Lover Boys Forever (7 page)

There was no retreat, no surrender to society
’s norms now. I had penetrated a man, was fucking him, pumping my cock back and forth in his ass. And he was loving it, rutting around on the end of my plunging dick. And I was rejoicing in it, the weirdness gone, replaced with a sensation of pure sexual lust, my cock doing all the thinking for me, enjoying pistoning the luscious pink sleeve of Ken’s chute.

“
Yeah! Fuck me harder! Faster!” he gasped.

I gripped his hips and slammed up against his buttocks, ramming deep into his sexhole, churning his tunnel. I was on fire, ablaze with passion, my cock a length of molten steel in the guy
’s anus. I splashed up against his cheeks, pounding into his butt.

Ken rocked back and forth in rhythm to my savage analizing. But he still managed to grab up his own prick, and stroke, keep pace with my heated stroke.

Sweat rolled down my burning face, my nails biting into the man’s body, as I flung my hips to and fro in a frenzy, driving the guy’s ass and myself wild. It was so fucking hot and so fucking right I wanted it to go on forever. But my cock had been squeezed and polished beyond the point of no return, my balls slapping against Ken’s cheeks with a boiling urgency.

I whined,
“Oh, jeez, I’m going to … I’m going to …”

“
I’m coming!” Ken yelled, his body jerking beneath me, on the end of my butt-plundering cock.

I was jolted by all
-out orgasm, my cock exploding in Ken’s ass, blasting white-hot jizz against his bowels.

We shook like a pair of ragdolls, coming and coming. Ken sprayed a steaming pool of semen onto the leather couch, as I filled his sucking chute to overflowing with my sizzling man
-juice.

We watch and
“play” a lot of games now, every chance we get.

Just a couple of buds enjoying one another
’s company.

These sex games are getting out of hand, I thought, under my half
-face black rubber mask, orange ball gag secure in my mouth, arms bound at the wrists by leather cuffs, stretched up over my head by a steel chain locked onto the iron hook embedded in the ceiling.

I
’d been carrying on an affair with a co-worker’s wife for a couple of months, and the small, tightly-wound, taut-bodied blonde was dragging me further and further out of my comfort zone, into wild, uncharted zones. First, I’d never had sex with a married woman before. Second, I’d never had public sex before (on a park bench). Third, I’d never given a “golden shower” before. And finally, and lately, I’d never allowed myself to be trussed up naked and helpless, subjected to any sexual torture the little blonde wanted to dish out on my achingly vulnerable body and ego.

I felt a finger stroke along the underside of my vibrating erection, nail scraping the foreskin. I jumped up higher on my tip
-toes, rattling the chain. Hot breath flooded the exposed lower half of my face, a tongue painting my stretched lips around the ball gag. The eyeholes on the black mask were zipped shut, so I couldn’t see a thing; just feel, anticipate, agonize, fervently fear and lust. A hand slapped one of my ass cheeks, and I almost jerked my quivering arms out of their sockets.

I was bathed in sweat, dripping it down my sides and face, but shivering
as if I was chilled to the bone. My body burned, though, the granite-hard erection jutting out from my loins testimony to my true feelings. A tongue tickled my balls, teeth bit into the back of my neck.

What the fuck!?

I was jolted like I’d been hooked up to a car battery and blasted full of juice. There were two of them! That naughty little blonde had tossed an equally kinky girlfriend into our steaming sexual mix. What would she think of next?

I found out soon enough, when a hand gripped my cock and tugged, a tongue swirled in behind my ear and licked, something long and hard and throbbing glided in between my buttocks and pumped. Sweet Jesus, a guy!

Two guys, it was shockingly revealed, when my blonde playmate’s husband, my co-worker, unzipped the leather lids on my eyes and revealed his smiling face up close. He kissed my ball gag with his plush, red lips, as I almost swallowed the thing.

“
That’s Clark in behind,” Travis informed me. “My not-so-secret lover.”

I twisted my head around. The other man smiled at me, a tall, toned brunette with a pair of twinkling brown eyes and petulant pair of lips, dimpled chin. He was as completely and utterly naked as I was, as Travis was, pumping his hips, sliding what felt like one huge, horking bare cock in between my trembling butt cheeks; frotting, as it were.

I jerked my head back around. Travis had sealed his soft lips onto one of my hard nipples, was gently tugging, staring up at my frog-popped eyes. He was built not unlike his sexy spouse – short and lean-muscled, with pronounced buttocks and a sweet, sensuous face, soft blond hair. Only he sported a cock and a set of nuts, the cock spearing up into the air a good seven inches or so, the nuts shaved as smooth as the rest of the guy.

