I stared, rapt at the junction of lips and cock shaft as the stubbly cheeks swelled and collapsed, tongue circling beguilingly around the veined velvety hose fully erect and building to its pleasure and mine. I caressed my swollen shaft in my shorts, building again to the plateau, tantalizing myself with aching balls and tortured cock as the precum soaked my boxers. I had jacked and held, jacked and held, jacked and held eight times now as the man now sucking had delivered his load to his friend and then knelt before him to give a perfectly lit, perfectly timed blowjob, letting me see every detail as the hose went semisoft to rigid and pulling back at the last second to hold only the head in his mouth as the high-definition recording caught every pulse pumping juice down into the swallowing mouth, the image filling my screen in detail I had watched constantly since discovering it a month before.
The cock was gorgeous, perfect, slightly curved and deeply veined, eight inches and topped by a perfect fire helmet in purple. Other clips showed it shooting its pearly juice up to its owner’s chin, thick and viscid streaks matching my own as I matched pump with pump and stared at the visual expression of the sensations in my loins, imagining it was my own cock finally visible from outside me as I pleasured myself, but the film I was watching now, the highlight of half an hour of gay joy, was the pinnacle of my collection. All I knew in the flesh was my own flesh, my throbbing joy spraying above my pistoning fist, as I so often stared at my ever-stiff friend delivering me bliss as I dreamed of finding another young man to celebrate our manhoods with; this video let me see what I was missing in maddeningly seductive detail.
The twitches started that I had memorized long before, and I withdrew my hand from my shorts as the first pulse caused the cock to stiffen even further as the underside bulged with its slurry; I watched as pulse after pulse flooded through the lips locked tightly under the flange, scrotum tight and crevassed as the juicy plums inside released their seeds. I sighed as the cock slowly went soft, a drip draining from the corner of the mouth when it reluctantly released its sensitive toy. I backed up the film to watch the process again, vowing to hold off until the twelfth repetition this time, when the klaxon slammed into my lust-drenched brain, making me go semisoft almost immediately as I stared around at the empty computer lab and grabbed my bag, shutting off the computer and sighing as I walked gingerly outside into the deep summer night.
I had come back from a week-long camping trip where I slept in a tent with three other guys, leaving my balls sore from all the juice they had to store; pretending I had to study for a probability and statistics test, I had been looking forward to a slow, prolonged release of what felt like a quart of cum, and now I had to wait again until I could get alone. I looked at the clock, 11 PM, and sighed again; while I had planned not to drain myself until midnight, I preferred to do so at my own pace.
As I passed another lab, he came out. We nodded at each other and I saw him blush as red as I felt I was. A month before, I had peeked in a computer lab at 2 AM and seen him staring fixedly at something that cast a fleshly light on his face; he was of course seated in the corner so that no one could see his screen, and in a fit of voyeuristic curiosity had snuck outside to the window next to him, inching slowly until I could see the screen with its pulsating cock being sucked by its own owner. I inched a little further and saw him stroking his solid cock, perhaps six inches long, and waited for a minute until it sprayed hot and sticky into a handkerchief at the same time the man on the screen drained and swallowed himself. I pulled back and slid away, fascinated by the sight but guilty at my voyeurism, and afterwards watched him from afar, wondering how his cock would feel in my hand and then my mouth.
We walked side by side and out into the summer dark, the warm moist air enveloping me like a second lust. After a moment he seemed to gather his courage and said, “Hey.”
“Hi.”
“Carl.”
“Bob.”
“Working late?”
“Yep. You?”
He nodded as if dry in the mouth and I asked, “You a freshman too?”
He nodded again and asked me about classes. We talked for ten minutes as the twelve or so of us in the computer building milled around waiting for the firemen to come check about the alarm, probably set off by some drunk moron, and then he said, “I need a drink. Want a beer?”
“How do you know I’m not an undercover alcohol narc?”
“You seem too normal for that.”
“What if I am though?”
“Maybe I am and I’m just entrapping you.”
