Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional events. It contains sexual acts involving males of high school age as well as older males. There are scenes of involuntary humiliation and punishment, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. Now kid! You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy it to your heart's content. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.
(NOTE: This story continues the "prequel" series begun with Chapter 110. Although this series is a stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. The characters in this prequel, especially the bodybuilder Bo Harrison and the cop Jim Larson will make more sense.)
Chapter One Seventeen
Tuesday Jul 2
"You know yesterday was a one-shot deal right?" Tony waited until his wife had left so he and his son Rich could have a long overdue man-to-man, and settle all of this once and for all. The naked work-outs and worse! in their garage were over! "I mean it Rich! One time deal and it ain't ever EVER happening ever again, got me?"
"Yeah I hear ya dad. Loud and very clear..." he had already finished his eggs and cereal and was stuffling dishes into the dishwasher "but..."
"No buts Rich I mean it" his dad was already in uniform and getting ready to leave.
"I talked to John and Joel..."
"And? What about those two? You assured me they could be trusted. I mean John I think we got an understanding with him, but that Joel friend of yours..."
"Well..." Rich was wishing there was an easy way to do this "remember dad, it's not like they got dads who are willing to work out with them!"
"Yean well then they can go to the Y like..." but he realized what a bad suggestion that was. He could only imagine the trouble that Merklins kid could get into there, or worse, stir up. Any kid so eager to get others into such sexually compromising positions was a loose cannon, no two ways about it. And the give-away eagerness and experienced skill when he swallowed Tony's dick...
"And you like John right? And John is so pumped y'know, telling me how he looks up to you, how you can show him different exercises and stuff... how he can trust you, how John for one is really into working out" was that a veiled referenced to Tony's stupid bargain with John?
"I can see that just by looking at both of their tight little toned ripped bodies" he laughed, remembering Joel's round gut, especially looking down at him when he was... yeah his dad remembered "especially your friend Joel" pausing to sit across the table "is he your friend? I mean a good friend?"
"We're all friends okay? Just because I'm still JV and they're Varsity and..."
"They don't pick on you or..."
"Y'mean bully me or..." he looked at his dad "because of my stuff? What I'm into?"
"You really y'know..."
"More or less maybe sometimes... I dunno I guess..."
"Something I did?"
"What a dopey question is that dad! Geez!" Rich needed to get ready for his part-time summer job in an hour "but seriously dad, the guys and I were talking about working out with you tonight okay?"
"Work out?" raising his eyebrow "you listening to me? I thought I just said no more – "
"Hell no! Not the outa control stuff I mean a regular normal workout."
"Work out?"
"Yeah dad" finger quotes "Work Out."
"If your mom's home no way..."
"On a Monday, what are the chances she's not away on business til Wednesday?"
"You know we agreed it's not a good idea any of that ever EVER happens again..." getting ready to leave "right?"
"It would be better if I didn't have to say shoe about this, dad."
"C'mon Rich! Don't you have enough to hang me with already? All of you now?"
"All the more reason dad... I'm just saying" sending him off to work like that. Let him chew on that all day, Rich thought. Damn, I'm getting more and more like Joel every day. And then it hit him. Joel really was a total and complete dickhound. Like Rich would ever pick up on Joel hitting on guys at school! Like that would ever happen. Then again he himself would not either. And it wasn't like he and John were joined at the hip or anything. Good buds, yeah, but hardly... inseparable? He wondered if it was his fault. I mean, like did I ever invite him for a sleepover? To do stuff that would involve long periods together naked and... Hell no, he thought, John would think that is so grade-school, so lame punk shit. Camping? Yeah, they could do that. But it wasn't like they were sneaking off every chance they had to exchange blowjobs. Not that they weren't horny. Not just in that way, Rich guessed. What way was it then? Not like he could sit him down and say: so John, are we sex buddies or ain't we? Hmm, he could not envision that scenario. Or could he? Suddenly his dads "five questions" came into focus. Yeah, like truth or dare. John wants a repeat tonight? Fine, it's gonna cost him, Rich thought. But all of this was little or nothing compared with his number one sex fantasy, that Larry cop, who was willing to do anything with a young kid like him. Wow, now that was serious boner material. And sorry John but you can't even compare with him, Rich smiled. And yet sometimes Rich got confused about his widely varied attractions. Was his dad hot because he was a cop? Or because he was this perfect muscle head. Well Larry was not ripped by any means. So was Larry hot because he worked with dad? Was dad in part hot because there might be shit between Larry and his dad? Hell, Larry, his dad, that Jim guy friend of his dad's, even that big mack-truck of a guy, Steve! Like a big hairy John but older! And sucking off John was totally boner material, he had to admit. But seeing those guys, those COPS! on Wednesday -- when Rich walked into that, man! did his life take a turn into some kind of triple-x twilight zone! But a triple-x twilight zone in totally good way! Maybe that was it. He and John, even Joel for that matter, if they were older... if they were COPS! All of them cops working out and wow! Yeah, Rich had issues, he knew it.
So he called John,
"So did he buy it?" John was all ears.
"Y'mean the part you just 'accidentally' showing up when you did? Yeah, I think so."
"He doesn't suspect? I mean I thought for sure Joel would fuck it up several times."
"Yeah me too..."
"So about tonight...he gonna do it?"
"Yeah, sixty per cent sure, so far."
"I thought you had him over the barrel" John's voice was getting excited "y'know all that 'shoe' shit."
"Kinda lame huh?"
"Lame."
"Yeah kinda..." Rich stalled "I'm thinking you and Joel be here by five – "
"Make it six. My parents are still making plans for the holiday. By the way what are you doing for Thursday?"
"Dad's probably working, as for mom, who knows with her. Bro's gonna be out of town with his friends somewhere."
"Sucks to be you."
"Sucks to be me."
"Y'wanna do stuff with me? Like cook-out, or..."
"Sure, you bet" Rich almost said: anything.
"Cool" Rich heard voices behind John "gotta go. Six okay?"
"Six" and hung up.
Rich and the family were finishing dinner when Joel and John showed up. At the front door this time. By the time the friends were introduced around, his brother had made noises to leave and his mom was already finishing up and heading out to the office yet again. Last minute stuff to finish before her early flight in the morning, it turned out. Rich felt like an orphan sometimes. But then realized how claustrophic and frustrating it would be otherwise. Things were fine as is.
"So where are you boys going tonight? Movies?" Tony asked, getting ready to enjoy a quiet evening in front of ESPN. Like he didn't know.
