Текст книги "Rough Trade "

Автор книги: Todd Gregory

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Bobby may have been innocent, but he knew what was going on. His boss was paying to fuck him. Yet, that was fine with him. Bobby worked hard on the chores, feeding and exercising the horses, and was paid for that. Why shouldn’t he get paid to spread his legs for the boss? Especially since they both liked it so much.

But that was only to be the first of his new duties. Reggie began to show up at any time of the day, or night, and with a cool grin and wink offer the teen cowboy another bonus.

“How about a bonus boner up your tight hole?” Reggie chuckled as he entered the cowboy’s room above the stables in the middle of the night. Reaching beneath the young man’s blankets and searching out his hot ass, he dug into the snug cotton underwear until his hands were deep in the teen’s butt crack. With condom-covered dick he fucked Bobby’s ass for half the night.

He surprised Bobby out in the open, beneath the cover of the cottonwoods beside the creek that ran through Reggie’s sprawling ranch. Home early from the office in Houston, he discovered Bobby hard at work. Reggie shoved the lad down in the grass and lifted his legs to screw the living daylights out of him with his pounding cock.

Bobby always obliged, and always shot a load of his own when Reggie sprayed him with his juicy jizz. He loved the feeling of that dick stretching his tight hole, and the sight of Reggie’s big bone spewing milky cum all over him. The bonuses he received after these bouts of love-drilling were large, and Bobby felt as if he was adequately satisfying his handsome boss.

A few months passed before there was an alteration in their schedules. An added duty was imposed on the cowboy. He found himself entertaining young wealthy friends of Reggie’s on weekends. Bobby would be asked to take the young men for rides. At first he just assumed it meant with the horses. After he had taken a redheaded Houston acquaintance out on a sunny afternoon, they had returned to find Reggie waiting in the barn for them.

“Lance here is offering a real nice tip if you show him your other area of expertise.” The blond businessman smirked.

Before the innocent cowboy realized what was happening, Reggie had him stripped and crouched on his hands and knees in the straw.

“What a bubble-butt! How’s the cowboy’s asshole? Nice and tight?” Lance asked, his own clothing discarded alongside Reggie’s.

They took turns banging the sprawled cowboy, one hard dick after the other, complimenting Bobby on his tight sphincter and his beautiful big cowboy butt.

That was the beginning of a constant supply of young friends Reggie brought out to the ranch. Bobby always received a generous tip after the hard fuckings, which he didn’t mind at all. The truth was, he was in a constant state of expectation, never knowing when the next hard dick was going to ream his increasingly hungry butthole. Bobby understood what was happening to him, and he didn’t mind that at all either. He was becoming Reggie’s personal whore, and the boss was his pimp. The thought of it was nastily exciting. He trusted Reggie, and gave little more thought to it.

Bobby’s butthole was growing accustomed to all the dicks plowing it after a long hot summer getting fucked, yet it remained a tight slot for Reggie and his pals. Bobby had also learned to be more than obliging, waving his can in front of the men with unbridled enthusiasm, shooting his load even if they didn’t bother with his dick.

Reggie began to bring Bobby up to the main house and asked him to spend afternoons sunbathing and swimming in the spacious pool. He claimed he wanted Bobby to be tan, and he wanted him available in case they had company.

Bobby was out on the pool deck on a pleasantly warm September afternoon when he experienced his first gang-bang. He was half asleep, having worked hard all morning with the horses. Lounging by the pool, he was wearing only a small g-string that Reggie had laughingly insisted he wear when swimming. The strains of country music twanged from nearby speakers. A sudden commotion disturbed the cowboy, who glanced up groggily from his face-down position on a lounge chair.

Loud whistles greeted him as a half dozen young men in suits spilled out onto the pool deck. “You were right, Reggie, your young cowboy has the sweetest-looking butt in the south of Texas,” a tall dark-haired stranger commented, moving toward the awakening Bobby.

“But can he take dick up the ass?” Another sturdy-looking Houston businessman chortled, he too moving in on Bobby.