“I’ll chance it.”
He nodded again and we walked to his dorm, a small one with a few lights on, and as we entered the side door he stopped, puzzled, and looked at an open door at the base of the stairs. “Wanna explore?”
“Okay,” I replied, eager for something a hell of a lot more intoxicating than beer. We snuck down quietly into the subbasement and walked to a room at the end where a boiler and a lot of pipes filled half the room; a low-wattage bulb shone behind the door into the lit half of the room, but otherwise the room was in darkness. We peeked around the boiler set-up until suddenly we heard a door close and two pairs of footsteps come down the hall toward us. We ducked behind the pipes at the edge of the boiler, where we were hidden in deep shadows, and crouched so as not to be caught trespassing, and the thrill of danger aroused my unsettled lust as my stomach clenched and my loins trembled. I listened and heard that his breath was as ragged as mine until it stopped as the door opened.
We held our breath as a maintenance man came in, probably forty or so, with another man, perhaps thirty or a little younger, black and tall and nervous, his slacks forming a massive tentpole. “Still willing?”
The younger man nodded nervously, and the maintenance man put his right hand on the wall behind him and leaned in to caress his face with his left hand.
“You know you want it. No one will know.”
He nodded and ran his hand up and down the maintenance man’s sleeve, and the maintenance man intoned quietly, “You’ll love it. A man knows best how to please another man. You think about it all the time, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“You watch it on computer every night, you said…”
He nodded.
“And you can’t stand not knowing anymore…”
He nodded again.
His hand had descended down the younger man’s body, and now hovered above his belt buckle. “Nervous? Scared?”
He nodded and whispered, “I’m not sure…”
The maintenance man leaned in and whispered, “It’s just flesh, you know. You touch your own flesh all the time.” His fingers sank a little lower, and he continued, “Your own solid, throbbing flesh. While you imagine holding another man’s flesh. It’s just flesh, all of it. Is it wrong to hold your own flesh?”
“No.”
“So this won’t be wrong.”
In response, the younger man ran his fingertips up his sleeve to his chest and down to his belt, staring into his eyes as his last qualms faded into irrelevance in the moment at hand, and he gasped as his new friend reached down to grasp him firmly and explore his mere flesh. They soon had unbuckled and were turned so that we could see their cocks straining toward each other, one ebony, the other a dark tan, both fully erect and throbbing, each man touching the other’s cock lightly with their fingertips as they leaned in for their first kiss.
The maintenance man was patient but firm as we heard him whispering, “So long, so hard. Feel my fingers on you.”
The younger man grasped his cock firmly and looked down to stare at the new toy in his hand, seven inches of lightly throbbing flesh, his own eight inches quivering in sympathetic response, and as his new friend stroked him firmly, his resolve rose. The maintenance man watched him eagle-eyed until he seemed satisfied with the low boil the younger man was in, and he then leaned over and licked the tip of the cock jutting up to him. The younger man leaned back to rest his shoulders against the wall and stared down at the tongue slowly circling the head.
I looked over into the darkness to see Carl staring raptly at what I wanted to do to him, and I returned my attention to the stage show and nearly sighed as the maintenance man’s lips descended past his quivering tongue to envelop his new friend’s cock head within his suckling mouth. He worked slowly and quietly, counting on patience to get everything he wanted, and let his new friend explore every part of his mouth with his slow thrusts as he worked his mouth back and forth to give him new sensations.
I stared in awe at my dream coming true less than ten feet in front of me, the glory of the throbbing black flesh slick and shiny with spit receiving its due tribute, an instrument of pleasure giving all four of us pleasure as its new friend worked it skillfully, relentlessly, slowly, reveling in its beauty.
When he saw the younger man was close, he pulled back and stood up. “We need it to last. You only get one first time.” He pulled him away from the wall and leaned back in his place as the younger man avidly grasped his cock and looked into his eyes. He whispered, “You know you want it. Play with it. Lick it. Taste it.” As if hypnotized, the younger man leaned over and stared at the flesh he was finally free to handle, stroking it as it came further alive in his hands, and with sudden resolve leaned in and took the entire head in his mouth. He licked with eyes closed, suckling as his friend pushed up into his mouth and pulled back.