"You promised me you were going to show us new stuff tonight remember?" Rich cut to the chase. Remember? his eyebrows lifted.
"I did? When did I do that?" Tony was not only not buying it, he was not going to let it happen. Not tonight not ever.
"This morning at breakfast. Remember you said something like, better to have me where you could keep an eye on me, instead of running all over the place, getting into who knows what kind of trouble?" fishy enough to stink. Especially having both of the friends just "accidentally" showing up at suppertime.
"Damn..." like he was worried about swearing in front of the guys "that sure doesn't sound like me." not a bit, son!
"I remember you sayin something last night about – " John decided to tag team Rich.
"C'mon Mister N" Joel chimed in "you know if you had a dad like you, you would be nagging at him all the time to be riding your ass – I mean – "
"I know what you mean Joel, and... well... yeah but..."
"But what Mister N?" John had the most to gain or lose tonight, or so he thought "I mean Tony. What do I gotta do convince you – "
"Nothing okay?"
"You got yourself your own rabid fan club here Mister Norton" Joel cranked up the charm "you're like everyone's idea of the perfect coach, the perfect trainer!"
"It's not like I can afford to get outa shape!"
"And working outside all day for me is not exercise. It's more like just standing under the hot sun getting a belly!" Joel pulled up his shirt, showing his hairy stomach "who wants that? You are like the king of muscle gurus right here."
"I guess you're right in a way" he knew Joel had a minor point. And the way John was looking at him and yeah, Tony remembered making that devil's bargain with him the night before, a desperate gamble at that critical moment he needed to get the dirt on that Joel kid. But boy did that kind of backfire and boy, was it now costing him. So Tony hemmed and hesitated weighing the odds of letting these guys anywhere near his garage again. Especially that loose cannon Joel who was not shy about wanting him in the most obscene manner. When it started to rain outside it almost made the decision for all of them. And there were something in the air of late, besides the oppressive weather, there was a strange new sensation on the wind. Like suddenly everyone – even his too-straight-to-imagine friends were getting into shit he never dreamed possible a month ago. And now here's his son and his friends going down that same road? Almost better to have them work all of their teen issues out here in a relatively safe, relatively supervised out of the way place, rather than god knows where? The Y? He had a hunch why Jim avoided that place and maybe it was a good idea to keep these kids away from adults who might take advantage of what Tony had going on right under his nose. And he hated to admit it, but he had a sweet deal here. Not only his son, but now two of his friends hanging on his every word. And yeah, one hanging on his dick. There was that "so okay guys just so we're clear he, IF only if you promise me PROMISE ME no more shit like yesterday and I'll join you in five minutes."
"Sweet!" and they tumbled out to the garage, barely containing their excitement.
Tony was a bit surprised and yet relieved to join them in the garage and find them still in their street clothes.
"Hey didn't you guys change?"
"What's the dress code dad?"
"Rich!"
"Simple dad" Rich looked at the group "do we start out in our gym clothes and pretend we ain't gonna end up in our birthday suits sooner or later – "
"Look guys! Hold on a second here!" Tony let out a loud high whistle "I hope Rich explained to you all – I thought I made clear what happened last night was a mistake, an accident, nothing like that ain't ever happening again!"
"Unless there are penalties, right dad?"
"And this whole penalties thing was a bad idea okay?"
"I think it's brilliant" and that was John, not Joel. For a change Joel with his mouth shut, and keeping to the background, just looking around the garage trying to make sense of it.
"Like Rich should have reminded you, last night will not WILL NOT be repeated. You guys are smart enough to know I could get into so much trouble – hell I could lose my job! – and prison y'hear me? PRISON even if the least little bit of that ever – "
"So it won't" Joel finally spoke "we swear to that right?" holding out his hand "swear?" and they all joined fists "swear!"
"Okay that makes me feel slightly just slightly better guys."
"It's all about making you feel better dad – "
"Ditto that!" from Joel.
"Ok, time to be serious here. I need to hear it with my own ears and I need to be convinced all of you really okay with what went down yesterday?"
"As brief as it was, yeah" from John again. Wow, Rich thought, what's up with him today? He all jacked on what?
"Which is why we should do something different tonight" Rich had to notice John trying to egg him on "and this is what we came up with. We still gonna do regular workouts and real exercises and everything like we came here for..."
"But...?" Tony looked around the room.
"But we also gotta stop pretending we all ain't gonna be evading, gonna ignore also the... other stuff... y'know, the sex stuff."
"Guys guys GUYS!" Tony holding his hands up "I know you're teenagers, and teenagers have sex on the brain like all the time okay?"
"You don't?"
"But guys c'mon" dodging the question "this is not a whorehouse, it's my garage okay?"
"Our garage" Rich chimed in "our workout space."
"Our workout space" Tony corrected himself "so, we gotta behave like adults here, you ain't kids you know we gotta keep some semblance of decency here. We gotta keep up the regular workouts" looking at John and Joel, specifically their bellies "because some guys need to get themselves in shape fast what with football season coming up fast. So c'mon guys at least we gotta go through the motions of keeping something resembling real workouts around here, anything approaching..."
"While you're thinking of the right word" there was John again "what Rich was saying is: here's the plan. Our new plan. Now that we got four guys here tonight, by the time everyone goes through their turns with each one getting two maybe three penalties, it's be hell! nine o'clock before we're down to our skivvies!"
"And eleven before the dicks are out!"
"C'mon it's that kind of talk – I mean we can't be – I mean I know you guys really aren't all screwy about the – "
"I don't know how..." John nodded at the room "those other times worked but – "
"What other times?" Joel was all ears.
"Never mind Joel!" Tony silenced that.
"But how we're doing this is like this. Each guy gets one half hour. That's two hours tops okay?"
"Half hour for what?"
"To set the pace call the shots y'know set the agenda okay?"
"Wait wait wait, NO WAY I'm agreeing to anything like that."
"And just so you don't think it's all this bogus set-up, you" pointing at his dad "always will get the first half hour okay?"
"Still sounds like this is not – " Tony heard that word "always" and knew this was threatening to be a regular thing if he didn't get a handle on it, if he didn't get control of this situation fast.
"And if anybody suggests something really like bad, y'know blatantly nasty" looking at Joel.
"Who me?"
"Then two other guys can veto any suggestion" Rich looked at this dad "that's how we decided."
"Don't I get to put in a word about this?"
"Of course dad."
