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Sex at the Mall
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
"The Burlington Mall Experience"
by
Brown Eyes
Driving back from Burlington to Framingham this Friday
afternoon, I put on the radio and heard the temperature - 102
degrees. We were in the middle of a heat wave that made everyone
feel like moving to Alaska. I had the air conditioning on high as
I pulled onto 128 South, but the heat made the inside of the car
feel like a pressure cooker. Unfortunately, there was an accident
on the highway, and all the cars were backed up. I had to turn the
air conditioner off (so the car would not overheat) and open the
windows.
Traffic was at a standstill, and even with the windows open,
there was no small breeze of air to break the heat of the 3PM sun.
I pushed the car into neutral and laid my head against the back of
the seat. I knew that I had to conserve energy to keep cool, so I
closed my eyes and started to breath normally. It was so hot that
my thoughts began to wonder into a daydream - but this was not a
fantasy, it was an account of the activities that I had just been
a part of at the Burlington Mall.
CHAPTER ONE: Breaking up the day.
It was Wednesday, and as hot as a whore's cunt. I decided to
take the day and spend it sitting in my air conditioned room in
front of the computer. I must have logged into every BBS in
existence around the country when I finally logged into one of my
favorite Boston boards. I was relieved when I saw one of my old
friends online. We entered chat immediately.
Steve was at work, and we had not seen each other for a few
months. We typed away on the computer and then discussed having
lunch together later in the week. Friday was a good day for both
of us, and since he worked in Burlington, I agreed to meet him at
the Burlington Mall at 12:00 Noon. I asked him to confirm the next
day, and then we jumped offline. I wrote in my appointment book:
"Lunch, 12:00, Steve, Burlington Mall, BayBank machines."
The next day, I logged in and received an e-mail message:
"Brownie - looking forward to lunch tomorrow at the Mall - can't
wait to see you again - maybe we can rent a motel room? Love
always, Steve." The thought of seeing Steve again made me quiver.
He was married, had two kids, and was the epitome of a family man,
even down to the clandestine rendezvous that we had three months
ago - complete with pictures of the wife and children.
I thought back to that time we had shared and smiled from ear
to ear. it was like being in bed with a wild animal who had not
eaten for months, and I did not mind being the food to satisfy him.
I still believe that I have a few burns on my inner thighs where
his mustache was grinding into me. That was one night that I shall
never forget. Of course, a repeat performance might be
entertaining, but that first time was the height of ecstasy.
That night, I tried to go to bed early so that I could
accomplish all the errands that had to be done before I drove north
to meet Steve. I closed my eyes and tried, but the image of his
throbbing cock made me feel more and more awake. The sheet over my
groin began to rise and I knew that I could not wait until another
14 hours to release my passion. Tempting as it was, I resigned
myself to waiting - knowing that good things come to those who are
patient. When I awoke, my balls were swollen, and the muscles in
my stomach were in knots.
I got out of bed and took a cold shower to calm myself so that
I could carry out the tasks scheduled for this morning. The cold
water fell on my body and became instantly warmed by my burning
flesh. As I soaped myself, I ran my hands and fingers over ever
inch of my chest and legs, avoiding the crucial areas. I knew that
the slightest touch would set me loose, and I did not want to waste
any chances to give Steve all that I had.
The events of the day went quickly, and I pulled onto the Mass
Pike heading for 128 at 11:15 AM. By the time that I arrived at
the entrance to the mall, it was 11:45 AM. Fifteen minutes early
was just good enough to sit down, have a cigarette, watch some of
the people in the stores, and mentally prepare for the afternoon
of delight. The entrance that I needed to use was blocked off, and
there was a sign telling me to enter the mall through Jordan Marsh.
I walked through the store and received many complimentary
stares. I guess that the white shorts, blood red tank top, and knee
socks were a good combination. I knew that I wanted to look good
for Steve, and this was the confidence builder that I needed. As
I exited the store into the mall, my eyes widened. I had forgotten
about the construction that was started about a year ago.
The entire inside of the mall was covered in scaffolding, and
cluttered with heavy machinery. Aside from the inanimate objects
that possessed most of the space, there were construction men that
went along with the equipment. As far as my eyes could see, the men
milled around carrying various objects such as tools, and planks,
and blueprints.
If this was not the crowning glory to the already burning
desire that was inside me, I do not know what could have been. I
made my way to the BayBank ATMs to wait for Steve. On the way, I
took careful notice of all the renovations and the people who were
working on them. Steve was in for a LONG session of animalistic
hedonism due to the sights that I beheld.