“Yes, keep licking the head. Circle it. Taste my precum. You’re finally doing it…”
His friend pulled away long enough to kneel before him, letting us watch his joy of discovery in profile as he worshipped at his first cock, slowly learning to coordinate his tongue and jaw and lips with his fingers stroking as he felt his friend give himself over to him. I stared fixedly at the white cock in his mouth and his black cock below, both throbbing, and my heart leapt when the maintenance man reached down, held his head, and whispered, “I’m going to come soon. You need to swallow every drop. Prove to me you’re man enough to take my spunk.”
As he thrust further into his friend’s maw, he said, “That’s right, you know you need it. Your mouth is so talented. You must have wanted this for so long.” Finally, after two minutes of increasingly ragged words of lust, he moaned, “I’m gonna come! You’re so good, take it all!”
With a groan, he held tightly and thrust forward, burying all but an inch in his friend’s mouth, and after his first spurt flooded out of him, his friend pulled back so that only the head was in his mouth, giving us a view of the pulsing flesh draining into him as he swallowed readily. His friend’s cock finally softened and popped out, and he stood up and pushed his friend to his knees. “Now suck me.”
He leaned in in exhaustion and took the throbbing black cock between his lips and into his mouth and throat, deep-throating him easily, and looked lustily up at his friend groaning and cooing above him, his nose buried in the hair at the base. His earlier patience was gone; now, eager to repay his friend for his good job slobbing his knob, he applied all his talents to drawing forth his first taste. His efforts lasted two minutes, and then sensing that the swollen hose was about to spray, he pulled back to let his mouth take every drop. I stared again at the sight of a cock pulsing in joy, watching rapt at every twitch before the climax came, and then staring at the cock coming alive in orgasm, spurt after spurt wracking it with muscular spasms.
When he pulled back, his friend stood, fully erect again and eager for more, and they stripped and fell to the floor. I looked over to see Carl staring at me with fevered surmise, and I stared back until we heard the maintenance man say, “Suck me as I get you hard again.” When I looked back, I saw them in a sixty-nine, the maintenance man on his back milking and sucking the beautiful black cock half-hard above him as his friend, clearly used to the act he had wanted and feared for so long, greedily sucked at the throbbing cock jutting up beneath him.
They worked each other happily and without overmuch haste, exploring each other’s snake as they worked to their second climax, which came almost simultaneously after five minutes. The maintenance man came first, spasming into his friend’s welcoming mouth; his friend tensed up after the first two spurts in his mouth pushed him over the edge, and I could see their cocks spasming in time with each other, the black hose spurting into the white mouth just before the white hose spurted into the black mouth as we heard them swallowing the fruit of their lust.
The younger man sat up and said, “You know what I want now.” They played with each other as they became erect a last time, staring at each other as they jerked away happily in renewed lust. Soon the maintenance man stood up and went to his overalls; he pulled out a tube and helped his friend lube up before kneeling and dropping to his hands and knees.
Before, I had had no interest in anal sex, and even now the fascination with breaking taboos was the major attraction I felt, but as he readied his friend’s hole and whispered, “God, I need your ass,” the week’s worth of cum in my balls had me wanting nothing more than to fuck and be fucked. I glanced over to see Carl staring with mouth open.
I returned to staring at the spectacle being acted out for us. “You’ve done this a lot, haven’t you?” the black man asked his boyfriend as three fingers sank into his rectum to the lowest knuckles.
“Never this good,” he replied. His friend pulled out his fingers and took position with his head buried between his cheeks, and I guessed that he had started entering when the maintenance man breathed more heavily. The long black tube disappeared from our view as he worked slowly into him, repeatedly saying, “So much better than pussy, god damn,” and when he bottomed out, he starting pumping fast and hard into the receptive ass beneath him. He reached around to feel the rampant cock throbbing with each fuck-stroke and said, “God, I’ve wanted cock and ass for so long.”