"I think for one I really REALLY need to be here just to keep tighter reins on things for starters, so nothing even remotely like yesterday goes down again, we clear guys?"
"Then you just veto any of the nasty-kinky suggestions."
"And somebody seconds it."
"See dad?" Rich looked at him "nothing you can't keep the reins on, got it? You can chaperone us and keep us out of trouble."
"I dunno..." he looked around the room "I wanna veto even this right here."
"Guys?" looking around the room "a second?"
"C'mon guys! Rich!" he stared at his son.
"Looks like no takers this time dad" looking at him "so first half-hour's yours. What's your decision?" and that is how the whole thing started.
Tony had them changed and into regular gym wear in ten seconds flat. Watching them compete with each other to see how fast they could comply with his barked orders brought a certain new thrill to Tony, something he was starting to enjoy. He wanted them doing stretching exercises; they started their stretching exercises. Tony ordered aerobics (fully clothed jump-rope was much easier on the balls, they noticed), and they did fully dressed aerobics, then chest, legs and the last twenty minutes on arms. The guys discovered quickly that without the "penalty" times to cool down and recover, a half-hour of unrelenting workout was thirty degrees of hell. So it was a tired group that yelled "break" after Tony's half-hour. While Rich sent his dad to the kitchen for more drinks, the three had a quick powwow to decide the order. Joel of course brought his wicked pack of cards so after cutting them, Rich had an eight, John a seven and lucky sweaty tired Joel a four.
"Okay so who's half-hour now?" Tony returned with the drinks looking around the room. And yeah, there was always that concern lurking in the foreground, Tony entertaining the remote possibility he might be on some slippery slope now. But he was the adult and had veto power, so he felt it his responsibility to hold the reins tight on this crew.
"Mine" Rich took a swig "then John, last Joel."
"If we last that long" he grumbled.
"Who decides?"
"Dad, you always get the first half-hour" Rich was pouring sweat and gulping water "then we make something up. Today it was cards, tomorrow might be – "
"Wait wait wait!" Tony held up his hands "we can't keep this up every night, okay?"
"We'll see okay" Rich tossed his drink "but enough jawing my time is burning. Okay guys dress code. Jocks!" deciding it was time to put his dad on notice, let him know all the half-measures and pussy-footing around the big "unspeakable" were at an end "except you. These shoelaces did – "
"No wait! Veto!" Tony panicked, looking around the room "guys!"
"Anybody?" Rich knew the only one might be John but he was silent. They all just shrugged and started peeling off their hot sweaty clothes listening to the sudden loudness of the rain, the growing mugginess in the garage, and then finally after much arguing and threatening and subtle and more overt reminders of what they all had over each other, Tony compromised and stood there half-naked, but in his jockstrap like all the other guys.
"C'mon Mister N, Tony" John no longer cared about the other guys seeing him boning watching the show of Tony stripping and flashing muscle flesh "lose the jock. You know you sure as hell got the body – damn and yeah the equipment for it!"
"And it's not like you're this big muscle head who damaged his junk with steroids or shit" Joel added "you know how good you look."
"Y'know for a bunch of straight football jocks..." he looked at his son "Rich?"
"Sooner or later those shoe... laces..." Rich and his dad both heard the emphasized word.
"Rich!" Tony tried to convince himself they had been sports up to this time, more than willing to be put through the meat grinder for the last half hour. And maybe they were serious about getting in shape with the football season looming on the horizon. And if they acted so serious about training maybe just maybe... no, Tony was thinking with his dick again! "c'mon Rich we talked about this and we agreed – "
"I agreed? Really when?"
"Rich there's no way we're gonna repeat last night!"
"Show of hands!" Rich looked at his jock friends "who wants dad here naked and tied like last night?" and there it was. With John's hand first in the air "looks like you been outvoted dad. Remember it's all about those shoe... laces dad..." and there was that emphasized word again, and again the standoff, son versus dad. Tony looked around the room knowing his son was holding most if not all the cards now.
"Guys guys GUYS y'know no way I can agree to this!"
"Mister N – Tony..." John came over to him "we both know you cannot NOT agree" daring to call his bluff "seems t'me you ain't got any alternative here. You're already in it up to your eyeballs" looking around the room "ALL of us are in too deep to turn back now. We trust you not t'get our butts thrown off the team for what's gone down already. Time you start trusting us not to rat your straight ass out as well. Okay? Okay?"
Tony nailed his son in the headlights "if if IF I even think about agreeing to – "
"We are trusting you Mister N – Tony and now you better be trusting us!"
"You think any of this CAN leave this room dad?"
"If if anything ANY of this gets out YOU are gonna be the first to go down, we clear?"
"Do it dad... it's about the shoes" and all the last shreds of resistance went out of him. His shoulders sagged as he shrugged and before he came to his senses he dropped the jock. When he stood there in the center of his own garage, the only one naked, three sets of eyes roamed all over his muscled body and exposed cock, so quiet he could hear four loud heartbeats even louder than the rain beating on the roof, drumbeats echoing around the stifling garage. Before Rich did it for him – or worse Joel! – he yanked the laces from his shoes "yeah good idea dad. Okay guys, we gotta decide who ties up dad's stuff for him."
"No way! Veto veto!" again no takers "no c'mon guys this is never ever gonna work if nobody seconds the veto."
"Maybe noboby wants to second it" from Joel on cue "nobody thinks it's a bad idea... Tony the Bone."
"So here's the deal" Rich loved to strut his body in front of his dad, the exhibitionist gene was strong in young Norton. And more so he loved strutting his dad's body in front of his friends, the ultimate bargaining chip he was coming to realize "whoever does the best in the next round gets the honor, okay?" seeing his dad's face "except for you of course."
"Veto veto" but it was shoved in his face his well designed plans were going down in flames, any semblance of keeping order was so much dust specks swirling around his shaved pubes. He should have had the smarts to know it would always be three against one, but now it was too late. He walked right into their bear-trap with nobody but his own dumb-ass self to blame. But deep down inside there was this growing fascination with having not just his son but all three really getting worked up over all this crazy over-the-top blatant rated-x hero worship. Hell, what guy wouldn't want to be the center of that kind of attention? At least that is how he was rationalizing it. And if it had a blatant kinky element to it, then Tony would have to just fucking deal with it. It wasn't like the three high school jocks were doing this to humiliate him or treat him like their despised punching bag. He had to sit down fast as that thought of being their subjugated flunkee sex slave went straight to his groin.