I sat against one of the pillars that surrounded the area. I
watched carefully for Steve, anxious for his arrival. I wanted to
skip lunch and run right over to the Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge
across the street and release the desires and feelings that I had.
It was 12:10PM and Steve had not yet arrived.
CHAPTER 2: A change in plans.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was 12:15PM now. Steve
could have been late, but at this point I did not care. It was
Friday, and as we all know, pay day. It was also lunch hour, and
the construction men took the opportunity to go to the bank and
either deposit, or cash, the checks they had just received. I found
that where I sat was the prime vantage point for the ensuing parade
of studly hunks.
It was like attending a fashion show. Almost every man in the
mall walked down the corridor, past me, and to the ATMs. Each one
holding check in hand, and hurrying to get money for lunch. As they
passed by, I made my visual inspections of each one. Each possessed
unique merits, and I had never seen such a multitude of gorgeous
males before in one place.
Because of the intense heat that day, the dress code was
uniform. Each one wore cut off denims, and either a half tee-shirt
or a sweat-top with the sleeves cut to the shoulders. I was
expecting to see at least a few men who were older, or had the
paunchy physiques of a tired manual laborer, but not one of them
matched that description.
The other oddity that I noticed, was that as I semi-cruised
the stream of studs, at least HALF cruised back! This had to be my
imagination, so when they finished their business at the bank, I
once again looked intently at them. They also cruised me, and I
knew that it was not a hopeful fantasy, but the real thing.
As the procession waned, I looked at my watch to see how late
Steve was. It was 12:45PM and he was no where in sight. My heart
sank as I realized that he had stood me up - but was confident that
he had a good reason. There would be no way that he could miss the
meeting that we set up intentionally, for he was as excited as I
was to be together again.
Figuring that the date was cancelled, I proceeded to look for
a telephone to call my answering machine and check for a message
from him. On the way to the phones, I noticed that the construction
had halted, and the crews were lining the corridors, sitting
against the walls, eating and talking. I felt wonderful as I passed
by and received a few looks, a few smiles, and two comments about
my tight ass.
I located the row of telephones and called my machine. There
was a message from Steve. "Brownie, sorry for not showing up. The
boss was in a rampage and we all had to skip lunch today. I hope
you get this message before you wait too long for me - I really
looked forward to being with you again. Maybe we can reschedule for
next week?"
CHAPTER 3: Nature calls.
After getting the message from Steve, and sitting in the mall
for an hour, I was thoroughly depressed. I wanted so badly to see
him, and needed this time to express my natural needs with another
man. I decided that it would have to wait until we could see each
other again, but this was not a happy thought. I now had to head
back to Framingham and the long drive was not a happy thought
either. Before I departed, I had to make a "pit stop" in the men's
room.
I made my way to the Food Court of the mall, and found more
of the construction workers lining the corridor. They looked hot
and sweaty -just the way I like them. Many of them had removed
their shirts to battle the heat - the only reason that I was
thankful for the high temperatures that day. I wandered through
the center of the area and headed for the back exit where the
bathrooms were located.
Walking into the bathroom, I noticed that I was alone, which
surprised me due to the multitude of people in the mall at that
time. I went into a stall and sat down, preparing for the long
drive ahead. I looked at the walls of the small cubicle and noticed
that most of the writing was washed off, but there was some new
writing on the left wall. "Hot cock sex is the greatest!", "BWM 31
seeks young studs for J/O call 478-XXXX.", "I need my 8 1/2 inch
cock in a guys mouth.", "I like to get fucked. If you like to fuck,
meet here 8/12 at 1:00".
I was always an aficionado of t-room poetry, so this was
nothing special to me. The last one though, set off a flag in my
mind. I looked at my watch and saw that it was time for that
anonymous person to arrive. I figured that it was bogus - as many
of them were, but the thought of his arrival still entertained me.
During the time that I pondered about what the author of this
message looked like, the door to the bathroom opened, and someone
entered. I heard the footsteps approach the stalls, and without
hesitation, the other customer occupied the stall next to me.
Listening intently, the sound of a belt being unbuckled, a snap
being opened, and a zipper being drawn down, filled the porcelain
chamber. I saw his pants drop to his ankles under the partition
and his right foot positioned itself close to the imaginary line
that separated the floor space between the two enclosures.
I never could be accused of having a foot fetish, but in the
time when I cruised t-rooms, there is an amount of proficiency one
develops when watching the feet of the man next to you. I tend to
scale and calibrate the amount of space that the foot moves against
the tiles in the floor. This way, along with the amount of upward
and downward tapping movement, one can generally ascertain the
intentions of his neighbor.