“What’s going on, boss?” Bobby barely had time to sputter as the men descended on him. Reggie was right there with them, and he was smiling down at Bobby, his soft expression putting the young man at ease.

“Open wide, Bobby. No sense talking when you can be earning your pay.” He chuckled. He was already fishing out his fat dong, and before Bobby could utter another word he was feeding it between Bobby’s lips.

Hands were all over the sprawled cowboy, hands on his back, his arms, his waist and thighs. His legs were pulled apart, and hands slid over his browned butt cheeks. More whistles accompanied the groping hands, and lewd jokes.

“What a pair of butt mounds. Smooth and clean, and wow! Get a look at that hairless little asshole!”

“Yeah! Finger that tight slot. Spread his butt wide!”

Bobby was grunting with the shocking abruptness of the experience, his thighs shaking, his body in sudden heat from the probing male hands all over him. Someone was prying at his bunghole with a pair of fingers, and now that he had some experience down there, he was able to lift his butt and unclench his hole to ease the violation.

He was rolled over onto his back by the myriad hands on him. His head hung down and Reggie’s dick slowly slid into his wide-open throat. Bobby snuffled over the big dick, tasting the copious supply of pre-cum that his boss fed him. At the same time his legs were held up and apart by stroking hands.

“Rubbers, dudes. Everyone put them on or there’s no cowboy butt for any of you!” Reggie laughed as the guests crowded around Bobby.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bobby saw suits, pants, and ties flying as the businessmen disrobed in a frenzy of lust for the hired hand.

A whole slew of messy lube was wiped over Bobby’s cowboy hole. The warm pit was almost immediately filled with another pair of digging fingers that were screwed around inside him in all directions, stretching his fucktunnel and teasing his prostate. Bobby was ready when the first dick entered.

“This teen hunk is not only damn handsome, like you said, Reggie, but he obviously likes his butthole poked. Look at the stiff whanger on him, y’all!”

Hands began to stroke and tease his dick, the tiny g-string he was wearing pulled to the side. His balls were tickled and teased along with his dick, and so many sensations were bombarding him at once that he couldn’t hold back. An eruption of juicy seed unloaded all over his chest.

“Hot damn! We fucked the jizz right out of him. I gotta come too!” someone yelled. Bobby was in a fog, his gullet stuffed full of Reggie’s fat throbber, his own dick spurting, and now a dick up his butthole was exploding with a load of cum.

“My turn,” someone else claimed.

Another dick entered, Bobby’s squishy hole wide-open by then. For a good half hour the six men took turns plying his sweet butt while he lay back and snuffled over Reggie’s throat-stroking meat. Reggie caressed the cowboy’s lips, cheeks, and hair while he fucked his face and encouraged his friends to fuck the young stud’s asshole. Bobby floated in a dream of male hands, mouths, and odors. All the while it was Reggie’s crooning voice rising over the others. Bobby had never yet felt so completely immersed in sexuality. He was an open pit for dick, and he held nothing back.

They were finally finished. Bobby was lifted up and dumped in the cool water of the pool. He was exhausted, but the water reinvigorated him and when he rose dripping and naked from the water, Reggie approached and hugged him close, pressing a goodly amount of hard cash into his hands.

“You did well, Bobby. I think I’ll swing a lucrative business deal now that my friends are in a good mood.” He slapped Bobby’s naked ass and winked.

Bobby felt great. The money was awesome, but Reggie’s appreciation was even better. He realized he was growing very fond of his boss.

The autumn approached and a string of clients moved through the ranch, Bobby taking the men out for rides on the Texas ranch. He always ended up offering his bubble-butt or his lush mouth, or any part of his body the men craved. He was the one fucked, and he did enjoy it. But when the last of the leaves were falling and December rolled around, Reggie sprang quite a surprise on his teen escort.