Rich announced they would do leg exercises now, everyone stepping on and off some cinderblocks while hefting two dumbbells to make it rougher. After each twenty step-ups the weight increased. Joel was panting and sweating like crazy after the third group, his wide shoulders and serious biceps handling the dumbbells but his thick round frame only so much dead weight. Of course his dad did the best, then John surprisingly, then Rich. Of course John was practically toppling over with the effect to best Rich!
"Well my man, the honor's yours" unlacing one of his shoes.
"No c'mon guys, you got me naked already, even that's more than I should have agreed to tonight" Tony knew it was token futility, and after several cries for vetoes he was forced to stand with his arms behind his back, slight help from Joel with that part, while John crouched down and loosely tugged down those low hangers, taking a long leisurely time running his damp fingers all over that exposed flesh, yanking and tying those full balls with a novel twist, each ball tied separate and sideways. When it came time for that long olive dick on him, John got all creative and requested a second lace. And y'better hurry, he yelled at Rich, this plane's ready to take off, batting that long cock back and forth in a half-assed effort to keep it from swelling any faster. With that other lace he wrapped not only the base of that thickening cock but with a certain wicked sadism taking his cue from Rich the night before, several times around the neck, right behind the crown, making the bright red head swell like a balloon. He left one end of the lace hanging a good half-foot from the tight noose behind the crown. But before Tony could react he shoved the other plastic end deep inside the splayed piss-slit!
"No!" Tony tried to yank it out fast.
"It stays or there's worse" John pulled his hand away.
"Man, that's wicked, how did you know how to do that?"
"Dunno, I just make this stuff up!"
"C'mon guys this really hurts!"
"Only if you tug at it Mister N Tony, so don't wank your cock" John smiled "and since you're here to work out and not get into sex shit, should be no problem I'm thinking."
"C'mon you guys" he started to test the lace where it disappeared into the opening.
"Leave it dad or like John says, there's worse" Rich said "I don't want to wear out the codeword with things just starting, okay? Hush you two."
"Damn, this is fucked up" but his dad left it there, wincing and crouching.
Next on Rich's list were chin-ups, but with a twist. Each time the guy lowered himself down, there was a hairbrush waiting to work his balls. Of course for most of the guys still in their jocks, it was nasty and admittedly a bit arousing, but not scary. For Rich's dad, well that was something else. Rich even let Joel do the honors, since he felt left out seeing John have all the fun with the laces. Rich found it tickling; John said it was distracting, but knew it was getting to him. Joel's boner told everyone this was more his style. Poor Rich's dad, with Joel almost not bothering to wait until he was all the way down, felt Joel going to town on those stretched separated balls. And Joel could tell Tony was trying to throw major wood but his dick was tied like a trussed pig. When they finished and Rich realized he did the lowest number he looked around,
"Now what? I cannot give myself a penalty."
"Thought we had no more penalties" his dad tried.
"On your half-hour not now, guys?"
"Lose the jock" from John.
"That's all?" from his dad of all people.
"So suggest something!" from Joel.
"Lose the jock and..." Tony looked around the room "okay you clowns you think you got a monopoly on fucked up shit? You think you guys invented this sex shit? Lose the jock... then jack yourself for five minutes! In front of everyone!"
"Dad!" Rich was almost shocked. From the guys he would expect this but not from his dad! "veto someone!"
"Yeah I veto" from Joel and John seconded.
"Better still, lose the jock" John looked at Rich but stared at Rich's dad "and instead of jacking your own meat, get jacked by your DAD for five minutes."
"Veto!" Tony yelled.
"John! Man! Who let the monster out of your bag?" looking at the bone pushing out his pouch, then his dad with a certain obvious smugness "oh yeah, right. Well dad looks like John ups your ante. Veto?"
"Damn no way I'm gonna be vetoing that" Joel chuckled "dude, for someone acting so white bread and straight around the other guys" looking at John "where you start coming up with this shit?"
"C'mon Rich, you gotta second this!" his dad cut it.
"I can't, remember?" and Rich dropped his jock, his dick starting to lengthen "time this... John" remembering his phone.
"Huh? Huh? Or yeah! You are so on!" scrambling for his gymbag, almost diving for the phone "go!"
"This is so wrong" his dad was directed over where Rich stood.
"Your idea Tony, remember?" John had the phone ready. After hesitating and trying to bargain his way out, his hand went out and big Tony Norton, muscle cop extraordinaire started a slow steady stroking on his son's uncut dick, closely resembling his own but paler and with all that foreskin. At first his grip was almost tentative but as he dropped to his knees in front of Rich, his rhythm grew as he felt his own dick trying to swell in sympathy in spite of the trussing. Rick threw his head back, allowing himself to bone with complete abandon, no longer fearing insinuations or repercussions from his so-very-straight friends. And having his dad – his naked boning dad! – doing this only made it even hotter. Luckily it was a dry yank otherwise not only would Rich have been throbbing in the five minutes, he might have been shooting his load.
"Time!"
"Wow" Joel was rubbing the front of his jock "I gotta lose next time."
Rich had two more exercises. The next one was his dad's shoulder exercises, dumbbells held horizontal for time, which John lost. Rich assigned him a penalty of doing naked jumping jacks until his inevitable bone returned in a big way. All of a minute at that. Last exercise with eight minutes left were leg lifts on the bench with ankle weights. Again John lost so he had to do giant strides the length of the garage twice. But with five pound weights pulling his nads half way to the floor! Man was he sore then.
"Okay time's up my turn my turn!" John seeing Tony already untying himself "okay okay, everyone starts clean. Five minutes for piss and drink break, I'll suck it up" disappearing into the house for a bathroom run.
During his absence everyone asked Rich what John had planned, especially his dad. Rich said he obviously didn't know.
"Okay okay ladies, break time is over" John returned from the house and immediately dropped his shorts "same for anyone else who's wearing anything other than shoes" slight nod in Rich's direction.
"What's the exercise?" Tony was eager to continue with something so his muscles didn't cool off. Something more muscle-oriented and less focused on his cock.
"Everyone on the floor in a circle. You and Rich opposite sides, Joel opposite me" his eyes drinking in Tony's hard dark muscles, his perfectly toned nakedness.
"How come? For what?"
They dropped down and squatted on their haunches until John directed them to drop to their butts, their folded knees pressed against each other once they squeezed into a tighter circle. He reached behind his back into his bag and pulled out a bottle of baby oil,
"Okay gentlemen, my favorite exercise" pouring some into his hand and passing it to Rich on his right "take some in your hand, right hand for now and pass it on."
