Lover Boys Forever (8 page)

They passed my spouting organ back and forth between their lovely mouths, bravely, sexily taking my superheated gushes of man
-lust deep into their beings. I was all but passed out by the time they finally released me, let me drop to the carpet on the end of my chain.

These sex games are getting better and better, I thought, as my first male lovers rolled me over, sucked the last drops of delight out of my prick, kissing my nipples, fondling my crack, affectionately squeezing my balls.

The party was going great for the first two hours Glen and I were there. Then I spotted the tall, willowy blond with his hand on another guy
’s ass, rubbing cheek while he gesticulated in the middle of a conversation with his other hand.

I bit off the edge of my plastic cup, not listening anymore to the host of the party, Rene, as he droned on about the new sod he
’d planted in his front lawn. Watching Glen covertly feel up that other man’s ass. The other guy was a small, wiry redhead, wearing a tight pair of faded blue jeans and a green top. He acted like nothing was happening, listening to Glen in the middle of the group, getting his pert little bottom pinched and caressed by my man.

Then the redhead put his hand on Glen
’s shoulder and said something – naughty, no doubt. Because Glen grinned, took a look around the room, trying to see where I was.

I slipped in front of a big, fat guy wearing what looked like some of our host
’s sod on top of his head, shielding myself from Glen’s view. Then I looked around the fat man’s shoulder, saw Glen leading the petite redhead upstairs, hand-in-hand. I crushed the plastic cup in my hand, watching Glen’s lean buttocks swish from side-to-side in his white pants, as he and his latest toy-boy ascended the stairs.

I should
’ve known better than to take Glen anywhere. But I never thought he’d cheat on me this openly and humiliatingly. The more I thought about it, the more my blood boiled.

Finally, after two minutes of building up steam, I threw my crumpled cup down and took the stairs three at a time, charging after the pair.

They weren’t hard to find; I just had to follow the moaning and groaning coming from behind the bathroom door at the end of the upstairs hallway. I gripped the handle with a sweaty paw, turned, flung the door open.

Glen was holding the redhead up in his arms, the guy
’s bare legs hooked around Glen’s bare waist, Glen’s cock sawing back and forth in the redhead’s chute. These fuckers didn’t waste any time.

Glen froze in mid
-stroke, staring at me, his grey eyes gone wide. The redhead had his eyes closed, was still urging Glen on, clinging to his neck and bouncing up and down in the tall man’s arms, wiggling his butt around on the end of Glen’s cock.

“
You fucking bastard!” I growled. Then threw myself at the pair.

It took our host and four other strapping men to pull me off of the cheaters. Rene escorted me downstairs and out into the backyard, to the edge of his swimming pool.
“Here, why don’t you take a swim?” he soothed. “Cool down a bit.”

I shrugged off his arm, and he left me alone, returning inside to his precious party.

It was a cool, damp night, which meant I was all by myself out by the pool. I pulled off my turtleneck, pushed my pants and underwear down, kicked them and my shoes off. “I’ll fucking cool down, all right!” I rasped, diving into the pool buck-naked.

I swam a few laps, fast, but that did nothing to lower my temperature. The water was warm, my blood still hot from what I
’d seen in the bathroom, and now from the exercise. I flung myself up onto the edge of the dunk tank and sat there with my legs in the water, letting the rain splutter down on me, deciding what I was going to do next.

It was decided for me.

Because a man suddenly stepped through the sliding doors that led out to the backyard patio and pool. He carefully re-latched the curtained doors, then walked across the patio and to the side of the pool, opposite the one I was sitting on. He was a tall guy, with long, dark hair and a slender body. He was dressed in a blue silk shirt and white cotton pants, brown deck shoes. He nodded at me, his handsome face reflecting the glittering waters of the pool. I nodded back, self-consciously folding my hands over my lap to cover up my bare cock.

“
I’m Ramon,” he said from across the rectangular expanse of lighted water.