It was a bright day, crisp and cool, when Reggie ordered Bobby to saddle the horses up for three. Bobby was a little surprised when Reggie arrived with someone who had to be as young as Bobby. He didn’t look like the usual customer or business acquaintance.

“This is our new hand, Terry. He’s going to be helping you out around here. We’ll go for a ride and show him the place this afternoon.”

Reggie was grinning. He had a hand on the youngster’s shoulder, and for a brief moment Bobby was almost overcome with jealousy. Was he going to be replaced by this new youth as Reggie’s cowboy escort?

But then Reggie’s soft eyes met his. There was trust there, and a twinkling of humor. What was going on? Then Bobby had a flash of inspiration. Reggie was almost shoving the young man forward, as if offering him to Bobby. That was it!

Bobby suddenly smiled at the young cowboy, who must have been about the same age as him. Blond like Reggie, but with a buzz-cut that showed off a nice scalp and a plump, attractive face, Terry was staring with wide eyes at Bobby, as if he wanted to eat him up. Bobby glanced down at the cowboy’s crotch, and sure enough under his clinging jeans there was a growing bulge.

“Uh, hi, Terry. Saddle up and we’ll show y’all around.”

The three of them rode out over the ranch under a blue December sky. Their breath steamed in the air as they chatted amiably. It seemed Terry was from a small Texas town just like Bobby. He was anxious to please, and Bobby felt a sympathy for Terry replacing his earlier jealousy. When they reached the creek and a grassy knoll perfect for fucking, Reggie dropped down from his horse and nodded to Bobby.

By then the young cowboy knew his boss well, and he realized that showing the newcomer the ropes was something Reggie wanted to happen right now, right in front of him. Bobby grinned, the blond teen smiling back. They tethered the horses to the bole of a cottonwood, and Reggie stood aside and nodded to Bobby.

Bobby faced Terry. He grabbed the young cowboy by the shoulders and shoved him to his knees.

“When the boss has fellas here, you gotta treat them right. Get my drift, Terry? Let’s see if you can suck.” Bobby was laughing as he glanced over at Reggie, who was watching with interest.

“Test him out.” Reggie laughed back. “He’s all yours, and he is new to this.”

Bobby was suddenly possessed by lust. He gazed down at the young man who was shaking with nervousness, but grinning with an equally powerful eagerness. On the surface, nothing was any different. Bobby did what his boss asked, with whoever his boss asked him to. But a rush of blood to his stiffening cock and his flushing face warned Bobby there was a difference. Another change on the ranch was happening. Terry was it.

Before Terry could say a word, Bobby fished out his dick and stuffed it into the blond’s gaping mouth, knocking off his cowboy hat. Terry gagged a bit but then sucked Bobby’s prick right to the nostrils, reaching out and grabbing hold of Bobby’s sturdy hips.

Reggie had stripped quickly and was already stroking his own stiff dick as he watched the two young men go at it. Bobby enthusiastically face-fucked the cowboy Reggie had newly hired. He recalled all the times he had been in a similar position, only he had been the one on his knees. Bobby was so excited he could barely control himself.

Bobby shoved Terry back on the dewy grass, sprawling over him with his thighs on either side of the cowboy’s face, driving his dick down into the soft gullet of the surprised but willing youth. He reached back and stripped off Terry’s jeans and cowboy boots while Terry struggled and mewled and pretended to be reluctant. The look in his eyes told a different story, and the hard dick that Bobby found also revealed Terry’s true feelings. Bobby stroked the boner, playing with the plum head and working an ooze of pre-cum out of the slit. He got up and ripped his own clothes off, watching as the moaning cowboy on his back in the grass shook all over. Terry licked his lips as his eyes roamed over Bobby’s muscular body and tight hard ass. Terry reached up and grabbed the smooth asscheeks, his own lust now kindled to uninhibited heights.

“You might like that ass, but it ain’t for you today. I’m intending on showing y’all what you gotta do to please the boss and his buddies. So open up those legs and get ready for dick up the butt.” Bobby grunted, stroking his flushed dick over the cowboy’s face.

