revised 2010 - "Ike" -
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