This one was different. The lighting in the room was such that
my vision was impeded, and I could not tell exactly by the size
and shoe type what the age of my assumed partner would be. This
added a sort of mystery to the situation that made my cock grow
hard. Of course, at this point in the day, that was not a difficult
feat to achieve.
My mind raced with the probabilities that this was the same
man who wrote the invitation on the wall, and my ears and eyes
became open with anticipation of any signs that I may receive. The
tension was building and I heard only silence and saw no motion.
Suddenly, my heart stopped as the foot began to move. Slow tapping
at first, no sound. Then a slight shift toward my side, then a
click of the heel.
That was all the information I needed and quickly deciphered
the code that was transmitted to me: "Wanna play a game?" The foot
remained still for a few moments, awaiting a reply to the message.
I, of course, responded in the same code - Tap, tap, tap, slide,
click - connection made. I wanted a 9600 baud transfer at this
point, seeing that my balls were aching with anticipation, and I
figured that we would not be alone for long.
I got my wish - I felt and saw the intruder's foot approach
mine and place itself against my own. The pure excitement of the
moment could have caused me to cum, and the slight physical contact
sent electric shocks up my leg. The foot retreated quickly as the
sound of the outside door opening reverberated on the smooth white
walls. Two men entered. Both talking at the same time.
"It's hot out there - CHRIST! How do they expect us to work
in heat like this?" "I dunno, good thing we ain't workin' tonight.
Ya know, some of the guys gotta stay after for closing up,
security ain't comin' in today." The faucets were turned on and
there was no doubt that the two gentlemen were washing their hands
after lunch. They left the bathroom and the door shut behind them.
I wanted to speed up the activities that were taking place
between myself and my suitor, so I hastened to pull up my shorts
and exit the stall. I figured that if I stood at the sinks long
enough, he would eventually come out - then I could make contact,
and see if he was someone that I wanted to get involved with. I
turned on the water and washed my hands. My eyes kept darting to
the space under the stall where I could see the feet of my would-
be partner. I waited for two minutes until I saw motion.
CHAPTER 4: Hand/eye coordination.
The door of the stall finally opened. It seemed like an
eternity until my prey exited into the sink area. I turned and
glanced at him quickly, making sure to obviate the need for
informality, and scoped his entire frame. I turned toward my task
at the sink once again and waited for him to approach. Thinking
about what I saw made me wonder.
He stood no more than 5'6", with straight blonde hair cut in
the antiquated "bowl style". Age, approximately 19, weight, 145-155
pounds. Small features, and a feminine stance. DEFINITELY *NOT* my
type at all. But, what the fuck? I was horny, and so was this kid.
Beggars can't be choosers, right?
I figured that I would let him get a good look at me, and if
he liked what he saw, or at least settled for a few minutes of fun
if he did not like me, he would approach me at this point. I shut
off the water and made my way to the hand dryer. He was standing
next to the machine on the wall, so as I ran my hands under the hot
stream of air, I looked intently into his eyes, not paying
attention to what I was doing. He, in turn, looked into my eyes,
and I knew at this point that he was ready for action.
The hand dryer shut off automatically. I rested my left elbow
on top of the unit and moved closer to him, pinning him against
the wall. He seemed frightened by my blank expression and open
glare. "So, I guess you're here for the same thing as me, huh?"
His eyes moved around my face as I spoke, and upon my last word,
he tilted his head slightly to the right and furrowed his brow.
"Don't play stupid, it's too late for that." His actions were
the same as I placed this sentence in front of him. At that moment,
I backed off, realizing that he did not understand me. I stepped
backward a few inches and looked at him. He straightened as I
retreated, and I saw him relax slightly. It was apparent to me at
this moment that I was dealing with a deaf boy.
From my limited training in sign language, I finger-spelled
my name, and then the word: "Hi." He smiled as I did this and
returned the salutation in the same manner. Connection made -
handshake complete. I made the sign for "Sorry." and smiled. He
quickly signed to me, which I did not understand, but from the
facial expression understood that he was not offended. This made
me even more relaxed around this young man.
The door to the bathroom opened, and three men entered. More
of the construction workers from the inside of the mall. We both
looked at them, and placed ourselves in a non-threatening position,
far enough away form each other as not to be obvious. We continued
to sign to each other, and I found out that his name was Chris. The
three men in the room, watched us as they used the urinals.