"We're not doing what I think we are, are we?" Tony looked at the bare crotches in front of him and knew very well what was going to happen "c'mon guys!"
"I'd be lying to say we all didn't come here for this!"
"No way!" Tony tried getting up.
"At last" Joel took the bottle, silently thanking John for the placements. But not before he and John bullied Tony back down to the floor.
"Simple gentlemen, lube up the dick on your right and keep jacking it for three minutes. After three minutes, everyone switch hands to the guy on your left. Three more minutes."
"Yeah, finally!" Joel spilled almost half the bottle into his right paw "Tony the Bone at my mercy!"
"How long?" Tony asked, knowing the answer.
"Til first guy nuts, of course" hearing the grunts and wows around the circles "okay starting... now" John reached over with his lubed hand to start a slow steady stroke up and down John's second – or third? – favorite dick. He got off on how Rich got hard so damn easy, and he really liked that -- damn! Tony was making no pretenses about rubbing more and more oil into John's cock and even into his balls! Three minutes of that muscle stud jacking him? Luckily he planned this and jacked off this afternoon otherwise he's been shooting off in seconds, feeling that calloused muscle grip on his cock, a dream come true a hundred times over! But Joel got the grand prize, not that Rich's hand exploring Joel's rapidly rising and alarmingly growing honker was not the most dramatic of the group. But Joel's hand shining those smooth balls and spending the right amount of time and pressure on that stud of a cop's dick, and with the restraints long gone that Italian sausage got as hard as fast as his son Rich. But when the group saw Joel squirming his finger beneath... beneath? yeah beneath the musclestud's shaved balls and fuck! Even Rich was staring in shock as Joel's fingers began digging into his dad's taint, leaving his dick to bob and swing upwards all by itself, displaying to everyone how Tony felt about something rubbing at his hole. John actually felt Rich's dick responding to the sight, and John being the nice guy decided to slow down, sliding that foreskin a mere half-inch back and forth instead, just so Rich did not lose it too soon. He watched his timer on his phone and damn! only twenty seconds left. Click!
"Twenty" and damn but if both Rich's and Joel's hands were not speeding up, some perverse silent contest between them. John looked down at his now shiny pubes and he saw his nuts pulling up, knowing Tony's hand on his cock was all that it was advertised to be. Wow a real cop jerking him off. Whose idea was this?
"Switch" and John poured oil into his left hand leaving the bottle in the middle for the others to fight over as he went to town on that prize muscle dick, feeling it throbbing and flexing in his hand. The dude even had muscles in his cock, he thought, and then Rich's hand found John's cock and he forgot how amazing Rich's hand felt on him, and yeah he could feel actually feel! how much Rich got off on this – got off on him? – into all of this just by the sex-crazed intensity he was pouring into getting John off. But right now it was all about watching that big muscle hand go to town on Joel's thick snowplow of that uncut cock over there, man was that thing scary when it was all swollen and shiny like that but John's own hand was filled with really throbbing meat, Tony's meat! the point of the whole evening. John looked at it as he pulled a tight grip from base to end, seeing all the precum already pouring out of it. There was nothing John wanted more than to see this monster explode, did he ever! Damn, up until last night he never even saw the big guy naked much less hard, much less blow a load and that was going to change right now! He went to stroke pattern three (his most wicked) the thumb doing a wicked number on the swollen underpart, faster slower faster slower, and damn Tony was grunted and spasming his eyes squeezed shut, every muscle popping and tensing, his neck and shoulders all corded intensity, totally focused on keeping his nuts from exploding and John knew, he just knew he was going to see this amazing mind-blowing thing erupt! He glanced behind him at the time, damn!
"Ten seconds!" click! and Joel was grunting gasping hard, his own orgasm seconds away, that expert adult hand knowing every trick, every way to get un uncut cock to respond. Then it hit him! The only other uncut dick Tony had access to was whose? One of the other cop's? His own son?! Wow!
"Time" John groaned and again stole a quick click from the camera-phone before he re-oiled that first lust of his, well Rich's perfect cock and just as soon as he touched it he knew Joel's hand had been teasing it to the edge as well. He slowed down and sped up, the alternation their old trick, their old signal for postponing the inevitable. Joel started grunting and gasping and putting all the intensity into his re-slicked tight fist on Tony's cock and no sooner than he did but Tony gasped and threw his head back and a huge shot of cum flew into the air in front of him, and right then Rich's cock started exploding again and again, his eyes glued to his dad's erupting cannon close enough some of his dad's cum hit his leg and worse. Another ten seconds of Tony's hand on his own cock would have been heaven. Luckily Rich released the hold on Joel's thick hairy monster and just as he did, Joel let out a high whine and the head swelled red and enough white glue clumped down the front to make him see stars. There was Tony's hand grabbing Joel's balls, preventing any more of his precious jizz from escaping. And yeah, only Tony's hand was strong enough to keep Joel's from finishing the job.
"Wow... wow" around the circle.
"Man I like your exercises" Rich looked at John and grabbed his shoulders "time to clean this up."
"Or not" from Joel "John, what other blatant sex-shit exercises you have in mind to finish out – "
"Sorry" looking at Rich "he knows I'm pretty much a one-shot guy."
"Then you care if we start my half-hour early?"
"Not really..."
"What were your penalties for the guy" Joel looked at Tony's cock, then at Rich's "er guys, who shot first?"
"You think of something."
"Deal..." Joel the loose cannon, Joel the runaway train, Joel the pervert with a thousand nasty tricks in his bag had just been handed the keys to the bank and they should have known better "man oh man..." rubbing a finger in a puddle of white cum on the floor in front of them. He picked up as much as he could and smeared it onto Tony's prominent dark nipples.
"Hey!"
The rest he could scoop up he re-deposited on Rich's shrinking cock. Like Rich was going to object to someone grabbing his dick now, yeah right. When as must was off the floor as he could find he said,
"Okay you two Norton cum-filled studs, you both seemed to have lost John's excellent little exercise here. So since he had no penalty, here is mine. I want you both – both of you! – to clean up the other guy..."
"That's it?" Rich expected something worse from Joel.
"...with your tongues! Ten minutes!"
"What? What?" Tony looked down at all his cum smear over his chest and down into his smooth groin "veto!"
"Veto!" Rich echoed "I mean second."
"No can do, Rich my man, you're also in the penalty box. Only John over there can second. John?"