I opened my mouth to respond. Then left my jaw hanging there, as Ramon stripped off his shirt, unbuckled his pants and eased them down, stepped out of his shoes. He stood there on the near edge of the pool as completely naked as I was, a starkly stunning sight to behold. His long body was burnished bronze, smooth as polished copper, his prick dangling long even soft over top of his shaven balls. He dove, splitting the water with hardly a splash.

I watched his lean form knife through the water below the surface, watching his butt cheeks clench and unclench as he kicked with his feet. He swam the fifty feet or so from the deep end to my end in a matter of seconds, then hit the wall right between my dangling legs and flipped around, swam back in the direction he’d come, still underwater.

The guy could hold his breath longer than a pearl
-diver. A talent like that could come in handy for other purposes, I mused, forgetting all about my recent spat with my boyfriend. I let my hands drift off of my lap, letting my cock rise up into the air, stiffening with excitement at the nude water follies Ramon was putting on for my benefit.

He popped up in the deep end, turned and looked at me, smoothing his shining black hair back on his head. He waved. I waved, wondering if I should go ahead and wave my dick at the guy; the thing was almost wagging as it was, my tongue hanging out.

Ramon slipped back beneath the waves he’d created, pushed off from the side of the pool and swam toward me again. I gripped the edge of the water tank with whitened knuckles, swinging my submerged legs as if they were bait for a shark bite, staring at that lithe, gorgeous body surging closer and closer to me under the crystal-clear water.

His hands touched the wall of the pool, in between my widened legs. I yearned to hook him with my feet before he swam away again. But he made that action unnecessary, when he took the bait of my wriggling toes, capturing my right big toe in his underwater mouth and sucking.

“Thar she blows!” I yelped, jolted by the warm tug on my toe.

The guy was sort of squatting down in the water, sucking on my big toe, looking up at me through the shimmering liquid. He sucked on my next toe, the next one, all the way down, and up, the line, pulling on my individual foot
-digits with his soft lips and hot mouth.

It was a feat worthy of any manmaid. My cock pronged out straight up in front of me, no hiding it now, no need to hide it now. It quivered in appreciation with what the manmal was doing down below. He plunged my entire left foot
-tip into his mouth – all five slender-stemmed, plumped-topped toes – and pulled on it.

I rocked back and forth with the wicked tug, loving it.

He performed the same luscious actions on my right foot, consuming the toes one by one, then all together. Then he squished my two peds together and gorged himself on the tapered pair both at the same time. All underwater!

It was an act fit for an adult San Diego aquarium. He
’d been under for at least two minutes, cramming his mouth full of my feet and sucking on them. He just about pulled me over the edge with his ardor.

And then, finally, he surfaced. He took one more pull on both of my peds together and then pulled them out of his mouth and pushed them apart and burst upwards out of the water, in between my legs. I was there to meet him, jumping down, into the water, into his arms.

We clutched each other tight and kissed one another. His body was slippery, supple, hotter than the water itself. We were up to our waists, perhaps over my head. I still had a so-called boyfriend inside, after all. But a man in the arms is worth two in the bathroom.

Ramon locked his mouth onto mine, his lips warm and wet, his arms strong around my torso. My hard cock pressed into his lean belly, and I could feel his cock bobbing up, nudging at my balls. His tongue swam into my mouth and snaked around my tongue.

We swirled out slick stickers together, entwining over and over. He moved his hips back, forward, pushing his now fully-erect cock against my cock. I moaned into his mouth, feeling that swollen shaft beating against my shaft. I wasn’t cooling down in the pool; I was heating up big-time.

Ramon pulled his head back, and his tongue started sliding out of my mouth. Not all the way, though, because I captured the glistening red appendage with my teeth, sealing my lips around it, sucking on it.

Ramon groaned, as I urgently tugged on his tongue as he’d tugged on my toes. He undulated his hips underwater, thrusting his cock against mine, the hardened pair of us rubbing together. It felt fantastic, out there in the pool, under the rain, mano-a-mano, dong-to-dong.

Ramon reeled his tongue back in, leaving me gasping like a fish out of water. He cupped my pecs, squeezed them, setting my chest ablaze. Then fanned the fire with his tongue, as he dipped down in my arms and flogged first one of my nipples with his agile mouth
-organ, and then the other.