"Hey, Bill - look at the two deaf guys. They're talking in
that sign language stuff." "Yeah," said one of the others, "we
could probably insult the living shit outta them and they wouldn't
even hear it!" "YO! Cool down, Bobby, that ain't nice." was the
response from the remaining man. I, of course, knew what they were
saying, but did not let on that I could hear them. In a slow
process, I informed Chris about the conversation behind us. He
smiled as I proceeded to interpret the comments for him.
"Hey, Dave - you sweet on 'em, eh? Why you stickin' up for
'em?" "Fuck off, Chuck. They're probably nice kids. Leave 'em
alone." The man who said that had the protective sound in his voice
of a father that is shielding his children. Then Bill spoke again.
"I wonder if they fuck like normal people?" "I dunno, why don't you
fuck them and find out, faggot." was the retort from the man in the
middle.
My translation of the conversation was crude, but Chris
understood, and he began to grin from ear to ear. I decided to
scare the piss out of them so that they would leave us alone to
get on with business. I slowly turned around and faced the first
man who had spoken. "You gonna stand there with you dick in your
hand, or can you prove that you know how to use it?"
All three men stood straight up and glared at me as my voice
echoed though the room. Surprise was not the term that I would use
to describe the expression on Chuck's face, but for lack of a more
intense adjective, it will do. "Holy shit! Hey, sorry about that
man. Didn't mean it. I thought you were deaf. OH CHRIST! I'm really
sorry." The other two, Dave and Bill, began to laugh.
CHAPTER 5: Revelations from the crew.
I stood motionless, Chris behind me, looking at Chuck. "So,
I asked you a question. Do you know how to use it, or are you just
another big talker?" Dave and Bill began to shake feverishly with
laughter as I propositioned Chuck. "YEAH CHUCK - he asked you a
QUESTION. Answer him, Chucky, you afraid?" Bill had asked this
question in a taunting manner, obviously trying his best to annoy
his co-worker. "Oh, fuck you! What do ya think, I'm a fag or
something? No way, man. Like I said, sorry. I want to get outta
here." Chuck headed for the door.
Bill, who was closest to the exit stepped in front of him and
blocked his retreat. Then he said: "Hey, you asked ME if I was
sweet on them, but maybe YOU are.... go for it, dude!" Chuck tried
to get past Bill, but was unable to. "Come on, lemme out. I was
kiddin'!" He was noticably nervous at this point, and looked to
Dave for support. Dave was not amused anymore, and looked at him
in a stern manner.
The tension built to a point where the temperature was rising
in the confined space. I felt obligated to speak. "Hey, Chuck,
maybe YOU are the one who wants to get fucked! Huh, is that it?
Chucky wanna get FUCKED?" Wanna get your asshole PLUGGED? HUH? Come
on, Chucky, you know you want it." At this point, my anger was
rising, as well as my cock. Chris tapped me on my shoulder.
He signed to me: 'What is going on, I am missing this. Tell
me.' I turned to him and related the events that were transpiring.
During my dialogue, Chuck approached Bill to exit the room. Bill
pressed his back against the door, making it impossible to leave,
and also preventing any others from entering. Chuck pleaded to the
keeper of the gate, but to no avail. I finished my signing, and
turned once again to face the men.
"My friend here, Chris, says he likes you. Thinks you're cute.
He wants you to fuck him, but I told him 'no'. But, you know, I
think you owe him an apology. HE'S deaf, and you insulted him. How
can you make it up to him? I wonder.... hmmmmm.... perhaps you
could fuck him, but, no, I think YOU deserve to get FUCKED. So,
I'll make you an offer. I'm sure you're two friends here won't mind
while we teach you a lesson."
Bill and Dave looked at each other and smiled. Dave turned to
me, and with a wide-eyed expression said: "No, go right ahead.
You're right. Chucky needs to learn a lesson." He then faced Bill.
"Bill, don't let him out." Chuck had fear in his eyes, but a
nervous smile on his face. "Oh yeah, you guys are funny. Right!
Okay, game's over.... let's go." Bill and Dave remained motionless.
"Here's the deal, Chucky ol' man. You're gonna fuck Chris, but
at the same time, I am gonna fuck YOU. Sound good? I think that
should give you something to remember the next time you want to
make fun of someone who's handicapped." My words fell on Chuck like
a ton of bricks and his face dropped to a look of disbelief. Bill
and Dave smiled after I made my offer of retribution for Chris. I
turned and told Chris of my negotiations. He agreed wholeheartedly
and stepped forward toward the sinks.
As Chris approached the sinks, Chuck backed himself into a
corner. He was scared. It was four against one, and there was no
way out. I began to unbuckle my belt slowly, and Chris did the
same. Chuck was breathing heavily as he realized that the talk was
over and the action was about to begin. Chris dropped his jeans to
his ankles, and lowered his bikini briefs to the top of his thighs.