"Not a chance, I so want to see this!" said those ever full balls. His camera was already in his hand.
"Dad!"
"Rich!"
"Do it you two!" Joel struggled to his knees "everyone up. Let's see those two Norton tongues get busy. Now!"
And there it was. Tony was more limber so he was on his feet first, his son not far behind him. Joel pointed at Tony's full shiny smooth pumped pecs and with a great deal of apprehension and persuasion – and scary loud protests from his dad – Rich's tongue reached out and licked around his dad's nipple, then the other when he felt the reaction. Now he knew his dad had super sensitive nips and the more he licked and mouthed his dad's chest, the more he could tell this was an amazingly forbidden sensation for his dad. When he felt the nipple beneath his mouth turn to a big hard nub Tony pushed his head away and started licking his son's chest.
"Sorry dad, his load is all down in his crotch. Can't make it plainer" Joel's hand was back in his crotch, keeping John in his peripheral glance.
Tony crouched down and started licking all around his son's cock and then his balls. When the inevitable happened, when he started licking and even swallowing Rich's cock, Joel caught John's eye and nodded towards the phone. With Tony distracted, John managed to position himself to snap a whole series of pics! Of Tony sucking off his own son! And when Rich was clean and he went to town on his dad's crotch and then sucking that shiny oily tube in turn, John not only grabbed several more – from an angle behind Tony's broad back – but emailed them to his home computer for safe keeping. He gave Joel the thumbs up and returned his phone to his bag.
"Okay Joel" Tony finished up but pulling Rich to his knees "as much as that was interesting and yeah... okay... hot..." we need to finish up this last hour with something more acceptable. Our ten minutes of this.." rubbing his crotch dry with a stained towel "is over, now something cleaner okay?"
"Just the ticket Mister N."
"Tony okay?"
"Okay Tony" looking at John "something everybody can play. A little game the boys in the locker room call Drop the Soap! Kidding kidding!" Joel saw John's disgusted and slightly bored expression "okay okay, simple game, big payloads" chuckling at his pun "we go around the circle, okay? Each guy has to say – say out loud! – what would've been the best way to blow his load tonight. I mean before John here came up with his kid's stuff summer camp circle jerk" hearing John grouse "simple right?"
"You mean any way?" Tony asked "what might have been... y'know... theoretically. Like just possibilities, right?"
"Oh yeah, theoretically" Joel delivered the bombshell "but only if it were to take place in this room, only with the present company available. Got it?"
"Joel that's evil!" Rich knew exactly what he was getting at.
"I don't understand" Tony added "for me it's me and my wife in this little hotel in Pennsylvania and – "
"No can do okay?" Joel raised his hands in protest "no wife, no Pennsylvania. And sorry Tony, even though I get off on your garage, it still ain't no hilton sorry."
"So Joel" John saw the trap from the get-go "your sick plan is you gotta say it – say out loud – the other guys right here which of the guys most gets you off and how?"
"And how is right John boy" Joel tapped his forehead "sexy and bright, you turning out to be a real player" drilling his eyes into him "you go first."
"Seriously?"
"Floor is yours."
"Do I have to?"
"Somebody's gotta start" Tony was sweating, but glad it wasn't him "remember it ain't real, it's just made up bull, remember?"
"Okay..." John looked at Rich "don't get me wrong Rich, there ain't nothing wrong with y'know what we do – I mean maybe did" quick glance at his dad "once or twice okay?"
"What stuff?" Tony pried.
"But don't take this the wrong way, don't get me wrong okay? okay?" turning to Tony!
"What? Me?"
"Yeah, you are of all us guy's dad, the sex bomb, the biggest sexiest hottest, okay?"
"Thanks I guess."
"Nothing would get my rocks off more than you and your naked posing."
"That's it? Just gooning on me flexing?"
"Well... um... there's more" looking at Rich "you might get off on this too. And to end this posedown I finish you off" watching for the flicker of shock "I mean... yeah, with my mouth" no longer caring where the gasp came from, and going for broke "we both finish each other off... mouth to dick."
"Oh man John flattering but veto!"
"C'mon! Joel? Rich c'mon son Rich, y'gotta second this!"
"Yeah, that'd be hot, not sure how to do it but yeah, wouldn't mind seeing you try this thing."
"Hey guys, it's just make believe remember? Okay Tony the Bone?" Joel turned to him "what's your fantasy right now."
"Calling this a night and sending all you guys packing!"
"No seriously..." Joel stood in front of him "of all of us here, which one turns your crank the most? Who?" knowing once that cat was out of the bag Tony was screwed for good.
"That's the most personal, incriminating question you can ask a guy, you know that right?"
"Oh fuck, but does he ever" John rolled his eyes "this is the Joel we tried to warn you about, and you're just now starting to learn what he's capable of."
"Theoretically, Tony the Bone just to pretend, if it were even possible. Which of us?" Joel expecting it to be him, of course.
"Of course I'm not going to say my own son, no way" turning to John "I guess you then."
"Me??????" John presumed he would be a distant sixth. But this was worse – better? – than what he might have hoped. And maybe that meant that his suggestion about the two of them getting into a mutual suck did not make Tony want to up-chuck then and there. The more John got physical with this big Italian stud, the more he had to rethink his fun with Larry. But Larry still turned his crank, and so does Rich's dad. Together?
"Maybe when I get a better handle on what this knucklehead's about" thumbing at Joel "but you John, you I know, I know you're Rich's bud and all. I guess trusting you is high on my list, okay?"
"To do what?" John reached out and put his hand on that thick slab of hot pec, damn how it looked "what would get you off?"
"I'm gonna say it, I'm gonna regret it, and I'm only saying it because NO WAY it'll ever happen but..." looking at Rich "only saying it cause it can NEVER ever happen but..."
"You wanna take my cherry, that's it, right?"
"So there's no more use in even discussing it, but... "looking at Rich "sorry you ever heard this but... but" looking at all the stains on the floor, the air sucked out of the room "but yeah."
"Nothing is impossible, remember that okay?" Rich was almost as freaked as Tony. But he had his fantasies, even if that is all they were.
"Dad..." Rich was sucking air fast "you would... you would actually fuck... a... guy?"
"It ain't happening so do not consider it, okay?"
"Rich, you're up" Joel turned to him.
"Fuck, well that's easy! Watching you do that while you're getting me off with your mouth! There, okay?"
"Rich that's wrong okay? And you won't ever see it!"