“We gotta do this for Reggie’s friends?” Terry began to question. But Bobby threw one of Terry’s legs up, exposing his hairless hole, and rammed a finger right up it. Terry moaned with both surprise and aching pleasure.

Bobby held the naked cowboy on his side, one thigh shoved toward his chest, Terry’s hard dick and dangling balls within easy reach, and his quaking assrim wide open for Bobby’s exploration. Reggie came over and bent down to squirt a stream of liquid lube over Terry’s ass crack, and then even rolled a condom over Bobby’s stiff dick for him. They exchanged a grin, then Reggie moved back and squatted on the grass to watch.

Bobby felt a rising sense of power possess him. He was in control of the young cowboy naked beneath him, even if Reggie was really in control of them both. His position on the ranch had changed again. Bobby’s gaze dropped down to Terry’s open ass.

Lube glistened all over Terry’s unblemished white butt cheeks. The small anus clutched tightly at Bobby’s fingertip digging into it. Bobby dug deeper, past the knuckle, then added another finger while Terry grunted and shook from head to toe.

“I’m going to fill your tight asshole with my hard dick, and you’re gonna love it, trust me,” Bobby said, gazing into Terry’s eyes.

“Yeah! I want your dick up my hole, fuck my tight ass,” the cowboy suddenly urged, a grin on his own face. Bobby grinned back. But his next action wiped the smirk right off the cowboy’s face. Bobby jerked his fingers out of the Terry’s clamping hole and replaced them with his stiff rod. Gritting his teeth against the spasms of Terry’s constricting ass lips, Bobby shoved, his dickhead entering, then his shaft right behind.

“YEAH! A tight asshole! What a ride,” Bobby yelled out.

But then Bobby felt a body behind him. The sight of the two young men about to fuck had proved too much for Reggie. He shoved his own hard, condom-covered dick up Bobby’s asshole even as Bobby was ramming deep into Terry’s hole.

Bobby was in heaven. For the first time he realized he was in love with Reggie, and was happy to have Reggie’s dick ramming his asshole. But the feeling of his own dick up a tight hole was something new and wonderful. They rocked back and forth in the grass, pumping and grunting, dick up squishy hole, while the December sun splashed down on them. The cold air could not compete with their hot young bodies and they soon grew bathed in lather. Reggie pounded up Bobby’s ass while Bobby drilled Terry under him. Finally Reggie shouted out his arriving orgasm.

As Reggie filled him with his heavy load, Bobby knew complete satisfaction. As he shoved his tongue between Terry’s sweet lips and felt Reggie’s lips on his neck, he realized his life was perfect. He blew up Terry’s ass as Terry’s dick spewed on Bobby’s belly.

Reggie left the two young cowboys to clean up, hopping on his horse with the cum drying in his underwear. “Expect company later this evening. Some acquaintances are arriving for dinner and I want you two to dress up in your best cowboy gear and join the party.”

When they were alone, Terry rubbed his sore ass and looked around. Bobby wondered what he thought of Reggie’s plans for the evening. He didn’t seem quite as naïve as Bobby had been when he first arrived at the ranch.

“This is some sweet setup.” Terry smirked. “Y’all got the best little whorehouse in Texas!”

Bobby realized it was true. He was a cowboy escort, or more correctly, a cowboy whore. His dick got hard again.

“You got that right. This is the best little whorehouse in Texas.” Bobby laughed as he slapped Terry’s naked butt and pushed him back down in the grass. He may as well take advantage of the new situation. With a growing bankroll under his mattress up in the barn, he wasn’t as naïve as all that.

Hiring David

Jonathan Asche

They hired David as an anniversary present to themselves. Some couples buy flowers and jewelry; Joe and Greg hired a whore.