“Don’t jerk me off, man. You might be able to come five times a night, but three’s my limit, and I need your ass.”
In response, the younger man sped up, holding his hips firmly as he reamed him like a jackhammer, pounding in an intoxicating rhythm as he prepared to flood his friend’s bowels. Soon he started keening, “God, I need you in me, I’ve needed it for so long, I need everything…” and then he screamed and buried himself to the hilt as climax seized him.
When he pulled away, his friend kissed him and pushed him down; as he lubed up, the younger man said, “God, fuck me.” He soon obliged him, pushing slowly but unrelentingly into his ass, finally overcoming the last resistance of his ring and soon bottoming out. He reached around to grasp his friend’s resurgent cock and milked it as his friend’s ass milked him. They lasted three minutes and came simultaneously. I stared at the white pearls spattering the concrete as they shot from the swollen head of the beautiful black cock jutting upward, throbbing and spewing in the essence of male pleasure, and vowed that someday soon I would receive his thick cum like he would mine.
They collapsed in exhaustion, finally coming awake after a couple of minutes and looking happily at each other.
“Was it good?”
The younger man nodded, “Better than I had hoped. I am drained. I have never been this sore. Or this empty. I think my cock will be dead tomorrow. Can we do it again?”
“Whenever you want.”
“Two nights from now? Same time same place?”
“Yes. I will fuck you and suck you at the same time. You’ll be in heaven.”
“Can’t wait!”
They quickly dressed. The younger man looked at the puddle of his cum on the concrete and his friend said, “I’ll mop it up tomorrow.”
They quickly left, and the apprehension I had felt for what seemed like eternity that we would be discovered was replaced by the sweet apprehension of facing Carl. We both came out from behind the boiler and just looked at each other. I looked down at his trousers, throbbing tentpole clear through the fabric, and he looked down at the bulge in my shorts. Not sure what to say, sure he was interested but unsure how to go about it, I swallowed and said, “Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“They had fun.”
“God, did they ever.”
We stared at each other and finally I said, “He’s right, you know.”
After a second, he replied, “You mean how…it’s just flesh?”
I nodded, and he smiled and nodded back. “I need relief.”
Knowing he was mine, I smiled back and dropped my shorts, my throbbing cock finally free to express me fully. He looked down and smiled, “Perfect,” as he unbuckled, unzipped, and stood straight out toward me. I gasped, knowing it would please him, and walked up to him. I reached out and gently touched the head, slick with precum and hot and spongy beneath my fingers, and looked at the ragged lust in my new friend’s face. I knelt to see him more closely, his cock inches from my face, and I explored every inch of him with my fingers, stroking him in every way that came to my burning brain, and finally leaned in and licked the tip. The tang of the precum gave me a jolt, and to avoid the taste distracting me from the feel, I took his head in my mouth, finally feeling a man’s flesh in my mouth. I reached up to feel his plums, round and hard beneath my finger, and played with them as I took him further in my mouth.
I licked the head in happy circles until his head went too deep, after which I held my tongue under his shaft as he pushed in and out an inch at a time, letting me take him further inside me as he held my head and stared down at me. The loose velvety skin of the shaft slid back and forth between my lips; I squeezed down with them to feel him groan, and in response he thrust more deeply.
“God, it feels better than I dreamed,” he moaned as he fell into a steady fast rhythm as far into me as I’d let him. I felt his solid rod within the sliding skin as it sought paradise within me, and I allowed him in a little more deeply with each thrust. His ragged breathing filled my ears as his flesh filled my mouth, and soon I held him by the hips to take control as his head nestled in the back of my mouth. Gingerly I opened more widely and carefully let him into my throat, and when he was another inch further inside, his body stiffened and his cock swelled in pulsations I knew well from my own orgasms. He moaned once and his swollen head sprayed hot and thick in my throat. I swallowed twelve times as pulse after pulse disgorged his lust into me, and then I nursed his shrinking cock to get his last drops until he pushed me away.