CHAPTER 6: Acrobatics in the T-room.
Chuck looked like a rodent in the corner avoiding a large
feline. He shook from head to toe, and his eyes were glazed with
the predicted tears that he would shed upon getting fucked. He
darted to the door, and Bill clamped his arms around him, spun him
around and held him tight against his chest. Dave approached him
and standing to the side, reached for his belt. Chuck began to
flail around and thrash his legs into the air wildly attempting to
break free.
Dave opened Chuck's shorts and pulled them down to his knees,
so that his motion was impeded. Bill covered Chuck's mouth with
his left hand fearing that he would yell out. The sight of his
bulge in his underware made me stiff as a rock. I wanted it now.
I wanted this guy, and the thought of his two friends watching made
it even hotter. I had never had a virgin ass before, so this was
going to be a first for me that I would not forget.
The muffled screams of this large man were adding to the
forceful atmosphere that I had started, and Bill was tightening
his grip so that his captive could not move anymore. His underware
was lowered, and his cock pointed downward. I, even being naive,
knew that he had to get hard to fuck Chris. I thought fast, and
then motioned to Chris to approach this restrained man.
He obviously needed no further instruction as he fell to his
knees in front of Chuck and grabbed hold of the meat that hung
before him. The full nine inches could not fit in Chris' small
hand, but he compensated by running his closed fist up and down
the shaft. Upon the first touch, Chuck writhed to free himself,
but now Dave had his feet pinned to the ground. His sphere of
motion was critically impaired, and the silenced screams of terror
got no father than his eyes, which were shut tightly.
It took a few strokes, but his member began to stiffen. Chris
looked behind at me, and I smiled at his fast achievement. Longer
and longer it grew, as the sacks inside his cock filled with blood.
Watching this young blonde kid kneeling in front of a large
restrained hunk made my own blood flow and the throbbing in my
pants prompted me to unleash my one eyed monster for air.
Before I even got my shorts down, I saw that Chuck's cock was
stiff now, and stood straight up, with a small lean to the left.
Chris still ran his open fist along the shaft, and then pulled it
down so that the rod stood straight out from the nest of black
pubic hair at the base of his groin. Bill flexed his muscles and
grasped firmly onto his buddy as Chris lowered his ruby lips onto
the throbbing prick at his face. One fast tightening of the
muscles, a nasal whine and a final attempt to break free was the
only other movement and sound in the room.
The hungry mouth lowered as almost simultaneously, the muscles
in Chuck's body released. He became limp in Bill's arms and sank
down, breathing deeply. Bill whispered seductively into his ear:
"Now, doesn't that feel nice, Chucky? Huh? You like that? This kid
gives good head, huh? Yeah, he sure does, yeah, you like that,
don't ya? He knows how to suck cock. Let him suck on your cock,
Chucky, let him suck it good."
Bill's arms relaxed and Chuck remained motionless with his
eyes closed. Bill began to rub his right hand across Chuck's chest
from pec to pec, back and forth in an oval motion, increasing his
motion with each round to extend toward his stomach and the bottom
of the tank top. When he reached the end of the tank top, he slid
his hand underneath and reached up to Chuck's left nipple. I could
see his fingers pinching and pulling slowly and then he transferred
to the right nipple. Chuck's breathing slowed and began to get
deep.
Bill slowly removed his left hand from Chuck's mouth. He slid
his fingers down the powerful neck no longer supporting Chuck's
head which rested back against Bill's shoulder. Dave deftly
manoeuvered away from his position locking Chuck's feet to the
ground, and stood up. "I think he likes this Bill. Maybe we should
let him go, but stay against the door so no one comes in."
I stared at Chris' head moving back and forth as he pushed his
mouth along the meat he wanted inside him. The sound of his mouth
and lips sliding along Chuck's shaft along with the short grunts
and gags was the focal point that filled my mind. I wanted to join,
but at the same time, did not want to interrupt the motion.
CHAPTER 7: Up to four players can enjoy the game.
Chuck's eyes were still closed and beads of sweat ran down his
face. The heat was intense, and the five of us all being aroused
made the temperature even more unbearable. There was no ventilation
system in the men's room and the air was stagnant. The smell was
overwhelming, but exciting as well. It was the scent of men and all
of us breathed deeply to savor the aroma of lust and sexuality.
Bill had completely released his hold on Chuck, who stood
motionless enjoying the wet receptacle around his member. Suddenly,
both Bill and Chuck lurched forward, and Chris was thrust
backwards. There was someone outside the door trying to get in.