"Like Joel said, just saying... like make-believe pipedream pretend, okay?"
"What's your pretend pipedream, Joel?"
"You dudes ain't old enough for it, but thanks for asking."
"Least tell us who!" John knew it was Tony. He'd be insane to say anybody else. Sure as fuck ain't him!
"Let's just say... sorry John..."
"Knew it, not a biggie."
"Can't give you details but both these fine Norton studs father and son muscle meat, together on the same stage. Private stage!"
"Huh? Both? That's cheating!"
"Hey we're talking fantasy remember? Starts out with these two on stage in front of a few select – okay maybe not a private stage, just a select audience. A select group who appreciates the attraction of male flesh" glaring at John "like I do! Deal with it! Okay picture this!" looking at Rich "maybe I shouldn't be telling you this. You see have the fun is the set-up, the surprise of you two getting on stage thinking it's like a normal fund-raiser, the two of you raising money for war veterans or crippled puppies or some such nonsense. Something they come around and ask you do to and you can't refuse..."
"We got that part" Tony wrapped a towel around his waist.
"Okay you two are conned – I mean talked into this fun-raiser, thinking you're going to just say a few words or some shit and then they hit you with these spotlights! Yeah, the Norton duo under the lights and when the cheering starts they start this music and this announcer comes on and asks the audience if they wanna see more? Dumb question cause faster than you can say `incest' you are both down to your skivvies and posing like this is the finals! And they're cheering and hooting and clapping" Joel watching Tony's grip tighten on that towel "and then I come on stage, and they figure out fast Merklins lard-butt ain't there to pose. My job is to get your two both oiled with this new bronzer they got and the guys in the audience are getting into it now, especially when I pull John's shorts down to do his butt, then they're around his knees as I'm oiling up... EVERYTHING! And he's Norton junior shiny and boned on stage, the spotlight on that uncut dick of his and the audience is going nuts, especially seeing his own dad getting all boned at the sight and then I got Norton senior in the crosshairs, got him bareassed and bronzed and then the real show starts, both these fine examples of muscle studliness start are naked posedown" Joel was now talking right to Tony's crotch, the towel starting to show a certain fullness in front "yeah, they're eating it up I tell you! They bring the houselights up a bit and you can see all these dudes! dudes you know are out in the audience jacking their meat perving on you two posing naked and boned! Then the suggestions, the shouts start coming from the audience, daring you two to rub each other – all over! – and then I – damn Tony the Bone looks like you like this fantasy! Okay to make a long story short" looking at John then Rich "seeing as we got minors here let's just say all three of us! On stage, floodlights, cameras, every combination of cock and mouth and butt, until all of us are covered in cum" enjoying the shock on Tony's face, and yeah, the lust! on Rich's "head to toe. My cum, your cum" looking at Tony "cum from all those guys in the audience. All over our bods. And a few other places as well, y'get my drift."
"This is what happens when horniness goes unchecked" Tony looked around the room "so thank you Joel for this elaborate exercise in truth versus fantasy, but how much time we got left?"
"Actually we're just now starting Joel's half hour" John scrambled to check his phone "since he only finished up my half-hour before."
"Excellent" Joel rubbed his hands together "well since we cannot accomodate all your fine nut-draining requests in the time allotted – and my fantasy is too much for this present company" turning to Tony " and with apologies to our host about his idea, but I do think John's is the best and easiest to accomplish in our half-hour" from John back to Tony "so Tony the Bone, since you seemed to like the idea of posing for dudes, I think the stage is yours" Joel went for his own gymbag this time rummaging around and pulling out a leather strap contraption covered with snaps and studs "and this is your costume, unless we have objections from John?"
"Wow, where'd you get that?"
"Oh you'd be surprised. Well?"
"I get to put it on right?" John was as happy as a lottery winner.
"Rich?"
"Sure" seeing his dad's reaction.
"Okay, you're with me" John all but grabbed Tony and dragged him towards the door out the garage. Like anyone could muscle the muscle head if he did not want to move.
"Hey it has to happen here remember? You two disappear somewhere and no tellin what you two get into" Joel snickered.
"Okay right" John snapped into plan B "Rich which one was your jock?"
"Um... this one" Rich dug around behind the weight bench and tossed it to John.
"Put it on" handing it to Tony.
"Me?"
"You."
"It's way too small and besides..." looking at Rich "you know... Rich has been wearing it."
"All the more reason" Joel clapped "brilliant John, brilliant."
"Finally these" handing Tony his own running shorts, a bit big but workable.
"Joel?"
"Oh I already gave you my leather cock and ball harness."
"Anything else?"
"Y-y-y-yeah, I got just the thing... for a bit later in the show."
Tony tugged himself into his son's too tight jock, all his stuff smashed into a bunch, one ball hanging out. John's offered shorts covered him up better. Finally he was handed John's mirror sunglasses to wear. When he was "dressed" he stood there.
"Now what?"
"Now you pose for us stud, you show us what a real muscle superman looks like."
"You were serious about that part? You really want me just to flex my muscles for you."
"Starting... now!" and Tony stood there a bit dumb struck and before he started laughing at the absurdity of it, he gave them a double biceps. Rich was off his butt, grabbing two work-lights off the shelf and pointing them at his dad. Tony was temporarily blinded but the claps of approval made up for it. Next Joel's voice shouted out from the darkness for a pose, then Rich, then John over and over until he was really warming to this. He knew there were these guys hidden behind those lights really getting into this, all but panting over his bod. THIS he could do. And do well! And the scenario Joel had but into his head, a bunch of dudes, guys he knew on top of it! out there in the darkness really getting off on this. He was getting into that scene big time, and starting to warm to the appreciation, and yeah, damn he had to admit it, the tongue-hanging adulation and lust he heard out there in the darkness, it started to get him worked up. So when he saw John come out from behind the lights and come behind him he did not object to it. Then he felt too oily hands on his shoulders and more oil applied to his pecs, and damn how did these kids know this was one of his secret kinks? To be on stage flexing and posing all the time somebody -- another bodybuilder? -- oiling him up right there on stage! And John reached around those wide lats and ran his greasy hands all over his thick pecs making them pop out for the crowd and when he started working Tony's nipples, not too hard not too soft, his head full of images of oiled bodybuilders rubbing each other Tony forgot he already had one load jerked from his huge muscle-cock not that long ago. Or else he never really lost his bone completely? Down and up his thick muscled arms, then down his legs and back up to those sagging shorts, hearing "double biceps again" from John behind him as John's hands inched those shorts down to his knees rubbing and oiling as he went, just like Joel suggested. Tony continued to pose, standing there obscenely flexing in his too-small jock and then oil was poured down the front of his jock, John's hand tugging his thickened cock to the side until the head was yanked free, rubbing more and more oil into his balls, into his crotch, man! When a re-oiled hand rubbed the exposed head in small circular motions Tony gasped looking down how fully he was boning again big time, feeling his fantasy come to life in that big kid's hands. Yeah, he really was Tony the Bone! Tony boning on stage, Tony getting the crown to cream their jeans, Tony getting everyone to lust for his bod!