He stood and pushed me back against the wall and knelt before me. He examined me closely, getting the feel of his new toy, and simply opened wide as I pushed against his lips. After a week without release and the last three hours of edging and pulling back as I witnessed cock after cock entering heaven, my swollen balls demanded release. I groaned, “I’ll drown you with this load.”
He pulled back long enough to say, “I dare you,” and then opened wide again as I plunged into his sucking, swirling vortex. He had clearly studied his movies as well as I had mine, working my cock like my own mouth would have, and I stared into his eyes as he allowed me further in with each thrust. I lasted a minute before the old waves swept over me, and I threw my head back and groaned as he let me into the back of his mouth and held me in place, working his jaw to pleasure me over the edge, and the awe of finally finding a lover rushed through me and my first spurt was torn from me.
His eyes opened wide as I filled him to overflowing, his swallows managing to catch most of my week-old seed; I continued pumping into him, relief slowly replacing lust, and after fourteen massive spurts I pulled away as part of my load dribbled down his chin and pooled on the concrete.
“Fuck beer, let’s go to my room,” he said, and we dressed and headed up the stairs to a small single at the end of a hall of closed doors. “Enrollment’s really down, you know,” he smiled, “so there’s only a few of us in this building. No near neighbors. Just don’t scream, okay?”
We laughed, and once we were in his room and the door was locked and shades checked to be fully down, we stripped quickly. “Do you have a mirror?” I asked.
“Sure. Why?”
“I wanna watch you like a video.”
“You do like those, doncha?”
“Huh?”
“In the computer lab? I’ve seen ya a couple of times. Same movie, so hot. That’s how I knew you might be happy to…”
“I saw you too. At the window.”
“Ah. All good then.”
He pulled a small mirror out of a drawer and said, “No large mirror. So they gave me this. Shame, I’d love to watch you when I fuck you.”
“You’ll get to. Now get on the bed.”
I put the mirror at the foot of the bed as I knelt above him, and I angled it as I gave suck so that I could see his full length as it responded happily to my mouth. I watched every twitch and pulse as I felt it inside me, and intoxicated, I saw and felt his orgasm approaching. He pulled me into him as he got close, and as he sucked me happily, I followed his trajectory. After a few minutes, his climax approached; he thrust up and held himself in place as his cock swelled in my mouth, and I watched and felt and tasted his spurt inside me. I swallowed as more followed, and without a break to recover from his orgasm, he kept sucking until I spewed a minute later, staring below me as his cock went from fully soft to half-hard.
We curled up together and just stared at each other in exhaustion, contentment, and reawakening lust. “I think I found what I was looking for,” he said, and I nodded.
“Where’s your lube?”
He giggled, “In the bottom drawer, back right corner. Never thought I’d get to use it…”
I jumped out of bed, making him laugh, and when I turned with it in my hand I saw he had already taken position on the bed.
Over the next half hour, I loosened him with my slick fingers until he could take me, and as I slowly mounted him and sank into his bowels, I felt every tremor in his body as he opened up to me and drew me in. At the end I fucked fast and hard for a minute and then shot deep inside him, a short but sharp orgasm that satisfied me for the moment but left my balls swollen and sore.
I pulled out and wiped up on a towel as he slicked up, and then he took his own half hour of getting me ready for him. He pushed slowly and inexorably inside and lasted five minutes, at the end using my ass like a fist, pounding away as he groaned wordlessly above me, finally planting his seed within me.
When he pulled away, he saw my resurgent cock and chuckled. “Across the hall. Wash up. When we’re clean, let’s suck again.”
We did so, and for the next hour we lay side by side on his bed, each leisurely licking and sucking at the new cock before us. It was a new cock to play with and learn pleasure from, new and yet familiar. After thirty minutes, his cock was close to release again, and I held the head in place against my tongue as I pounded his shaft, masturbating him as I had done myself a thousand times and more, and when he came with a mere five squirts, I swirled my tongue in the cum around his spasming head.