Bill's head whipped around and then he looked at me. "Uhhhh....
hold on.... ummm.... we're working in here. The bathroom's closed.
Sorry."
"Hello? The bathroom is closed? No one told me about that.
This is mall security. I should have been informed. Did they tell
you which other bathroom is open while you guys are working?"
"Uhhhhh..... no. Well, you see..." Bill was getting rather
nervous, and had not anticipated this turn of events. I quickly
took the lead, and said in a rather gruff voice, imitating my
vision of a repairman: "We won't be long. It's just a busted pipe.
Water all over. We can't let you in -
insurance problems. I'm sure you've seen this before. We'll tell
you when we get it cleaned up."
"Okay. Just come to the security booth and ask for Roger. Tell
me when you're finished. In the meantime, I'll put a sign on the
door and rope off the entrance. When you leave, just put them to
the side, okay?" He seemed to be waiting for a reply. "YEAH, okay.
Roger at security - got it. Right." I had tried to keep in
character while I sent him on his way. We all waited a few seconds
and then proceeded to look at each other.
Bill stared at me. Chris sat on the floor, confused since he
did not hear the conversation. Dave pressed his ear against the
crack of the door, listening for footsteps and the sign being
placed on the outside. Chuck just stood as if in a trance. I signed
to Chris to fill him in on the past few minutes. He understood, and
jumped to his feet. Bill had the look of indecision and I knew that
I had to call the shots.
Dave came away from the door and approached me. "He's gone.
I think we better split." "No way! We started this, we're going to
finish it!" I was determined to release the sexual tension that had
built up inside me for the past three days. Chuck stepped forward
awkwardly. "No, please not yet. It felt real good. Let this kid
finish."
"Chuck, we had a deal - it's gonna happen the way I told you."
I did not want to miss the opportunity to fuck the ass of this guy
who made my blood boil. I wanted so badly to probe his untouched
rectum with my ever swelling prick. I pointed to the sinks and
looked at Chris. He signed to me that he was nervous. I assured him
that nothing was going to happen and that we had made the guard
leave. I led him by the hand and positioned him over the sink.
His ass was bare and I removed his shorts from around his
ankles. I pushed his torso forward so that it was horizontal over
the faucets. His rear pushed out, and I swept my hand over his warm
buns. They were as soft as when he was born, and pale as boiled
white rice. His muscles were firm and showed the control that he
could exert over his bottom section. I knelt down behind him and
spread his ass cheeks. He had to be prepared for the following
events, and I was more than willing to undertake the task.
The three men watched as I ran my tongue over the two mounds
of flesh that encased his hot hole. I massaged the sides of his
legs and licked the crack in the center. I slowly moved my hands
to the insides of his groin, and then up the crack, separating his
young, soft, buttocks. Staring at me was the entrance to his love
canal. I flicked my tongue around the hole and saw it pucker with
every touch of my hot and moist probe.
I made sure to leave plenty of saliva in the area so that
Chuck would have no problem entering him. When he was wet enough,
I stood up, and found Chuck still erect and watching what I had
done. I walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulder. I
pushed him in Chris' direction and in a deep voice with no
hesitation instructed him. "Fuck that ass. It's waiting for you.
Plug his hole and ram it in."
Chuck stood behind Chris and looked at the young boy spread
before him. He viewed the hole that I told him to plug and his cock
stood at attention. I positioned myself against the opposite wall
to watch in full view as he prepared himself. Dave crossed the
room and stood next to me. He watched as intently as I did. Bill
remained at the door, still fearful that there would be an
unannounced intrusion. I looked over at him and asked him to come
over to our vantage point.
He joined us quickly and I could see by the lump in his shorts
that he also was excited. He made no attempts to hide his erection,
and stood on my other side. The three of us watched as Chuck placed
his left hand on Chris' back, his right hand around his cock. Chris
grasped onto the sink and prepared himself for the moment he had
been waiting for. Chuck moved cautiously toward him.
The sight was one that made all three of us lean forward in
anticipation. Chuck slid his prick toward the pink hole and
pressed deeply inside. He threw his head back as the feeling of
total envelopment reached his brain. The sound that ensued was one
of shear ecstasy and joy from both Chris and Chuck simultaneously.
The group of voyeurs that I was a part of breathed a sigh of relief
as Chuck buried the length of his manhood into Chris' ass.