John tossed the baby oil to Joel who applied a fresh coating to first his and then Rich's cock, starting to jack each other watching Rich's father pose as more and more of his genitals, shiny and red came into view. But all the time his dad contiued the posing not daring to break the spell if he hesitated for a second. Knowing once he caught his breath and realized how fucked up this all was, even when the shorts were around his ankles and then John behind him pulling down the tangled strangling jockstrap past his knees as well, he could not stop. Tony had to keep going or else! Even when Joel tossed over the leather harness and John whispered "whatever happens stud, don't stop flexing or posing for your audience" when John's slippery fingers made it easy to snap the contraption around his loose balls he figured out what the leather straps were for, his precious huge cum-filled balls stretched down and apart, the final snap securing the last strap around the base of his shiny red pussy-splitting cock, curved upwards it was so hard and all of his goods on display for his jacking audience and Tony could not stop. A final coating of oil and Tony knew he was like the ultimate triple-x-rated body builder muscle stud. He was so turned on by this he almost hated when John turned him around, his back to his audience catching the bottle of oil from Joel and applying a slight coat to that wide back, rippling and shiny with sweat. When John came to those muscled glutes he rubbed and oiled them over and over each time going deeper and deeper into that shaved crack. John whispered to him to widen his stance and push his hips back, making those scary-huge quads and glutes stand out in high relieve under those bright lights. That was the moment Joel reached into his bag and brought out the finishing touch to Tony's outfit, hushing Rich in the process. He handed it to John as he smeared more and oil deeper and deeper into that crack finally finding the puckered hole with a greasy finger. Tony hissed and tried to pull away but John told him he moves he loses, and then it happened. An oiled finger invaded the musclehead's tight straight-cop hole and he flinched and swore and knew it was wrong, he son right there Joel right there hell half the town watching this whole thing! but by then he was so turned on so into this ultimate exhibitionist fantasy that even when a second even oilier finger pushed in, he let it happen, the sensations coming from his body the lights, the heat, everything were making him dizzy. John's hand then on his cock, tight in that leather harness rubbing more oil into his stretched bone made him so crazed with lust and sensory overload he almost did not register when the greased head of something cold started pressing into his hole. He knew this was no finger but that hand on his cock and John whispering "make it happen make it happen make it happen" and Tony's arms filled with blood as he flexed them, spreading his lats so wide they popped and then his asshole, his straight tight hole felt that thing sliding into him and Tony gasped as that thing popped into his ass. As soon as it was in John straightened him up and turned him around, his ass now full of the plug wiggling? vibrating? slamming into things that zipped and tingled all the way to his cockhead. He gave another double biceps then a most-powerful pose as even more oil was applied to his dripping faucet of a red swollen boner, and only then did he catch the silhouettes of Joel and his son's hands oiling each other's hardons, panting at all his muscles but especially the one sticking out two feet from his shaved crotch, a rocket about to blast off.
"Almost there almost there" John coaxed and coaxed and directed Tony by the arm over to the weight bench, inching him down on his back "don't stop flexing" John quickly straddling him, pressing their cocks together, then waving the guys over to re-direct the lights and then flank Tony's shoulders re-smeared with oil from Joel's and Rich's crotches, their two cocks being mutually jacked inches from those tanned hard cheeks. And John's crotch began slowly rocking forward and backwards across Tony's trapped harnessed cock, first bending it backwards painfully then flipping it flat on those hard abs, all the while John's hairy crack providing enough friction to drive Tony crazy. And when Tony felt John direct his free hand onto John's cock, he was miles from sensing the sensitive tip of his leather-wrapped cock catching in a fold of skin between John's cheeks and then John rocked down and Tony shot his head forward as his cock broke through John's ring!
"NO!"
"Yessssssss" John lifted up and grabbed Tony's arms, not that he had the strength left to wrestle the big kid off him. When John leaned backwards again and re-directed that distended cock up into his crack, their struggling slowed.
"John tell me you ain't doin it!" Joel's eyes bugged out.
"No John please no not that it ain't right!" Tony felt the barest tip of his hyper-sensitized cock slide against all that greased flesh. When John grunted and squatted down the wide head popped past the ring "NO!"
"Yessssssss" John squeezed his tearing eyes shut, his face all contorted as his the red flush spread down his chest, feeling it hurt so much more than he expected, almost struggling with knowing his friends were watching him do the worst thing imaginable, actually take a dick up his ass right before their eyes.
"Jack him dad, jack him off!" Rich pressed his hips forward until his cock was rubbing against his dad's cheekbone. Joel grabbed Tony's right hand and pushed it into John's crotch. There was oil and fingers and cock and wet pubes all smashed together, rubbing and jacking in one big confusion of flesh. It took barely fifteen seconds before,
"I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum!" John yelled, their combined hands tight around his cock and then he screamed and lost his balance sliding backwards as his beer-can cock exploded all the way into Tony's face and Joel's sausage, aimed right at Tony's gasping mouth started unloading all over his face and tongue. Tony tried to pull his fully-impaled cock free of John's ass but then Rich was being jacked off into his mouth as Tony jerked his head backwards, bucking with all his might in a futile attempt to get John off his groin. He tasted the cum in his mouth, felt one and then the other cocks finish in his gasping mouth, his crotch, belly even his chest splattered with that scalding cum and still John was impaled on his cock! He bucked harder and harder trying to buck him free buck that vibrating thing out of his own ass, making his prostate begin the horrible spasms and then he felt it – his cock swelled tight into that burning hot chute and no matter how he bucked and fought it he was cumming and cumming so hard he saw stars! Big straight Tony Norton was unloading the life-shattering granddaddy of all orgasms deep into a dude's ass and he just exploded his cock inside out!
"WOW!" was all John could say and he tumbled to the floor, his head hitting the cement with a loud bang.