Once I swallowed, he took me into his mouth and did the same, giving me the ultimate whack. We lay there and stiffened one last time. Again having the same end in view, we practiced deep throating each other. With care I worked him deep into my throat, gag reflex finally subdued, and felt him buried fully within me, communicating his pleasure with each little pulse and groan. Finally, for the last time that night, his cock swelled and throbbed with the racing of his heart and we spewed simultaneously into each other’s swallowing throat.
We spent the next day outside of class and meals sucking and whacking each other dry. I wasn’t that interested in buggery, and he seemed not to be either, but the feel of a cock in my mouth or hand was intoxicating. The day after that, I ran into him after class. He smiled and said, “Hey.”
“Wanna get together tonight?”
“Nah,” he said, “gotta meet a friend from out of town.”
“Ah.”
We chatted for a while, and after we separated I felt the massive swelling in my pants and balls and knew I needed relief with something better than my hand. The idea of going cruising sounded as uninviting as going without relief, when suddenly I remembered our first night and chuckled.
I somehow managed to make it through the day without pounding my cock into submission five times in a row, and half an hour before the appointed time, I snuck over to Carl’s dorm and down into the basement. I stripped and stood excited in the dim light of the bulb, cock horizontal and yearning in front of me, and smiled when I heard steps on the stairs. To my surprise, Carl peeked in around the door and goggled at me. He crept in abashedly and I just said, “Where’s your friend?”
“He…didn’t show.”
“Uh huh. I guess you’re stuck sucking me then. Sorry you got second-best.”
“So…I guess we should go upstairs?”
“Hell no, we’re staying right here. On your knees, liar.”
He swallowed and saw a smile peeking at the corners of my lips and stripped quickly. As he knelt in front of me, I thrust forward against his lips, coating them with precum, and said, “Open wide and take your medicine.”
In a rush of excitement, he opened his maw and took me deep inside on the first go, and despite my excitement, I held off as he went to town pleasuring me, waiting to hear what I had been looking forward to for hours. Five minutes later, I heard it, light footfalls on the stairs, and the door opened to our hosts and players the first night.
They stared for a minute as I pulled out of Carl’s mouth and stood four-square and on the edge before them. The maintenance man spoke first. “What the hell is this?”
I looked both of them in the eye in turn and said, “Your lucky, lucky night. Mind if I call you Pierre?”
The maintenance man grinned widely as his friend said, “Oh hell yeah!” and started stripping.
Drunk on the scene, I stepped up to him and said, “Let me help you with that.” My fingers trembled as I undid his buckle and zipper; as his pants and boxers fell to his ankles, he rubbed my precum around my head with his thumb. He stepped out of his pants as I stared down at his fully hard cock curving up at me, and as I touched the hot flesh calling out to me, he pulled his shirt off and grasped my cock fully.
We looked over at a sudden flurry of sucking and smacking sounds and saw that Carl was sixty-nining with our favorite figure of campus authority. I looked back at my new conquest and smiled, then lay back on the concrete floor. He dropped to his knees and positioned himself above me, and groaned as my lips touched his swollen head and opened wide. As he licked around my head, I stared happily at the veiny black column and swollen plums inside the wrinkly sack that were all I could see. He matched the swirling of my tongue as he pumped steadily in and out, muttering “Mmm” around my cock whenever I let him penetrate more deeply.
Soon my spit shone on his shaft as it sank deep and pulled out, seeking pleasure in my mouth. I caressed his hips and ass as he worked himself above me, his precum oozing into me as I worshipped the gorgeous cock about to burst, my own cock drawing ever closer to bursting as it pushed ever deeper into his mouth and throat.