David had an ad in the back pages of a local bar rag, under the heading “Models/Escorts.” Unlike the other men advertising in this section, David’s photo showed his face as well as his body. The photo in the ad showed him standing nude before the camera. David looked young (his ad stated he was twenty-four). His face was darkly handsome, his features suggesting Latin descent. He had an expression of someone who’d just experienced a sudden rush of pleasure, like someone started sucking David’s dick seconds before the picture was snapped. The body was athletic, toned muscles gleaming from an unknown light source, the glare muted slightly by the dark hair that covered David’s torso. His hand toyed nonchalantly with one of his nipples. His cock was strategically hidden by text. Joe and Greg wanted to see what was underneath the Helvetica Black.

David was expensive. Greg had to transfer money out of their savings account so they’d have enough cash to pay him. Remodeling their kitchen would have to wait.

The night David was set to arrive—Saturday at 8:00 p.m., the day after their anniversary, actually—Joe and Greg were a bundle of nerves. Though it seems impossible to believe, this would be the first time either of them had been with another man since they moved in together ten years ago. (That they had been together a decade astounded most of their friends.) The sex had always been good, but was becoming less frequent, and less interesting, over the years. Joe thought a three-way—with a stranger, an “escort”—might be just the thing to spice things up. No jealousy; just for fun. Ten years, they thought their relationship was secure.

When the doorbell rang at 7:58, Joe and Greg hesitated before answering it. It rang again. Greg answered it. Joe stood nervously behind his lover.

“Hey, guys,” David said casually. Like his face, his voice was Latin-flavored. “How’re you doing?” He was every bit as beautiful in person as he was in his ad. He was dressed simply but elegantly: white dress shirt, black jeans. A tad too much cologne, though Joe and Greg gladly overlooked this slight imperfection.

David held out his hand. Greg shook it and invited him in. He introduced David to Joe. Joe asked if David would like some wine. “Uh, sure,” David said, surprised by the offer.

David carried a black gym bag. “What’s in the bag?” Greg asked as he led David into the living room.

“Condoms. Lube. Toys, in case you guys are into that,” David said.

“I see,” Greg replied, trying to be casual. Then, desperate to get the matter out of the way, he said: “The money’s there on the credenza, in that envelope. The amount you said, on the phone.”

David only nodded.

Joe joined them with three glasses of Chardonnay. The glasses, cradled in his shaking hands, rattled and clinked so much it was a wonder they didn’t shatter.

Once the wine was distributed, Joe and Greg wondered how to proceed. They stood before David, hoping he found them attractive. Both men were appealing. Joe was the younger of the couple, thirty-seven, with sandy-blond hair, pale blue eyes, classic all-American-boy handsome. His body was nicely proportioned, sinewy muscles forming a pleasing array of ripples and curves. Greg was a well-maintained forty-two. His body was bulkier than Joe’s (he’d played football in college), but it was all muscle. His dark hair was turning silver (he was going to dye it, but Joe liked it how it was) and the lines around his mouth had deepened slightly; otherwise, there was little evidence of Greg’s advancing years. Also, regardless of his age, Greg had a great ass.

David did, in fact, find the men attractive. How they looked, though, was beside the point. This was a job. “Why don’t you guys get comfortable,” he suggested, setting down his glass of wine after only taking two sips. He started to unbutton his shirt.

Joe and Greg gulped down their wine and followed suit. Though the whole point of the evening was to get naked, they’d gotten dressed as if they planned to go out. They stripped like their clothes were on fire, getting down to their undies in less than a minute. David had just taken off his shirt. The chest and abs were even better in the flesh. “You guys want to do this in here or the bedroom, maybe?” he asked, slipping out of his shoes.

“Here’s fine,” Greg answered. Joe had to bite his tongue to keep from voicing his concerns about the upholstery.

Slowly, the pants came off. David unbuckled and unzipped while facing his clients, who were now sitting on the white sofa. He turned around, inching the pants down, showing off a little bit at a time, teasing his nervous johns with what was underneath. What was underneath was a smooth, firm ass, full and round, presented in a black jockstrap. Joe and Greg felt a twinge of excitement, making their hearts race and their cocks raise their sleeping heads.