It was not long until Chuck fell into the natural thrusting
motion that he knew so well from being with women. Chris' body
rocked back and forth as each thrust transformed his body into a
human receptacle. The rhythm was set at a slow pace so that both
men could enjoy the connection of their bodies. My groin was
vibrating with the thought of being the caboose of this linkage.
CHAPTER 8: The Engineer gets the track ready.
As Bill, Dave and I watched this ballet of human sexuality,
I saw Bill reached down and stroke himself through his pants. He
caught me looking at him and smiled. I raised one eyebrow and
smiled in return. My only thought was of entering Chuck's hole,
but this man looking at me seemed as if he was also looking for
action. "I'm open to share, if you're game." I said.
Without a word, Bill knelt down behind Chuck's thrusting ass
and pushed him forward into Chris, holding him steady. He spread
his hairy ass and began to lick furiously as if he had been wanting
to do this for weeks. He thrust his tongue deeply into the crack
and then sucked on the hole with a crackling sound. At the same
time, he stroked his cock through his pants. "Man, I've wanted to
eat this ass for a LONG time!"
I moved forward and held my cock out straight. "Get me wet.
I'm gonna fuck him now. I need it wet. Do it for me." Bill pivoted
on his knees and took me fully into his gaping mouth. I could feel
the warm spit running down my shaft as he carried out my orders.
He ran his tongue down my balls and then with one final stroke, he
lubricated my entire length. I pulled away, and steadied myself
into position.
My balls ached with anticipation, and seeing this construction
worker's ass in front of me put me into a frenzy. I knew that this
was a virgin ass, and that I had to go slow, so I took a deep
breath and moved in for the penetration. The tip of my prick
pressed up against his burning hole and I leant forward with slight
pressure to enter him. I could feel him shaking, but at the same
time, wanting me. I wanted to be inside him, deep inside him.
With every click of the clock, I applied more and more
pressure, deeper and deeper, inch by inch, I could feel the slick
track enveloping my cock. It was almost as if he drew me deeper
with sheer will, and as I approached the half way mark, he grabbed
onto Chris in front of him and held tight. Chris' breathing became
rapid, and I feared that he would come prematurely. Reaching
around, my left hand touched Chris' shoulder and he looked into the
mirror in front of him.
There are some advantages to being deaf, and one of them is
the ability to read lips. I slowly mouthed the words that I wanted
to say to him without sound: `Squeeze his cock in your ass....
HARD.' Chris looked at me and understood, lowering his head once
again, and bracing himself on the sink. Chuck emitted a low toned
growl and I knew that Chris had begun his task. As Chuck's cock was
put under pressure and the muscles in Chris' ass tightened even
more around the cock inside it, I could feel Chuck's ass release
and I plunged deep inside of him.
I wrapped my arms around his massive chest in front of me, and
held tightly. Savoring the feeling of warmth and security and the
idea of having my cock in a place never before touched my another
man gave me a rush of sexual awareness, and every nerve in my body
began to quiver. My pubic hair was crushed against his buns, and
I wanted to go deeper yet, exploring the inner depths of this
fantasy man.
Keeping my task in prospective, I remembered that I had made
a deal for the injustice that was directed toward my deaf
companion. Chuck had to feel the anger that I had stored inside me
and pay for his mistake. Although my selfish desire to fuck this
man was strong, the offer that I made was still in effect. I wanted
him to feel my wrath. Pulling my cock out so that only the very tip
was still inside him, I thrusted forward with all my strength.
I expected him to scream in pain as I rammed into him
intending to make him hurt. He did not fulfill my wish, but
accepted all of my manhood into him and at the same time took the
opportunity to writhe deeper into his own secure setting within
Chris. He wanted it rough, and I was willing to give him all I had.
My hands dug into his sides and with short and deliberate
movements, I pounded my cock into his ass. I pulled and pushed his
pelvis, controlling his movements into the blonde boy's body.
Within seconds, we had attained a rhythm that could not have been
choreographed any better. It was as if the three of us had been
doing this for eternity and it was the most natural motion in our
repertoire.
CHAPTER 9: Sandwich Deluxe.
The three of us were connected cock to ass, cock to ass. I had
never experienced this before, but it seemed incredibly easy. I
was becoming rough now, and controlling the three of us completely.
Chris was in his glory - having Chuck inside him, a 9 inch snake
nestled into his rectum. Chuck was getting the best of both worlds,
secure into Chris' tight warm hole, and me inside his virgin canal.
I, of course, had the power of the chain, and used it to my full
advantage, trying to coordinate all the pleasure for the group.
Bill still kneeled beside me, almost in awe of the events
transpiring. The look of his face was of amazement and envy. I
could tell that he wanted to be part of the action, but could not
find the last ounce of motivation and confidence that he needed.