Suddenly he went stock still and groaned. He pulled back his head and arched his back toward the ceiling as he pushed all the way inside my throat, his breathing ragged. His head swelled in my throat as I nestled his shaft in my mouth, and just as he hit his peak I pulled back to watch the first squeezing of the muscles in his shaft as the first pulse shot hot into me. Better than any movie, the view of his spasming cock pushed me to the edge, and I swallowed what I could of my new lover’s goo. Spurt after spurt drained from his balls to my stomach, and after fourteen spurts he lowered his head and bobbed my cock all the way inside his throat. I held his softening cock inside me as I shot my lust into him, and fell back exhausted when he pulled his softening hose out of my mouth.
I looked over in brief exhaustion at Carl and the maintenance man on the floor swallowing each other’s snakes, and suddenly Carl pulled back his head from the stubby choad choking his throat to groan as he shot his protein shake down his new friend’s throat. He fell over exhausted onto the floor as the maintenance man crouched behind him and lifted his hips, throbbing cock at full attention, while reaching over to his pants pocket to pull out his lube. Fascinated, we stared as he lubed them both up expertly, lined himself up, and slowly pushed into his ass.
As if his entry were a signal to Carl’s body, Carl’s cock hardened as he moaned in pleasure and pain at the assault. I hardened immediately and looked over to see my new lover’s cock almost as hard, and I walked over behind the maintenance man and slicked up quickly. Once again I was on fire to bugger and be buggered. I inserted my finger and found no barriers to entry; clearly he was well used to being used that way. He simply smiled over my shoulder as I knelt behind him, and paused as I pushed against his hole. I pushed in until my head slipped inside, and then he fucked back against me, burying me deep inside him, then pushed back to the hilt inside Carl.
I soon felt a pair of fingers lubing me up. They were then replaced by the black head I had so recently sucked on, and as I stayed still, the cock inside me plunged steadily in and out in rhythm with the maintenance man’s thrusts backwards onto pleasure and forwards into pleasure. This time Carl and I were the passive partners, pleasured by the thrusts and lusts of our new men, and I somehow managed to hold off when the maintenance man’s bowels began to spasm around me as he thrust back hard onto my cock while lifting Carl up to bury himself inside him, screaming as his second load sprayed into my lover.
Carl pulled away, hard and throbbing, and the maintenance man then pulled out and collapsed on the floor to watch us. Carl came up to the rear of the line, and I heard a chuckle behind me as I was pushed onto my knees and chest as Carl took position. His first thrust pushed our Pierre’s cock all the way inside me, and with relentless power he fucked us like a pile driver.
I felt a towel on my cock and looked down to see the maintenance man clean me off and then crawl underneath me to milk my cock dry. With great expertise he soon had my head nestled between his tonsils, and as he sucked I tried to think of baseball. However, with a scream, Carl thrust one last time and groaned as he drained hard. Our Pierre screamed at the same time and tried his damnedest to churn my spasming ass into butter, my seed spraying hot and sticky into the maintenance man’s talented throat.
We fell away exhausted, and the maintenance man said, “Right this way.” We crossed the hallway into a small washroom and took turns cleaning off. The maintenance man was last, and when he had dried off, I sat before him and took his head lightly within my mouth. Even soft, he had an impressive hose, and as he hardened, so did the rest of us. Soon Carl sat next to me, leaned over, and sucked me vigorously as I worked the maintenance man into another frenzy. As the off man out leaned over and sucked Carl while playing with himself, the raw sex in the room built my lust rapidly to the boiling point, and I pulled away long enough to moan as I flooded Carl’s mouth.
Carl then leaned over, no trace of fatigue showing, and fell into a slurping, smacking 69 that made a counterpoint to my slurpings on the maintenance man’s cock. He stood above me, staring into space as I worked him into my throat, and soon he groaned in fine manly fashion and reamed my mouth until his hot juices melted down my throat. He sat down next to me and we watched as the other two drained their lust into each other. As we caught our breath, I thought of all the combinations we had tried and all the combinations we had yet to try; I remembered my probability theory, calculated all possible combinations, and smiled at our future.