Facing them now, David ran his hand down the center of his muscular torso, down to the bulging pouch of his jock. “You like?” he purred. Joe and Greg nodded. Their faces were now crimson. Their cocks were semi-erect.

“What did you guys have in mind?”

Both men were caught unawares by the question. Greg looked stunned. Joe started stammering: “Uh, um, well, we…we…um…”

“Suck your dick,” Greg blurted out. Now Joe looked stunned.

“That’ll work.” David grinned, slinking toward Greg. He straddled Greg’s legs, his packed jockstrap inches from Greg’s nose. “Go ahead. Take it out.”

His hand shaking, Greg reached for the jock, cupping the sizable mound. He rubbed his hand over David’s crotch, petting it. He looked up at the hustler, as if asking permission to go further. “Go on,” David encouraged.

Greg jerked the pouch of the jock to one side, letting David’s cock and balls spill out. The cock, still soft, was about seven inches, a few shades darker than his bronze skin, and cut. Greg didn’t need any more encouragement. His hand went to David’s flaccid dick, fondled it briefly, then he brought his lips to it.

“That’s it,” David sighed, thrusting his hips forward and running his hands through Greg’s salt-and-pepper hair. “Make it hard.” Greg’s tongue slithered along the underside of David’s cock. His lips closed around the shaft. His nose sank into David’s pubes. In no time, David’s tool was swelling inside Greg’s mouth.

Joe watched as his lover of ten years sucked David’s dick. Watched as Greg flicked the rent boy’s fat, blunt cockhead with his tongue. Watched as Greg licked this hustler’s weighty balls. Watched as Greg brought a hand around to the whore’s smooth bubble butt, Greg’s fingertips tracing the crack of his ass. As he watched, Joe burned with something other than lust.

“Hey, what’s with you?” David asked, bringing his hand—the one not holding Greg’s head in his crotch—to Joe’s chin. “You look like you’re being audited. We gotta do something about that.”

He pulled his cock, which was now hard and now nine inches, from Greg’s mouth. “Why don’t you stick that hot tongue of yours up my ass while I get your friend in the mood,” David suggested. With his eyes still glued to David’s gargantuan dick, Greg said sure.

They rearranged themselves. Greg got up, shucked off his underwear, and moved behind David. Greg’s cock was thick and drooling. He stood there stroking it while David got into position, kneeling in front of Joe, who sat sullenly on the sofa. “Why don’tcha take these things off,” David said, tugging at the waistband of Joe’s boxer-briefs. Joe took them off, glaring at his lover all the while. Greg didn’t notice. He was concentrating on David’s ass.

“Don’t worry,” David said, confronted by Joe’s semi-hard prick. “I’ll take care of you.” He took Joe’s cock into his warm mouth.

Kneeling behind David, Greg set his sights on the puckered delight waiting between those succulent globes. He dove between David’s butt cheeks, his tongue darting forward in search of the hustler’s asshole. He found it effortlessly, piercing it with his probing tongue. David pushed his body backward, pressing his ass against Greg’s face. Greg shoved his tongue deeper into David’s hole. David moaned, the volume muffled by Joe’s cock.

Joe still wasn’t getting hard. He just sat there, glaring at his lover munching on David’s ass. Greg caught a glimpse of Joe over the rounded peaks of David’s ass. He could tell Joe was brooding. “What’s the problem?” he snapped.

“Nothing,” Joe sniffed. “Don’t let me interrupt your fun.”

“What the fuck?” Greg sat back on his haunches. “This was your idea!”

“Well, it was a bad one.”

Joe pushed David away and stood up abruptly, his limp, saliva-soaked dick swinging between his legs. He started to reach for his underwear, but Greg stopped him, clamping a hand around his wrist. “No, you don’t! Don’t pull this shit. Not when this is what you wanted!”

“You seemed to want it more,” Joe said coldly. “You could hardly wait to start sucking his dick.”