My illicit girlfriend was nowhere in sight. She
’d decided I needed a guy’s night out, I guess, with me being the one outed. Her husband sucked on my nipples, Clark licking my neck, cock-cruising my crack. Travis’s rigid dick bumped bloated hoods with my straining dong, as he cupped my pecs and bounced his blond head back and forth between my equally engorged nipples.

I
’d never been intimate with a man – men! – before. Sure, I’d fooled around as a kid, pretending I was a weak little girl as my buddy dry-humped me on his bed, simulating heterosexual rape fully clothed, though fully erect. That was just innocent boyish fun.

There was nothing innocent, or necessarily fun, about what was going on now. These guys meant business. The appearance of the nipple clamps and cock ring and sack tie signaled that for sure.

They both stood in front of me, looking at my stretched-up, shaking form, my twitching hard-on. As I gaped back at them. Travis picked up a pair of silver nipple clamps off the bed I’d banged his wife on many a time, while Clark scooped up the red rubber cock ring, a red length of cord that was used to rope and bind balls. The men’s cocks jutted out at me, pointing accusingly, erotically.

Then they turned, embraced, their mouths meeting, their dicks pressing together. They kissed, heavily, hungrily. Hot red wet tongues jumped out and twirled together, the guys excitedly
Frenching, exploring hands fondling each other’s backs and buttocks. They were putting on a male-male make-out show for me, and while my mind still rebelled, my body and cock responded.

I surged with a fresh wave of tingling heat, shimmering out from my straining hard
-on and suffusing my sweating body; staring at the guy’s hard mounded butt cheeks, the supple smoothness of their tanned skin, the sensual repartee of their twisting tongues, the wicked thrusting of their massive pricks foreskin-on-foreskin. The times I wandered onto all of those gay porn sites hadn’t just been idle curiosity, after all. I was turned-on trussed-up, willing, anxious to be treated like a sexual ragdoll by these two beautiful men.

Travis clamped my left nipple, my right. The metal clips bit hard into my stiffened buds. I shuddered when he gave a tug on the pair, stretching my rubbery jutters out painfully, pleasurably.

Clark was on his knees, at my dick. He locked the cock ring in place around the base of my dong. It bit into my shaft, cutting off some of the blood flow and feeling, ballooning my cock even more, turning it numb and yet super-sensitive. His quick hand-pump proved that. Then he tied my balls together with the cord, making a neat throbbing package, looping me at the top of my scrotum so that my nuts were lashed tight as my cock. How the hell was I going to come?!?

That was the whole idea, I found out. Keeping me achingly aroused and yearning to blast while they took their sexual time on my body, and their pleasure.

Clark got in behind me again, while Travis went down on his knees in front. The blond blew hot humid breath on my dick, the brunette sending a heated stream against my crack. Then Travis slid his wet lips over my hood, engulfing the bulb. As Clark spread my cheeks with his fingers and shot his tongue up against my asshole.

I jerked forward and aft, stunned, stung by the intimate mouth
-contact on my most intimates. It was wild, weird, fucking wonderful – getting my cock sucked by one man, my ass licked by another.

Travis tugged on my cap, went deeper, opening his mouth wider, sliding his lips down my shaft with a graceful, glorious precision. He consumed my entire raging dong in one gulp; then held me there, pounding away in the velvety confines of his mouth, my hood and some shaft bent down his tight
-clasping throat.

Clark bit his fingernails into my buttocks and really opened me up, baring my crack and my bumhole. He swabbed my exposed starfish with his tongue, in prelude to jamming the slippery, wriggling sticker right into my anus. He went in up to his lips kissing against my butt cheeks, burying his tongue in my chute.

And while Travis billowed his cheeks and sucked on my cock without moving his head, Clark squirmed his tongue around inside my anus, eating ass with a fearsome intensity. Then pulling back, punching in, plugging my chute with the now hardened blade of his tongue.

Travis slowly pulled his head back. My cock emerged a glistening snake from between his dragging lips. He caught the swollen tip with his white teeth, swallowed down shaft again; repeated the awesomely sensual process again and again. As I glared through my eye slits, groaned around my ball gag, thrust out in my cock and ball restraints.

Clark sunk his tongue down deep in between my legs, catching my balls on the other side. Then he dragged the wet, beaded love instrument up and along my sensitive crack, all the way up to my tailbone. He did it over and over, painting my butt cleavage with his tongue, bathing it in his saliva, tracing buzzing bliss up my ass.