I groaned and tilted my head back, the lash of the man
’s bud-beaded tongue making my nipples buzz with delight. They went near-rigid as my cock, as Ramon teased them higher and harder than they’d ever been with his flicking and swirling tongue.

He painted my pebbly areolas in sweet rotation. Before nipping a nipple with his sharp, white teeth and biting into it, pulling on it.

I gripped the man’s buff shoulders, as he stretched my nipples out to the snapping point, my mind having snapped long previous. Then he was bobbing lower, underwater, in line with my periscope. He gripped my hips and inhaled my hood.

“
Yes!” I gasped, jolted up in the water by the heated impact of his mouth on my cock.

He was completely immersed again, just some of his hair stranding out on the surface. He sucked on my knob, pulling on it with his lips, mouth enveloping the chewy meat. I stared down at him in the churning waters, getting eaten alive, so wanting him to devour me whole.

He devoured me, swallowing my cock. Almost right to the waterlogged balls. Blissful sensation flooded my body, as Ramon moved his mouth down my shaft, inhaling my prong. I shook on the end of his lips, locked down in the cauldron of his mouth.

It was exquisite, exhilarating. I plunged my hands down and gripped the man
’s head in the water, as he moved that head in my hands, sucking on my cock. I quivered like my dick in his mouth, feeling the glorious tug all through me. The guy knew how to swim, the guy knew how to suck, like a fish to water.

He bobbed back and forth, wet
-vaccing my straining dong. I clung to him, adrift on a sea of sensuality, immersed in eroticism. It was all I could do to not spout off right then and there.

He disgorged me and shot up into my arms again, gasping for air. I gave him air – from my mouth to his – kissing the beautiful cocksucker,
Frenching him. He towed me sideways over to a water jet. Then positioned himself against the rushing water, cock-first.

“
Fuck me!” he breathed, looking back at me, his deep, brown eyes shining.

I gripped his waist with my left hand, my submerged log with my right. He sluiced his hands back in the water and grabbed onto his butt mounds, pulling them open, giving me clear aim at his asshole. I rubbed my cockhead over the smooth, taut skin of his buttocks, the backs of his straining fingers. And then I dove in headfirst – in between his spread cheeks, impacting his asshole.

He and I both jumped. Then I jammed, shoving my cap deep into his manhole. My shaft sunk into his anus like an oil drill into the seabed, without spilling a drop of pre-cum.

I gripped both his hips and thrust inside the man, his bung swallowing up my cock. Until I was embedded in his sinkhole, buried in his butt.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” he moaned. His hands were off his ass and gripping the edge of the pool now, his cock taking the gushing water jet full foreskin.

I pumped, sliding my squeezed
-tight dick back and forth in his chute. Faster and faster, flinging my hips into the aquatic sexing. Until I was absolutely cornholing the guy, driving his ass, plundering his anus. The sucking pressure almost gave me the bends, the heat just about melting my snorkel.

“
Fuck, yeah!” I gritted, absolutely foaming the waters.

I pounded into Ramon
’s bung, bouncing my thighs off his buttocks, making them and me and him shiver. My cock went numb-hard in his ass, spearing over and over and over, my flapping balls tightening, tingling ominously.

Ramon was pushed right up against the water jet, shuddering in rhythm to my frantic analizing. Then he jerked with more than my mania, and cried out. He was coming, spurting his joy into the jetting water, driven into the deep end of lust by my blistering butt
-fucking.

I slammed him in a frenzy, reaming his chute with a savage intensity, tearing the guy a new one.
“Sweet Jesus!” I hollered, jerking, spouting my own spray.

I almost flew up out of the pool on the end of my spurting cock, sailing ecstatically. I filled Ramon
’s ass to overflowing, coming and coming and coming in the frothy waters.

I met back up with Glen inside the party house. He was apologetic. But I brushed him aside with one hand while I led Ramon up the stairs with the other. A nice hot shower was just the thing to wash away all that chlorine after so long in the pool.