“THAT’S WHAT WE HIRED HIM FOR! This is just for fun. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I know, but…I didn’t expect…You just forgot about me, like I wasn’t in the room!”

David was on his feet now, standing there, his nine-inch hard-on softening to seven and a half, as his clients re-evaluated their relationship. Partly it was professional pride that made David take control of the situation; a satisfied customer was a repeat customer. Mostly, though, it was the money. This night alone would finance a trip to Hawaii, and if things kept going like they were, he’d have to settle for a long weekend in Myrtle Beach.

“Guys, guys, guys,” David spoke up, raising his voice but keeping his tone soothing. He moved between them, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. Despite himself, Greg felt an electric spark from where David’s hand touched his skin. Joe felt it too; he was just too upset to acknowledge it. “We’re supposed to be having fun.” To Joe: “You call this having fun?”

“No,” Joe blubbered, looking down.

“No, it’s not fun,” David agreed. His hands moved off the two quarreling lovers’ shoulders, down their backs, his fingertips barely touching their skin but being felt with sledgehammer force. “Here you’ve been together ten years. That’s fucking amazing! That’s love. A little fun with an escort’s not going to change that. Why don’t you kiss and make up.”

Joe looked up at Greg. A wan smile pulled at his lips. “I wasn’t prepared for…that, that’s all.”

Greg put his hands on Joe’s narrow waist and brought him closer. Close enough for the hair on their chests to connect like Velcro. Close enough for their cocks to press together. All the while, David’s hands glided up and down their spines. “It’s okay,” Greg said, his voice low and sweet.

They kissed, their tongues pushing into each other’s mouths. The earlier jealousy faded, replaced by a raw lust—for each other. Joe and Greg pressed their bodies closer together, their hands groping wildly at the naked flesh they presented each other. Their cocks were now struggling to rise in what little clearance Joe and Greg allowed between their bodies.

David remained where he was, his hands still caressing, slipping deeper to trace the fuzzy lines of their respective ass cracks. His role in this had changed, and he adapted to that role quickly. “Suck his cock,” he whispered in Joe’s ear. “I want to see you suck his dick.”

Joe sank to his knees, his face sliding down the furry contours of Greg’s torso. Greg’s rod was hard once again, jutting up into the air, its thick, blue-veined shaft throbbing. This hard-on was for Joe and Joe only. A viscous drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit, leaving a shiny trail as it crawled down the underside of the shaft. Joe moved to catch that drop of juice, stopping it in its tracks at the base of Greg’s cock, just before the beginning folds of his nut-sac. His tongue traced the path of Greg’s salty juice, all the way up to the pulsing crown. His lips closed over Greg’s cock. Greg gasped, grabbing two fistfuls of Joe’s sandy-blond hair and sending his dick deeper into his lover’s warm mouth.

“That’s it, suck it. All the way down your throat.” It was David speaking, his voice a barely audible whisper. He’d removed his hand from Joe’s back, needing it to stroke his cock, now inflated to its full size.

Joe’s lips traveled up and down Greg’s cock. His tongue prodded the head. The walls of his mouth closed in around the shaft. Each time he nosedived into Greg’s pubes, Greg felt a wave of pleasure—like the last wave of pleasure, only more intense. Until it was starting to get too intense.

Not saying a word, Greg reached down, hooked a hand under Joe’s arm, and tugged upward. Joe got the hint, reluctantly got to his feet. They shared another long, probing kiss, Greg tasting the subtle flavor of his pre-cum in Joe’s mouth, then moved to the sofa. David moved the coffee table out of the way and sat on the floor so he could get a good view of the action.

With Joe sitting on the sofa, Greg moved on top of him, half kneeling, half lying on him. They kept kissing and groping. Greg was humping his lover, his ass rising and falling. His cock was rubbing back and forth against Joe’s cock, creating a tingling friction. He started moving lower, nibbling Joe’s neck, dragging his tongue into the divide of Joe’s firm pecs, stopping to chew on a hard brown nipple. Then he kept going down, down to Joe’s dick.