Travis cock
-sucked. Clark ass-licked. I took it like a man, unashamedly loving the loving the men were dishing out. Travis gripped my hips and wet-vacced my prick with mind-blowing urgency. Clark spiraled his tongue all around my puckered bumhole, slithered the appendage into my anus and pumped with body-jolting eagerness. Bound by lust, I tilted my rubber-wrapped head back and howled into my gag.

The men got to their feet, their warm
-up and wetting-down complete. Travis pulled on my nipple clamps, smacked my cock around with his cock. Clark whacked my ass, heating my cheeks up even more. He reached down around and gripped my balls, twisted the trussed pair. They had to dish out some pain with all of the pleasure they were providing. I didn’t blame them a bit; would’ve praised them orally, if I could.

But the restraints stayed in place. And now lube was added, to grease the heated action up to a whole new level. I
’d never been fucked up the ass before, or fucked ass. That all changed, my sexual horizons expanding still further, exploding.

Clark crowded in behind me. I felt his slippery dong slide in between my cheeks, really felt his cap push up against my manhole. I lurched higher onto my toes, arching my body away.

But there was no getting away – I was facing from the rear what I’d always been so curious about. Clark gripped one of my hips and squished his hood against my back opening. He popped through, sunk in, busting my anal cherry with ease, pure delight. His cock surged into my anus, stretching me, stuffing me full of wild sensation. He drove his entire dong home, analizing this virgin.

He held his position, his cock pulsating powerfully inside my gripping butt tunnel. As Travis bent forward in front of me, displaying his own bronze, rounded butt cheeks, spreading them with one hand to show off his tiny pink pucker. He reached back and grasped my slab of meat with his other hand, plowed my hood up against his hole.

I jerked, ass muscles clamping down on Clark’s lodged beef. I thrust forward, helping Travis burst cap into his bum, pour shaft down his chute. My cock was enveloped in blistering heat, sinking into another man’s ass.

I pushed forward, Travis pushed back. I watched through tear
-filled eyes, biting on my ball gag, as my enormous erection penetrated, plunged inside Travis. Until there was nothing left but my hairy, roped balls pressing up against the man’s buttocks.

I had a cock in my ass, my cock was buried up another ass. I wallowed, rutted in the roilingly raw emotions. Why the fuck hadn
’t I done this before?!? It was so natural, so wonderful. And it got even more so, as Clark pumped his hips, fucking my butt, and Travis shifted back and forth, fucking himself on my cock.

I rattled my chain and just about ruptured my spleen, bucking my hips, thrusting in and out of Travis
’ anus.

We got a rhythm going, Clark pistoning me from behind, sawing away at my chute, as I pumped into Travis bouncing back and forth on my pole. The perspiration absolutely gushed out of every pore on my body, our bodies splashing together; Clark shuddering cheeks, cleaving my ass, me banging Travis
’s buttocks, watching them ripple and gyrate, feeling his ass suck on my pile-driving prick.

We went faster and faster, a well
-oiled, wholly uninhibited sexual male-machine. Travis grabbed up his dick and stroked, shouted, shot. The guy jerked and jostled on the end of my drilling prong, jacking thick ropes of semen out of his prick again and again and again.

I was amazed, astonished. Because my tied tight cock and balls were good to keep going, and going.

And then I was rendered flat-out delirious, when I felt Clark’s fingernails bite savagely into my hips, heard his groan of blissful surrender, was splashed with hot semen up my chute. He pumped and sprayed and moaned, blasting me full of sizzling sperm.

Travis stumbled off of my cock up front. Clark staggered backwards in behind me, pulling his dick out of my bung. I felt gapingly empty and unfulfilled, on full
-boil and no way to blow off my steam.

The two men took care of me, like they had all along. They crowded down on their knees at my cock. Travis took a long, deep pull on the thudding appendage, looking up at me with his baby
-blue eyes. Then Clark took a suck, just as deep and tight and wet. They passed my obscenely swollen dong back and forth, deep-throating, keeping their mouths occupied when the other’s was full of my prick by sucking on my balls.

It was good, but it was no good. I just couldn
’t come, let loose. I was bound too tight.

My pleading eyes and pattering sweat were finally answered. Travis kissed Clark,
Frenched the studly brunette, as he unfastened my cock ring, and Clark unleashed my nut sack.

My genitals flooded with hot, coursing blood, my quivering body with sheer, sweet relief. The men pressed their pretty faces side by side at my surging dong. Travis captured me in his mouth again, and sucked.

I bucked like a bull in harness, orgasm shocking me with seismic intensity, volcanoing out my ruptured cock into Travis’ moist pulling mouth. I spray-painted his throat. He unplugged my hose and planted it in Clark’s mouth. I filled him to the tugging lips with heady, star-crashing bursts.