That was my job, and I wanted to include him. "Bill, get between
my legs. Lick my balls. Lick them hard, and watch us fuck. Watch
us fuck each other. Up close.... do it. Suck on my sack."
My estimate of the incentive needed for Bill to participate
was incredibly accurate. Upon the last word falling from my lips,
he swung into action. He had completely forgotten that Dave was
watching all of us, and in the mirror I could see him stroking his
own meat. He was too new to the scene, and would never join in,
but the thought of this he-man looking at us entangled together and
preparing himself to shoot a load, made me even more excited.
I could feel Bill's tongue swabbing my balls, and each lick
was like a cooling fan prompting me to hold off ejaculation. Chuck
was loose now, and the traverse of my cock was smooth within him.
With every inch of entrance that I was granted, I pushed him to
the limit. He had to pay dearly for his actions. He was to be
punished. I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his head
backwards toward me. He opened his eyes in fear and whimpered
slowly, "More, please. Don't stop, fuck me more, please."
"I'd love to fuck you to death, Chucky. You're gonna get
punished for what you did. I'm gonna cum so deep inside you, you
won't forget it until the day you die. Pull out of the kid. Spin
him around and sit him on the sink. Go at it from the front. I want
him to shoot on your chest." Bill heard me barking at Chuck to
carry out my demands. I felt for the first time that my every order
would be obeyed. I dove deep into Chuck and held tightly.
When he pulled out of Chris, the thin blonde gasped for air.
Chuck wasted no time in lifting him off the ground and turning him
around. I could see the silent ecstasy as he faced me. His legs
snapped to his sides as he knew what he wanted. With one shot,
Chuck was in again, and pumping furiously. I matched the fury and
added to it. I could still feel Bill in a frenzy below me and
looked down to see him pumping his rod.
It was time to release, and I could no longer hold it. My balls
were swelling to a size that I had never felt before, and Chuck's
hot anus was eating my cock alive. From between my legs, Bill's
hot breath became rapid, and I felt him shudder. Like a lash of a
whip, a burning stream of cum hit my inner thigh, then again, and
once again. I felt it searing into my flesh. The feeling of Bill's
juices running toward my knees set me off.
My head was thrown back and I felt the rush of semen throughout my
groin racing into Chuck's body. My heart stopped, breathing was
halted, and every muscle in my body tightened as I thrust into him.
I could feel his sphincter close around the base of my cock,
strangling the flow of liquid, and retaining what had already been
deposited. Chris began to squeal as his own spurting began.
I watched as the thick stream of jism was propelled from his thin,
hard tool. It splashed against his face, his neck, his small
nipples, and continued to quiver and squirt onto his smooth
stomach. Chuck leaned forward and raised up onto the tips of his
feet, gaining momentum for the final thrust. He fell frontward into
his goal, and Chris grabbed his face and inserted his tongue into
Chuck's mouth. Chuck's body tightened and began to tremor as he
achieved orgasm.
In my mind I visualized the rush of cum from his cock, the
heat of his lust, and the acceptance of Chris' insides which waited
for the soothing flow of liquid. The deaf boy opened his mouth wide
and received Chuck's tongue as deeply as he could. The sight of
this made me continue to cum. It was like I had opened a faucet and
was draining the built up anxiety that had been trapped for days.
EPILOGUE: Of Greek Men, Boys, and Crowbars.
Simultaneously, Chuck, Chris, and I were draining our bodies
of the manly secretion of which life was dependant upon. Sound
and sight were not issues at this point - only the physiological
bond with which we were injecting each other. There were no longer
three people connected by sexual apparatus, but one mass of flesh
that was melting toward the ground, mixing into the amorphous glob
of organic matter.
We all remained still, savoring the feeling. I felt Bill move
to the side and then emerged from under us. He placed his hand on
my back, and caressed me with his thumb. "Hey, you did it. Chuck
learned his lesson. He needed that. So did I. I've needed this for
months. Thanks." I looked toward my right, into Bill's smiling
face. "Next time, YOU get the punishment Bill. Naughty boys need
to be taught a lesson."
My body was relaxed and the heat penetrated deep into my skin.
I heard the soft sounds of classical music cascading around my
ears. There was no breeze, there was no air, only the heat. My
watch beeped and I looked at it. 3:30PM on the head. I shifted the
car out of neutral and inched forward, closing the gap between my
car and the car in front of me. I glanced into the rear view mirror
and smiled at the man in the car behind me. If he only knew why I
was smiling so.
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